"I don’t dislike your kind of personality. Compared to those rigid little fellows who only know how to improve themselves, you indeed make happier."
The voice remained cold, but it carried a trace of helplessness and amusent.
Not many people would dislike that amusing guy who likes to make others laugh.
"But if your strength isn’t enough, you will eventually harm yourself, or those around you."
Doesn’t it an as long as my strength is enough, it wouldn’t be a problem?
Herbert instinctively wanted to respond like this after hearing those words, but his bound state prevented him from speaking.
Fortunately, Ashen Bishop could read his expression, slightly shook her head, and softly said, "Having ideas isn’t enough, you also need the corresponding strength."
"At least, with your current strength, you don’t have the right to tease ."
She seed to have thought about what she was going to do next and couldn’t help but chuckle softly:
"But I am different."
She gently raised her hand and lightly removed the silk glove from her right hand, revealing the skin beneath.
It was a pair of hands seemingly beyond the constraints of ti, without a trace of aging.
As soone who should rank among the top two most ancient beings in the entire monastery by age, Herbert had previously imagined what Ashen Bishop’s appearance might be like.
Would it be like the conventional image of a young girl?
In many works of literature and art, a woman’s age and appearance are not directly proportional.
It’s indeed very mysterious.
If one says this woman is fifty years old, her image might not be that youthful.
But if you say this woman is eight hundred years old!
Then it’s an entirely different story...
That person would imdiately seem very young!
Especially when in this world, there exist immortal species, and even gods, such an image becos increasingly reasonable.
However, though Herbert leaned towards such an unfolding image in his heart, he couldn’t be one hundred percent sure.
After all, the aesthetic tastes vary among different races.
Moreover, so people simply prefer their original age appearance and don’t like to embellish their looks with various thods.
Even soone as powerful as the Archbishop appears before the world as an elder, not avoiding the marks left by ti.
Are you saying he couldn’t easily turn himself into the appearance of a young boy?
Easily achievable for sure.
But why not choose that?
Clearly, he himself doesn’t like that kind of appearance.
Then, what might Ashen Bishop who conceals herself under a hooded red robe all day look like?
Would she also appear as an aged old woman?
Or perhaps...
This question once puzzled Herbert, but it now seed there was an answer.
Judging by this almost flawless right hand, he saw neither aging nor youth; it was a beautiful hand that could only be described as perfect.
The fair skin was as pure as the most pristine ice and snow, exuding an intoxicating allure.
The slender and long fingers, with slightly pointed black nails, emanated an alien allure, possessing an indescribable special attraction.
Under the starlight-like rays in the Half-Plane, the skin on the back of the hand glowed softly, like white jade with delicate and warm smoothness, also possessing the lustrous sheen of porcelain.
From the mont the hand appeared, it silently yet powerfully captured Herbert’s gaze.
Herbert was not a fan of hands; he had no special interest in other people’s hands.
Yet at this mont, he found it hard to control his instincts, his gaze fixed firmly on the hand.
It was as if the hand was silently conveying so special information to him.
Thump thump.
Herbert’s heartbeat also began to accelerate slowly at this ti.
Is this right?
Under the control of desire and instinct, Herbert’s will barely found a chance to breathe.
He didn’t need to think, he was sure his current state was definitely not normal.
This allure is just too special!
"Oh, you haven’t lost your mind?"
Ashen Bishop, admiring Herbert’s subtle expressions, suddenly made a surprised sound.
"I thought you would fall into chaos by now, I didn’t expect your will to be even firr than I thought, hehe, this is great."
Even if she was planning to give Herbert, this disobedient child, a little punishnt, discovering a shining point in him made this talent-loving bishop very pleased.
Very nice indeed!
Of course, although talent is nice, the necessary punishnt should still be there; these are two different matters.
Since Herbert could withstand this maddening temptation, this ant she could do even more.
Ashen Bishop raised her hand, actively bringing her palm near his nose, letting that special musky fragrance waft into Herbert’s nasal cavity.
Thump thump!
His heartbeat quickened even more.
"Is it beautiful?"
Ashen Bishop chuckled softly twice, neither returning her hand nor retracting it but slowly moving it downward.
Herbert: ?
Wait, what are you going to do to ?
Where do you intend to put your hand!?
Stop for a second, just stop!
The young man remained silent, only signaling with his eyes.
The Bishop remained silent, only continuing to move her hand downward.
At this critical mont, Herbert could only bow his head temporarily, sending out a call to his ally.
"Nenasha!"
Help, co save —
["I’m here~"]
Miss Xie Shen did not pretend to be dead this ti, lazily responding, ["What’s the matter with ? Want to co out and give you a push again?"]
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