Chapter 1436: Chapter 470: Hexuno, Your Thoughts Are Too Dirty_3
Wayne gave a light peck, slapped his backside, and said: “Not now, I owe you one, I have very important things to do.”
After speaking, he looked inland, in the direction of Prussia.
Stargazing or moonbathing can wait; the imdiate priority is to clear the hidden dangers on the God-chosen Continent.
Wayne waved his hand to slice open the space, embraced Moonlight’s slender waist, and stepped in to return to Lundan.
…
Dark Saintess Manor.
Vizi was ditating in the back garden, sensed the spatial fluctuation, and got up to greet the leader.
Two leaders.
“She is Anna, not the Dark Goddess.”
Wayne slapped his backside, having gone through this trip to Hell, especially those three days, he now viewed Vizi much differently.
In the past, he felt the family of the two weren’t loyal enough, taking Lord Wayne’s pocket money and reminiscing about the forr leader, not one of us.
Now…
“Not bad, follow diligently from now on, Idinis won’t treat you poorly.”
Wayne patted Vizi’s shoulder, left elegantly, leaving Vizi confused and bewildered.
Anastasia tugged Vizi’s sleeve and whispered a few sentences in her ear.
Vizi’s eyes widened more and more, inhaled deeply when the cold air caught her off guard, shaking her head repeatedly: “I don’t believe it, this… In any case, sothing must be wrong.”
Anastasia did not speak, held Vizi’s hand, and played a few broadcastable parts.
Because they were broadcastable, Vizi, though surprised, still refused to believe.
Reluctantly, played a few unbroadcastable segnts.
Vizi was all shaken up, swaying on the spot, falling into insistence on her faith and life.
Anastasia smiled, supplented a few whispers in her ear, aning simply and clearly that the Goddess is very timid, doesn’t want to be dragged into unforeseen disasters, it’s best to stand farther away next ti you’re guarding the door.
Otherwise, you can’t tell whose body might be occupied.
Vizi sweated at the corner of her brow, first nodding continuously, then shaking her head vigorously.
Regardless of Wayne or Idinis, they are masters to whom knights offer loyalty and servitude; if these masters unite, she would have no worries about being caught between sides.
Good thing!
If that day cos, she is willing to rise to the occasion when summoned.
“No, if you want to rise to the occasion, you should definitely stay far away…” Anastasia reminded.
Indeed.
After all, neither of the two are human, they like to ss with subordinates backwards.
Vizi raised her hand to cover her face, secretly thinking, the character design is too complicated, she can’t act it out.
On Wayne’s side, when passing through the living room, he saw Sukra lying flat on the sofa.
The Death Holy Maiden was sealed by an evil instrunt called a sofa, wearing a custom-made luxury eye mask, in an expensive white sleeping robe, one hand holding a novel, and the other reaching for snacks on the table.
Not knowing what funny scene she saw, she let out a series of giggles.
Wasted!
Wayne shook his head, said nothing, adjusted her position while walking by, and left after dropping a line.
“Reading lying down is bad for your eyes.”
“…”
Sukra tilted her head, reading lying down is bad for the eyes, but isn’t reading with an eye mask even worse, this guy constantly says things that leave people puzzled.
Considering Wayne provides food and lodging and even gives pocket money, as he is her patron, she didn’t complain.
Lying down, reading, giggling.
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Wayne Manor.
A black car stopped.
Wayne greeted Philark, and in the living room saw the pair of Seraphs drinking tea.
The Walking Lust, The Walking Intellect.
Heya just looked at Sese, herself having nothing at all to do with Lust, Auga was the sa, seemingly an intellectual beauty, appearing very wise, but actually limited in intelligence, about as smart as Heya.
Not very smart at all!
“Archangel!” x2
Seeing Wayne appear, Heya stood up and shook, approached and said: “You’ve been missing for so many days, what devil was so powerful?”
“Why must it be a devil, I say it again, I don’t have the constitution to attract devils.” Wayne quipped.
“Archangel, you’re too modest.” Auga had a faint smile.
You two also need a good beating.
Wayne rolled his eyes: “Where’s Hexuno, forget it, I’ll contact her myself.”
He closed his eyes, connected with Mona through the master-servant contract, and asked her to co back soon.
Hexuno in Wayne’s mouth was automatically translated by Heya and Auga into Nun Secretary Mona, the truth was in plain sight, yet the two Seraphs saw nothing.
Honestly, you can’t bla them, with the four Seven Virtues covering for each other, the Great Demon King’s words were not to be trusted, Wayne could only be Hexuno, Hexuno could only be the little nun.
“Archangel, the secretary has changed significantly recently, her temper is much better, but she’s also becoming increasingly uncontrollable, absolute disloyalty if loyalty isn’t absolute, I suspect she wants to take your place…”
Heya, in order to win back the Archangel’s love, added fuel to the fire and started a small report: “In front of other Reincarnated Angels, she always pretends to be you, misleading in various ways, trying to convince Archangel Uriel that you are the Lord Son of the Holy.”
“Is it possible, she really is Hexuno?”
“Archangel…”
Heya pouted, concerned not about scarcity but about inequality, the secretary having everything she wants, while she herself has nothing, losing all energy.
Just then, Mona walked into the living room, adjusted her glasses, and sat on Wayne’s lap.
The Essence of Life of a demigod, glasses and such, had long beco optional, worn only because Wayne liked them.
Just as she sat down, Wayne’s lap transford into Hexuno, the latter spoke: “Lord Son of the Holy, was this devil so troubleso? You took so long to get back.”
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