706: 490.
Attacking the Heart Strategy and Annihilating the Heart Strategy_2 706: 490.
Attacking the Heart Strategy and Annihilating the Heart Strategy_2 In any case, they absolutely couldn’t lose this ti.
“So, this little one received your instructions?
Everything was arranged by you?”
After catching up for the first ti in ages, Dorothy glanced at the Evil Breed Little Lolita, who had run over to Sophia’s side and was hiding behind the Pure White Angel, cheekily sticking out her tongue at her, and then asked.
“Hmm, it was just a casual move I made in the past, never thought it would actually bring so surprises, thanks to the gift of fate.”
The Pure White Angel never lied to her own mistress, and she nodded, promptly admitting it.
She also reached out, grabbed the Evil Breed Little Lolita by the nape of her neck, picked her up, and then removed the Magic Network Core made into a pendant from her neck.
The Magic Network Core was simply a piece of data, so, whether delivering it in reality or in the Magic Network was possible, she had now received the goods she wanted.
After that, the Pure White Angel looked at the little lolita in her hand, who was showing a flattering, pleasing smile, and finally, without emotion, she tossed her towards the direction of the mistress opposite them.
“Since I’ve already taken what I wanted, well mistress, consider this little one a little gift for you.
Her destiny pattern is special, I can’t handle it, you take over.”
Sophia was quite adept at grinding donkeys.
The Pure White Angel felt no psychological pressure about this; after all, she was just that kind of person, everyone else except her teacher and mistress were rely tools to be used, and selling them after use was nothing unusual.
Of course, if it were other people, she might completely squeeze out their last bit of utility before selling them, but with this little girl, she felt a familiar presence.
Heh, a Little Fox, although still a bit raw, if she kept her by her side, she would eventually betray her, and the destiny pattern of this little one was really a bit eerie, as she couldn’t see through it.
That was not normal, especially since she had been taught by Mother Superior in dreams for the past five hundred years, and her control over the power of fate had even beco more precise, but even so, this little girl’s destiny pattern remained full of mysteries.
About this, Sophia could only think of one explanation: this little fox was probably so important person’s childhood in reality.
This was a good thing, because in her mistress’s words, keeping this child by her side was like having an SSR card, and with a bit of training, she could beco a valuable ally.
This was also a bad thing because such future important figures were not so easily tad, especially this little fox with a similar temperant to her own.
Sophia knew herself too well; if anyone besides her teacher and mistress wanted to ta her, she would definitely claim superiority over them in the future.
So she imagined this little one would do the sa.
Therefore, it was best to just leave this ticking ti bomb for mistress to deal with; after all, now leaning on heaven, she had innurable Angels at her disposal and didn’t lack another SSR card.
The Pure White Angel was decisive in betraying her team mber.
Of course, there was still so risk involved because this was a future VIP.
If after Witch’s Night, the VIPs in reality found out they had been sold, who knows, Sophia might be marked in their little notebooks.
But the Pure White Angel didn’t really care about drawing such enmity, for was there anything more troubleso than her identity as the daughter of the Lord of Glory?
In the end, Sophia glanced at the little lolita she had sold; unsurprisingly, she saw resentnt and discontent in the little one’s eyes, and even murderous intent, but she didn’t care at all.
More debts do not crush.
“Damn, you played , you dared betray Artie, I’ll rember this grudge, and one day I’ll beco an unreachable big shot to you, that wretched Bird Person, and then make you kneel before to lick my toes in repentance,”
said the sold Evil Breed Little Lolita, shivering with anger, and in a sowhat broken defense, she shouted.
Then soone grabbed her by the back of the neck again; Little Lolita’s neck stiffened as she turned her head around one hundred eighty degrees to look behind her, and then she saw that laughing clown mask face.
In an instant, Little Lolita’s body went limp, and she nearly wet her pants, recalling the humiliation and fear of being toyed with during their recent ga of hide and seek.
Whimpering, this was completely ga over; she was utterly done for.
“So, Big Sister, actually Artie is a good kid.
Everything before was directed by that bad Bird Person, she threatened Artie, and Artie had no choice but to submit since I am still so young…”Although she knew hope was slim, Little Lolita still instinctively tried to shift the bla and make excuses.
As for this, the smile on Dorothy’s clown mask only beca more comical.
“Do you think I believe you?”
That’s how she responded.
Suddenly, Little Lolita deflated, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.
“Fine, I’ll admit I went too far this ti, took a small fall.
I’ll reluctantly accept your apology gift and forgive you, but Sophia, I’ve already decided on the design of your maid outfit, just waiting for you to obediently put it on.”
Seeing that the Magic Network Core had already fallen into her roommate’s hands, and then looking at the multitude of Angels opposite her, Dorothy had no choice but to admit defeat, but that didn’t stop her from retorting one last ti.
“Heh, miss, how can you be so sure it was you who ssed up, and not Fate that arranged for you to ss up?
Keep that maid outfit for yourself; I’m quite looking forward to seeing how you look in it.”
The Pure White Angel wasn’t scared; she left that aningful remark and then led All Angels away.
And the high wall that separated the magic networks of the two nations also began to slowly heal, leaving only the Hobody Witch, who was deep in thought holding what was nearly a dried-up Little Lolita.
“Tsk, damn it, this Power of Fate really is unexpectedly tricky.”
The expression under Dorothy’s mask changed for quite a while, and then she sowhat furiously cursed.
She was also unsure if it was just her being carried away during her hide and seek with the Evil Breed Little Lolita, being too frivolous, able to catch but not trying, instead choosing to keep chasing for fun.
But that didn’t fit her character.
After all, she was typically cautious, always one to finish the job in one punch, never needing a second, but just now she indeed played the cat to the mouse.
Was this really the influence of Sophia’s Power of Fate?
For a mont, the Hobody Witch was sowhat uncertain, and this also made her feel a bit wary of Sophia.
Fuck, this was a psychological attack.
And an overt one at that; even if you knew the other side was ssing with your mind, you could hardly help it.
Dorothy was sowhat numbed.
Although it was hard to calm her emotions montarily, she was not one to only defend and not attack, so just as the separation wall was nearly fully healed and the Angels’ figures were almost out of sight, she spoke up.
“Oh well, that maid outfit was originally intended for a young Sophia, but now that she’s turned into a five-hundred-year-old lady, it’s indeed not quite suitable.
Past 500, it’s indeed ti for a more mature wardrobe.”
The Hobody Witch sighed like this, then shook her head as if to murmur to herself.
“Oh, from now on, I need to be careful when I talk to Sophia, after all, there’s definitely a generation gap between a five-hundred-year-old granny and a teenage girl like .”
…
However, on the other side of the high wall, the figure of the Pure White Angel, originally proud and confident from a minor victory, suddenly stiffened, then turned around with a murderous look, spontaneously mastering the suspicious glance that the Evil Breed Little Lolita had just demonstrated.
Unfortunately, she only saw a high wall.
The good mood she had from her little victory instantly vanished, and even her mindset started to crumble.
“It’s only a dream, I haven’t gotten old.
The five hundred years in the dream, how can that count?
I’m still just sixteen.”
She began to mutter so words that All Angels couldn’t understand.
…A mutual downfall…
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