Listening to the sound of Rafael’s crying from behind, Fisher knew clearly that this scene was most likely false, a hallucination caused by so unknown reason, but whether out of guilt or sothing else, his steps suddenly halted in place.
"Rafa..."
"Fisher, I’m sober now, did you prepare a wedding ring for ? Although we’re already married, it won’t do without a ring..."
Fisher’s words ca to an abrupt stop, he looked up dumbfoundedly, suddenly feeling a layer of piercing cold frost on the ground that sent a chill up his spine.
He looked up to see Valentina coming out from the woods ahead, stretching lazily. She was smiling, still imrsed in the lingering joy of waking from sleep, but soon she saw him and Rafael behind him.
"Who is this?"
She was slightly taken aback, the joyful expression upon seeing Fisher gradually faded, quickly spreading a terrifying chill from the bottom of her heart.
Even though everything was an illusion, for so reason, the sense of guilt in Fisher’s heart couldn’t be fake.
"Zzzzz!"
Behind him, so kind of steam sound reminiscent of boiling water hissed, if Valentina in front was the extre cold scenery of the Northern Realm, then Rafael behind was the hottest magma of the South Continent.
"So... so that’s how it is... You haven’t returned to the South Continent for so long to find , you’ve been looking for other won instead..."
Rafael looked blankly at Valentina in the distance, her drooping dragon scales raised dangerously, releasing extrely scorching hot steam. She gritted her teeth looking at Fisher’s back, paused for two seconds, then raised her eyes to look at the equally wary Valentina in the distance,
"In that case, don’t bla for being tough, Fisher, I’m no longer the little dragon I used to be."
Fisher swallowed a mouthful of saliva, just about to explain sothing to the already on the verge of rage Rafael, but soon he thought again, all this in front of him was fake, it wasn’t his place to solve this illusory chaotic scene, what he really should do is quickly escape from this illusion.
Illusion?
Was it caused by the mutated death rules? Did it foresee the possible way of his death in the future and advance it to now?
No, no, no, that sounded too sci-fi, Fisher felt the reason was definitely not so.
Could it be that soone else made a move against him?
But did he provoke anyone coming here? Apparently not.
Thinking back and forth, only the mutated death rules best explained the current situation.
But before Fisher could sort out the chaos in his mind, at the edge of the woods beside him, familiar figures erged one after another.
"Mr. Fischer?"
First was the timid Moli, with a slightly wet body, perhaps she just ca up from the sea?
"Hmm, how co you humans are here, it’s quite a surprise to ..."
Next was Elliog, dozing off in the tree. She yawned comfortably, eyeing the other females present with eyes like fiery serpents.
The danger level once again increased by several notches, but it wasn’t enough, for the next second, Fisher suddenly felt a strong killing intent.
He turned around dazedly, only to see Elizabeth not far behind, holding a short sword, her head tilted as she looked at him.
Her hollow golden eyes first reflected Fisher’s image, then the other won standing beside him.
One, two, three...
As the ladies erged one by one in her hollow eyes, her killing intent could no longer be restrained, she lunged at Fisher without reservation.
"Ha, that one from the Northern Realm wasn’t enough, turns out you have so many more... what do you want to do, do you want to split from them? Very well then, give your head, I only want your head, alright, Fisher?"
"..."
Fisher’s expression remained calm, but a drop of cold sweat fell untily from his forehead.
It seed that even if it was an illusion, the impact of this scene on him was still too great.
He pressed his lips together, silently apologizing to all the ladies present, then without a word, he turned and ran, not caring about the won appearing in the illusion.
"Fisher!!"
The voices of the ladies behind him gradually faded away, in the dense primordial jungle, the intense tremors slowly ca to a halt, Fisher’s fleeing figure was so distinct.
Upon closer inspection, where were the terrifying ladies and chaotic scenes behind him?
There was only layer upon layer of bewildering, deep purple, strange floral fragrance perating invisibly.
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