955: Chapter 350 Inverted World_2 955: Chapter 350 Inverted World_2 Philona’s body tensed, and a single sentence made her feel like she was being rejuvenated after a prolonged drought, almost ready to believe the other.
Bang!
The Full Moon Pistol pressed against her chin, Wayne’s head exploded again, and speechlessly, he watched a figure running deep into the sewer, shaking his head and sighing repeatedly.
“There’s no way around it, just have to let her cool down for now.”
The scene shifted, and Philona was bound to a Crucifix, her mouth stuffed with a Little Octopus, its tentacles writhing and sticking to her face, her expression both horrifying and fierce.
Her body was overwheld with intense negative emotions— anxiety, anger, fear, suspicion, loneliness, brutality, and the like; she was affected every mont, yearning for slaughter and destruction, and also had a severe tendency toward self-destruction.
Her love for beauty still remained, exacerbating under the negative influences into almost a type of obsession.
Wayne, head throbbing, looked at her with difficulty, struggling to bring her into Philona, the High Priest; her personality was indeed a bit awkward, but she loved and hated boldly, never hesitating when given freely, but this one before him…
Forget it, Wayne just couldn’t get close to her.
“Mina, don’t think about running away, nor attack recklessly, I really won’t hurt you; in the Outer World, we are engaged and living together, and you’re even carrying my child.”
Wayne placed the Single-edged Sword and pistol on the ground, snapped his fingers, and the Little Octopus blocking Philona’s mouth slowly moved away, allowing her to communicate normally.
“Don’t call so affectionately, I’m not the sa person as her, and she would never like you!” Philona said coldly.
“Are you sure?
If you insist on saying that, I have no reason to let you live.”
“…”
“That’s more like it.”
Wayne stepped forward to examine Philona’s body and discovered that The Book of Greed could replicate the negative information inside her body but couldn’t take it away directly.
Negative information is still information, also a kind of Laws, these pieces of information flowed into the cover of The Book of Greed and not into the tiny eyeball.
Wayne raised an eyebrow, receiving a hint, and gained a better understanding of the cover of The Book of Greed.
Previously, as The Book of Greed’s cover received information, due to insufficient intelligence, he didn’t understand what those informations represented, but now it seems…
The information is still insufficient; he needed to observe more.
After checking for a mont, Wayne slapped Philona’s shoulder, pulling the vast life force contained in the Magic Stone in her chest and infusing it into Philona’s body, making her glow with health and restoring her beauty to its peak.
Philona closed her eyes in bliss, her withered body rejuvenated, chronic ailnts dissipated, and the Golden Triangle stabilized, making her feel revitalized.
It was too comfortable; she bit her lip, unable to stop herself from moaning a few tis.
After the procedure, Wayne waved his hand to conjure a mist of water, washing away the terrible makeup on Philona’s face, and raising a mirror of water allowed Philona to clearly see her current appearance.
In the mirror, the beautiful woman looked stunning, captivating Philona, who was lost in admiration for a long mont without speaking.
“Makeup harms the body, and since you were pregnant, you haven’t touched those costics again,” Wayne spoke softly, looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle, seemingly caught in so mory.
His corners of the mouth lifted slightly, smiling blissfully, as if he truly had a wife, child, and a warm bed to return to.
However, that wasn’t the case; he was recalling images of applying a facial mask to the High Priest.
Philona looked at Wayne and saw his expression, couldn’t help but believe for a mont.
After a brief silence, intense jealousy and hatred surged within Philona; why did she have to endure hardships in the Inverted World while her Outer World self enjoyed a happy marriage and a beautiful family with such an outstanding husband?
Why!
Philona’s eyes turned blood-red, her intense resentnt twisting her perfect features into a grotesque expression, eradicating any trace of beauty.
Wayne slapped her face, kneading it, pinching Philona’s lips high up, and said discontentedly, “Your thoughts are too extre; she is you, and you should wish her well.”
“She is not !” Philona responded coldly with bloodshot eyes.
“If you’re going to say that, then I have no reason to keep you alive.”
“…”
“Understand?
No matter what dissatisfaction you have with her, you have to bear it.
Without her, I really couldn’t care less about who you are,” Wayne scoffed coldly.
Philona lowered her head, her resentnt toward her Outer World self deepening, her intense jealousy twisting her heart.
She was rebellious, wanting to destroy everything about the other.
Speaking of destroying, an idea sparked in Philona’s mind; Wayne had ntioned that her Outer World self was pregnant.
If her husband had an affair during pregnancy, her Outer World self would surely be heartbroken, wouldn’t she?
Smack!
Wayne slapped Philona’s face: “Don’t think that by staying silent I don’t know what you’re thinking, they must be so very dark, rude thoughts.”
“I’m not.”
“No, you are.”
Wayne humd, this expression he knew all too well, often seen in the mirror; he was no saint, and deceiving him wasn’t that easy.
“Regardless of whether I am or not, you are still my husband, dear, please let down,” Philona smiled slightly, her radiant smile tinged with seduction, very enticing.
If only her eyes weren’t bloodshot, she would have been even more appealing.
Wayne sighed; he couldn’t save this world, waving his hand to disperse the foam.
Philona’s feet touched the ground, and she looked at the Single-edged Sword and pistol on the ground.
Seeing Wayne’s non-reaction, she stored them in her Personal Space.
She clenched her fists, her strength returning to its peak, sufficient to survive in this apocalyptic world.
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