This endless world

——Apple flavor.

This was the first thought that came to Yang Yun's mind after he was suddenly attacked by Zhao Yingkong.

Although I drank a lot of "Thousand Days Drunk" at the banquet tonight, and even though the main god's explanation was that this wine can even make immortals drunk, for the fourth-level advanced strongman, wine is just a volatilization The useless liquid that can be discharged in a moment will not have any impact on the body and mind at all. Not to mention the paralysis of Yang Yun, whose thinking speed is countless times higher than that of ordinary people, and his recovery ability is even more terrifying...

It's just that everyone will get drunk if they are not drunk, and it is difficult for human beings to overcome the deepest instinct of their own genes.

After a long time, the lips parted. A tiny silver thread bloomed quietly between the two of them, like spider silk in the morning dew, shining faintly under the light of the Lord God's ball of light. Yang Yun and Zhao Yingkong kept a very close distance like this, looking at each other with their eyes, and they could even see their own figures in each other's pupils.

"...Let's do it."

After a long time, Zhao Yingkong spoke first. Although her voice was calm, there was still a deep tremor in it: "With whom?"

"……moment."

Yang Yun did not choose to cover up or find some weak excuses. Because even though he had ten thousand opportunities to dodge just now, he still did not choose to avoid Zhao Yingkong's lips.

——And not only Yang Yun, but also Zhao Yingkong himself knew about this matter.

"...Sister Setsuna." For some reason, Yang Yun felt that Zhao Yingkong seemed to be quietly relieved after hearing the news.

However, before Yang Yun could say anything, Zhao Yingkong's next words came one after another: "But... can't I do it?"

Okay, that’s great.

Only now did Yang Yun realize how close the two were. The faint fragrance wafting from the girl's body was like a bee in spring, worming its way into his nose, making him intoxicated. And when Yang Yun's eyes involuntarily fell on the pair of huge treasure boxes on Zhao Yingkong's chest, an indescribable impulse suddenly burst out in his heart.

Yang Yun couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of apple-flavored saliva. Even though he fought with Setsuna for three days and three nights, his excess energy was still not exhausted. Even when he was about to start the second battlefield, he was forcibly interrupted by Liuli, which made him even less happy.

Now he was suddenly attacked by Zhao Yingkong. The thoughts and desires in Yang Yun's heart were like violent waves, lapping at the bank of his heart... That was the last string that Yang Yun could maintain to maintain his sanity. He didn't transform into a moonlit wolf on the spot and do something else.

Needless to say, Zhao Yingkong's behavior needs no explanation. Any normal person can understand the meaning behind her behavior. In fact, after understanding Setsuna and Liuli's feelings for him, Zhao Yingkong's hug before, and the last excuse to cover up the family relationship, had a clear explanation.

——Zhao Yingkong, probably... no, definitely likes me.

This is the reason why Yang Yun wants to be tough in front of Zheng Zha. Before he can think about facing Zhao Yingkong, he can only deceive himself and escape - and unfortunately, it seems that this has become some kind of catalyst, prompting Zhao Yingkong to made the current move.

"Yingkong." Yang Yun's throat moved: "I..."

——He changed his name.

There is only one man like Yang Yun who can hold on to himself before a big meal is delivered to his door, but he still has to declare something in advance, even if the statement seems obvious and pale: "Say it first ,I……"

"You don't have to say anything and you don't have to do anything."

But before Yang Yun could say anything, Zhao Yingkong took the first step and said, "Be my man."

Then she kissed him again. This kiss was longer and more passionate than the previous one, as if all the thoughts and words were poured into this kiss.

Assassins never ask for the opinions of their targets, and precisely because they rob others of their belongings, they can feel that in the main god's space, at this moment, they only belong to themselves.

"...There is no technique, it's all emotion."

When the lips parted for the second time, Yang Yun stared at Zhao Yingkong's face, almost unable to hold back his impulse, wishing he could have a "battle" different from the one before Resident Evil 2 with the assassin girl in front of him. : "You are playing with fire."

"Don't underestimate me."

Faced with Yang Yun's comments, Zhao Yingkong's face turned red, and the next moment she raised her eyebrows, and said playfully: "The skill of seduction is also part of what assassins must master... As a peerless genius in the assassin family for thousands of years, it is natural to We strive for excellence in every field, and this is no exception.”

"……real?"

"Of course it's true."

——No, it’s definitely fake. I have watched "Infinite Horror".

Facing Zhao Yingkong's appearance, although he tried hard to maintain a cold appearance, but the roots of his ears were as red as a ripe apple, Yang Yun complained secretly in his heart. He thought, if the training results of the Assassin family made assassins shy and embarrassed about trivial things like kissing, then how had the assassins of the Zhao family carried out assassinations over the past thousand years?

However, Zhao Yingkong's subtle shyness under the forced calmness at this time also had a special flavor, which made Yang Yun's heart move and playful. She pretended to be serious and said: "It is indeed worthy of the thousand-year heritage. The knowledge and experience are rich. Compared with ordinary people like us, it is simply a world of difference... Then, Miss Zhao Yingkong, you must know what we should do next, right?"

"...Of course."

Listening to the hints in Yang Yun's words, Zhao Yingkong, who had never been exposed to relevant training, only knew the theoretical knowledge very well, but had no practical experience at all, was already a bit trapped. She didn't know how many times she cursed herself for being stubborn in her heart, but looking at Yang Yun's playful and expectant expression, she couldn't say the words of surrender.

So, Zhao Yingkong followed the primitive impulse in her genes, stretched out her hand and grabbed Yang Yun's collar without hesitation, and pushed him down. Then she quickly and gracefully sat on Yang Yun's body, like a rider about to ride a horse across the grassland——

——Of course, she did not forget to close the door, so that the following sounds, which were not suitable for children, would not be heard in the empty main square. (End of this chapter)