The Endless Shuttle

Luo Pei suddenly felt a chill, and threw out the disgusting picture in his mind.

Even with the divinity of disease and plague, how could my lovely daughter grow into Nurgle! Can't! Absolutely not!

"Lena, you must maintain the aesthetic concept passed on to you by your mother..."

Luo Pei, who never recognized the aesthetic taste of the King in Yellow, said these words in a slightly uneasy mood.

Lina felt a little strange, but she answered with a very elegant smile.

"Yes, my lord father."

"Sister Charist! What do I need to do?"

Lina finished, and the last daughter, Saya, asked happily like an elementary school student raising her hand in class.

Chariste seemed to have entered a role-playing state, and deliberately pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"Sister Saya just continue with your thoughts. I have to say that among the daughters of my father, you may be the hardest one. Due to the crazy mental state of the gods in our camp, it is not surprising that anything happens in the war Sister Saya, you will be the long-term external mediator, trying your best to save the impossible hope."

"Hey! I just remembered after you said that. So far, there has been no progress in mediating the conflict between His Majesty Cthugya and His Majesty Nyarlathotep..."

Saya flinched.

Astrid waved her hand and said.

"No, no, no, Saya, don't even think about it. I understand the character of my mother very well. It is probably more difficult for her to reach a settlement with Nyarlathotep than to kill her."

"Hate always has a motive, and as long as the motive can be found, there is a solution."

"Do you think I didn't ask Mother about this matter? This is the biggest mutual hatred in the evil god camp." Estrided said: "Mother's answer is very simple, she has long forgotten why she hates Nyarlathoti Pu, but this feeling cannot be faked."

To put it simply, Cthugha doesn't know why she hates Nyarlathotep, but she just hates it so much that she can't wait to slap him tens of thousands of times, never to be freed.

It makes no sense, does it?

But the evil god is such an unreasonable existence.

"well……"

Saya feels that the mission is heavy and the road is long.

"Ahem." Chariste brought the topic back and scanned the goddesses: "Do you have any questions or dissatisfaction? If not, then the results of the meeting will be implemented in this way for the time being."

The other daughters would naturally not object to the plan arranged by the Goddess of Knowledge.

"Father, do you have anything to add?"

"No, Chariste did a great job."

Luo Pei closed his eyes, while drinking chocolate milk, enjoying the clear arrangements made by his daughter.

This sense of ease is really amazing.

"So, here we go, the business is over."

Charist snapped the pointer closed.

The other daughters also realized something, staring at Luo Pei as if Guan Gong opened his eyes.

The pressure brought by the sight made the black-haired youth almost choke.

"What are you planning to do?"

"Father, could it be that he forgot what he promised us just now?" Sumona asked with a smile.

"I haven't forgotten, but... are you really planning to come now?"

"Why not?"

"I just talked to Lamia last night..."

"It's okay, it's okay~"

Sha Ye didn't know when he went around behind Luo Pei, biting his neck with a pair of small canine teeth.

"The energy potion of the divine power of life, the maximum amount!"

"Hello!"

Luo Pei wanted to break Saya away, but found that his cutest daughter was as motionless as a rock. After struggling for a while to no avail, he simply gave up struggling slowly.

—What a bunch of wayward guys.

In the face of a group of true gods, I hope that they will not be too outrageous... forty-two days...

When dusk comes, Luo Pei is about to embark on a crazy journey.

It is undeniable that, as the prince of pleasure, he will definitely get the low-level happiness he wants.

Chapter 108: White Yaksha's Counterattack, Snake Water God Bai Xueji

Forty-two days of tourism, there is no doubt that the travel word of tourism is perfectly trampled.

Because after that day, Luo Pei did not step out of the daughters' room for a full forty-two days.

Like the howling wind in hell, the quagmire of desire breeds, advocating the endless joy of indulgence.

When the black-haired young man stepped through the six-figure outer gate and came before the former White Night King and the current White Yaksha, his whole body appeared in a soft trance state.

Shirayasha's other courtyard on the lower floor is a typical Japanese-style courtyard. This is not to say that she has any relationship with the "eight million gods" of the community, but just a pure preference. There is an elegant small pool and monk capital in the courtyard, and the sound of bamboo joints and water flows regularly, presenting a unique cultural atmosphere.

Wearing a kimono and white stockings, Shiroyasha frowned and gently kicked Lope, who was slumped on the soft seat, with his tiny feet.

"You bastard... what happened? Being so listless is not the attitude that the one who made the gods tremble and the human beings finally tried "Universal Uselessness" should have. "

Luo Pei raised his head and looked at Shiroyasha numbly.

"Forty-two days, do you know how I spent these forty-two days?"

"How do we know?"

"The black gust of evil desires; the ultimate sensual pleasure; the Sahara desert filled with sea water; the frozen waterfall..."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Shiro Yasha casually stuffed a piece of senbei into Luo Pei's mouth, then sat cross-legged across the low table with a teacup in hand.

Compared with the noble and elegant lady, the gray-haired loli is a little closer to the uncle.