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To be honest, Guilliman just felt that he had been really unlucky lately.

He wanted to chase him out and explain it to Khan, but he realized that if he did so, it would be the same as admitting it directly.

So he just stood where he was, glaring at Inphraine—a look that earned her a smile.

"What's wrong?"

Yin Fulei Ni even took a step forward as if she knew the reason. Unafraid of Guilliman's glare.

However, His Royal Highness the Regent didn't do it either, so he quickly thought of a suitable reason. He also took a step forward and shouted sharply: "Why are you still on my boat?"

Inphraine's expression became weird: "...Robert, even for you, this reason is too lame."

The little Horus on the side looked at the two with an expression like watching a play, he watched with relish, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong in the slightest.

"...what are you talking about?"

Guilliman frowned. At this moment, he had actually remembered that he had let Inphraine stay on the boat, but in order to quickly break free from this rare embarrassing situation in his life, he still stuck his neck and postponed the topic.

But, the spirit race are all born actors, let alone Yin Fulei?

She raised her arm weakly and covered her mouth: "Oh, I understand, Robert... this is to drive me away, right?"

Guilliman twitched, and little Horus watched it with more relish—it was foreseeable that if this farce wanted to end quickly, it would definitely not follow Guilliman's idea.

An armored iron hand stretched out from the corridor, and patted little Horus on the shoulder. He turned his head and found that it was the strangely familiar man who had been sitting in Guilliman's office before.

"Come with me... what's your name?"

"Horus. Horus Lupekar."

The name he blurted out without hesitation caused Jaghatai Khan's expression to change a little, but he still maintained his calm, but Guilliman's next sentence broke this calm.

"—I can't have any real relationship with you!"

His Royal Highness the Prince Regent's emotional management has obviously gone out of control, and even his face turned red. Khan raised his eyebrows and stroked his long beard. He wasn't the crow or the bat, so how could Guilliman not be aware of his approach?

Obviously, this sentence was for myself.

Jaghatai Khan was originally too lazy to care about this matter, but since Guilliman cared so much about it, he also wanted to get involved in it—Khan showed a rare smile, stroked his long beard, and spoke with a heavy weight bomb.

"Guilliman, my brother, if you want to forcefully marry this Eldar lady, I don't think anyone in the empire will object."

Yin Fulei immediately turned her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling. Guilliman winked wildly at Khan, and Khan, who was very good at observing words and expressions, naturally knew what he was expressing.

'what are you doing? ! I did not mean that! You should help me, brother, why are you still pushing things in that direction? ! '

The more he behaved, the more interested Jaghatai Khan became.

Freed from the 10,000-year gallop, he didn't mind having some light-hearted jokes as a way to make up for it, as it happened, there were ready-made ones in front of him.

Khan coughed lightly and continued: "As the saying goes, people only go to war on things they care about. Brother, your acting skills are too rough compared to your political talents. It's simply inferior."

"I think so too...Robert, your acting skills are so disappointing, why do you just refuse to admit it?"

Inphraine turned her head, her ponytail just brushing Guilliman's chin—her eyes were fiery, but her tone was as soft as the wind: "Admit it, Rob...in a universe like this , it is not easy to meet the right person.”

A narrow smile appeared on the corner of Khan's mouth,

He patted the little Horus who was concentrating on the fire with great success: "Come on... Horus, I have something to say to you."

"By the way, I haven't told you yet."

He lowered his head and said to Horus solemnly with Chogorian politeness: "My name is Jaghatai, also known as War Eagle. I am a Khan."

"Khan? What does that mean?"

"That's an ancient title, one that can only be given to the strong, the wise, and the brave."

"Can I also become such a person?" Little Horus raised his head and asked innocently.

"...you were."

Khan couldn't help laughing: "But whether you are now or not remains to be investigated."

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He Shenyan felt quite complicated at this time.

To put it bluntly, he felt unclean—but on the other hand, Slaanesh's special nature was rampaging inside him. Regardless of whether her kiss was sincere or not, the consequences were no different from a bomb detonated in a powder magazine at a moment.

With a sullen face, if given a choice, He Shenyan would definitely choose to go back not long ago to avoid that damn kiss.

However, what happened has already happened, and no one can reverse it. The same is true for the mage, if he has his way, he won't be disgusted here.

More importantly, Slaanesh did not leave.

She laughed, and the pink-purple radiance pierced through the curtain of blood and corpses. The Lord of Pleasure stared directly at He Shenyan with her eyes, non-stop, with naked desire in her eyes.

Can He Shenyan bear it?

Of course he couldn't help it.

The mage's right hand clenched into a fist—he whispered, "You..."

"Huh? My dear, what did you say?" Slaanesh asked with a smile.

He Shenyan could see the shape of her eyes from the curtain, but it was just a pair of eyes, which was enough to make people marvel at their perfection. From any angle, those eyes are so beautiful, and contain a breathtaking light.

The love overflowed in it, almost making the Webway tremble.

He Shenyan's throat rolled up and down twice, but the words he spoke were not what Slaanesh wanted to hear, but a foul word full of disgust and anger.

"Look at your mother! Fuck!"

He yelled angrily without quality, and he had already squeezed a compound spiritual bomb in his hand. As long as Slaanesh said a word, he would immediately throw bombs into it from the blood curtain-but the Lord of Pleasure obviously understood What is enough is enough.

Reluctantly, she winked at the mage through the curtain: "Don't forget me, my dear. Ah, I will miss you... It's so unforgettable, the way you swing your sword, Looking so angry, I almost—"

She let out a high-pitched scream, and the veil disappeared in a wave. The blood stopped boiling, and the shattered corpses also fell down, leaving only the mage standing in the webway with his face livid.

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