Why am I the only male apprentice of the evil queen

This matter was actually what Anasta wanted to talk about during the extra practice last time, but the apprentice was so fun that she forgot about it.

This time, when he fell asleep, he said to bring Fenmu over, just to talk about this matter.

"Master An, Anna, good afternoon, what's the matter?" Fen Mu swallowed, afraid that she would say that she needs to be trained or something.

Because there is no need for actual combat training, now he is only dragged into the dreamland with his consciousness, rather than being dragged into the dreamland with his body.

"Commendation. Your progress a while ago was good and deserves encouragement. If the 'I' on the other side sees it, it will be surprised and gratified." After Anasta finished speaking, Fen Mu still shrank her neck in fear.

Tsk, isn't it just two or three years of training in the dream, as for being so scared?

"...Okay, I will work hard, then Master Anna, can I go?" Fen Mu asked tentatively.

Although she has the face of Anastasia, from the bust to the big buttocks, and the curve of the beautiful legs, she is no different from the deity, and even Fenmu sometimes has the illusion that "this is the master himself", but in terms of this personality, Fenmu can be sure that she is not Anasta.

Anastasia was the kind of woman who occasionally showed a teasing smile, but was very gentle in her heart, and would never force him to do anything. Maybe it's the difference in life experience, or maybe it's because she watched her grow up. Anastasia also shows a bit of motherhood from time to time.

And Fenmu accepted all this, and even felt that the master's maternal tenderness was very attractive!

But let’s not talk about this master Anna, she is really strict, more like a queen with sadism...

Hey, I can understand it, after all, this is the coach Anasta sent for him, gentleness is impossible.

Anastasia didn't know what Femmer was thinking, and she wouldn't pry into it, because that would make the interaction meaningless. She crossed her slender and plump legs, frowned on purpose, expressed her displeasure in her tone, and asked:

"You mean to disdain the reward from the master?"

Fen Mu shivered cleverly, and quickly sat down beside Anasta's lap, and said with a sneering smile:

"How dare you, I just feel that my progress is not worthy of Master Anna's reward. Master Anna trained me hard before, I will give Master Anna a pinch!"

Fenmu gently took off the high-heeled short boots on the beautiful feet, put them aside, and placed Anasta's attractive jade feet on her thighs like holding the most precious fragile objects, and massaged them gently.

Because there is a layer of soft gauze silk stockings that fit the curve, it is always weird to massage. After getting the permission of Master Anna's sight, Femmo plucked up the courage to directly hook the stockings with his nails, and put the inside The jade feet were peeled off.

At the moment when the white and tender flesh color was exposed from the stockings, a sense of astonishment as if witnessing the blooming of the epiphyllum in the middle of the night jumped into my heart, and Fenmu's breathing seemed to have stagnated for a few breaths.

Having lived with Anasta for so long, Fenmu has never discovered that this pair of jade feet has such a terrifying allure before. The palm of his hand rubbed the sole of the foot, and the delicate and smooth feel was magnified to the extreme in the bending and undulation of the arch of the foot.

Anastasia noticed the little bastard's eyes, and deliberately stretched those ten delicate, round toes in front of him.

"What are you looking at?"

Feeling guilty, Fen Mu hurriedly cleared his throat, looked away, and began to follow the curve, slowly massaging Master Anna's calf.

"No, it's nothing, I was thinking about the technique just now, I was just distracted, and I didn't stare at Master Anna's feet..." He justified incoherently.

Feeling the uncontrollable throbbing in his heart, Fenmu had to confirm that his belief was really stepped on by Master Anna, and he surrendered to her beautiful legs during the frenzied resistance training.

The unrequited tears of the two couples slowly fell from the corners of their eyes. The training is understandable, but it takes several years to train each time, and every time it is a full-on charm technique, and after the charm, they still use such beautiful feet to tease him. He, can this person's brain be free from problems? How can he persist in his beliefs? Thinking of this, Fen Mu couldn't help accusing Master Anna in his heart, tears streaming down his face—it was this fierce Master Anna who kidnapped his faith!

Anasta didn't think about how her apprentice helped him pinch his legs, and the corners of her eyes became moist as she pinched his legs.

My feet aren't dirty or smelly, right? As for being so wronged?

"What's wrong with you?" She tugged at his cheek with complicated emotions.

In front of Master Anna, Fen Mu naturally didn't even dare to be a king with a strong mouth, but only dared to be a BB in his heart. He touched the old tears, shook his head and said:

"It's okay, I miss the master."

Anastha sighed, wondering if she had bullied him too much during this time, or because she hadn't used her real body to meet him for too long? Logically speaking, seeing her "identity" is actually no different from her real body, at most it is a little difference in the color of her pupils.

Anasta actually didn't know how to comfort others. Many of the movements of holding Femmu were learned from some mothers in the village when he was still young. Different from her body shape.

She hugged her apprentice in her arms, gently stroked his head, and said softly:

"I won't train you this time, just treat me as the real 'I' and give you a hug for a while, as a reward for your progress some time ago, okay?"

Fen Mu felt that it was acceptable, and was afraid of missing a second, so he quickly hugged Master Anna's graceful body.

Chapter 72 The medicine works well

After comforting her for a long time, Anasta took care of her apprentice and almost forgot about his business.

"The reward is over, if you still want to hug, then prepare to make more progress and come to me."

Hearing this, Fenmu had no choice but to let go of his hand reluctantly.

Although this is not the real master, it can't be said to be a fake, and the feeling of holding it is almost exactly the same as that of the previous ten or so years.

But in fact, Anasta also likes to be hugged by Fenmu, probably because she is used to it.

Fen Mu showed a distressed look and said:

"Although I was lucky enough to get a Lazarus page, I have no clue about the follow-up materials, and my progress may be much slower afterwards."

At the last gathering of the Kingdom of God, several senior sisters did not come, but I can also feel that the remaining few materials are very difficult to obtain.

"Will the material affect your progress?" Anasta asked knowingly.

From the bottom of his heart, Fen Mu regards Master Anna as a good sister, and never thought of hiding anything.

"Well, as long as it is good material, as long as I can get it, my strength should be able to improve quickly. At that time, as long as I raise my realm a little bit, it will not be a problem, but now I can't find any follow-up clues, a little clue None, but Master Anna, don’t tell the master!”

If it stops like this, God knows how long it will take to get up the courage to meet Anastha?

A few years or more than ten years may be just a blink of an eye for Master Anastha, but Fenmu doesn't have the patience to wait that long.

Difficult!

"I won't talk about it. I can help you find materials."

Master Anna's calm words set off a shocking wave in Fenmu's heart. Is there such a good thing?

He couldn't wait to ask:

"How to help?"

"Do you know the sacrifice ceremony of fanatics?"

After all, I have been in the church city for so long, occasionally doubled the books in the church, Fenmu can get a lot of information, he nodded and said:

"I know, it's the ceremony of inviting the gods, calling the gods they believe in through some sacrificial arrays, or inviting the gods' envoys, and some are inviting the will of the gods to descend on the 'saint',' Son' or something like that."

"That's right, but in fact gods can be divided into two categories, one is the ancient gods whose records of existence are hard to find, and the other is the spirits of heroes, formed by their own strength and the thoughts of their admirers." New gods', but there are very few such 'new gods'.

No matter what kind of god it is, it will eventually become an existence that does things according to its interests, and there is no distinction between good and evil. Many cultists don't understand the essence of the sacrificial ceremony, which is actually to have fun by chanting something that interests the god and then calling the other party over.

The dreamland evolved from the disorderly beings is very broad, and the purer and firmer the belief, the easier it is to reach the gods. "

Looking through the archives of the diocese, we can find that in many incidents of false gods committing crimes, the people who invited such horrible gods were often just ordinary people who suffered from terror and felt strong negative emotions. They may have just unintentionally obtained some lost False god tokens outside.

Then one day, the gods were attracted by these ordinary emotions.

Fenmu nodded half-understood, then asked again:

"But does this have anything to do with my search for material?"

The silk stockings on Anastha's legs "healed" quietly. She stretched out her legs in front of Fenmu. Fenmu suppressed her eager heart and pretended to be a sage to help her put on her high-heeled short boots.

Anastasia waited for him to dress before continuing:

"Yes, I can help you construct a similar communication between gods and believers. Probably if someone is eager to forge weapons, you can be like those gods, hear their voices, and then be attracted to them... ..."

"Is there such a good thing?!" Fenmu once again exclaimed in the same way, isn't it just that people are sitting at home, and the material comes from heaven!

Listening to Master Anna's introduction, Fenmu gradually had a deeper understanding of the principle of this ritual of inviting gods.

Dreamland is a chaotic place where consciousness and matter blend together. The stronger a person is, the more comfortable he is in the dreamland, breaking free from the shackles of the present.

And those who are strong enough to a certain level can screen the thoughts and calls they are interested in in the dream, and then respond to the calls.

The simple understanding is that people who like to check some hidden content will receive different advertisements, which is the user preference positioning in the era of big data!

But isn't Master Anna the incarnation of the light group of knowledge, can he still have such great power?

Fenmu's doubts were interrupted by Anastha's words, she changed the subject and said:

"But to achieve this kind of connection, you have to reach at least the middle stage of the third order."

This statement is of course false, but Anasta just wants to give this kid some motivation to push the big salted fish at home to practice hard.

The corners of Fen Mu's mouth rose slightly, and he boasted:

"That's no problem! Then Master Anna, I'm leaving first, and I'll come to you after a while."

Watching her little apprentice leave the background of the dreamland, Anasta shook her head helplessly.

What's the matter!

The apprentice wanted to pick up Anastha as a master. Not only did she have to tell Fenmu how to pick herself up and what gifts to give, but now she even had to teach him how to collect gifts faster...

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The scene, the parish chapel of the trial.

The door of Fenmu's room was quietly opened, and Taivia and Rachel hid outside the door, watching Fenmu's nap through the door, so as to clinically observe how Fenmu's spirit recovered.

As knowledgeable as Rachel, she had to bow to Taivia on the issue of this strange disease. She humbly asked:

"Miss Doctor, is it because Fenmu is not in good spirits and gets tired easily after taking a nap so early?"

"Yeah." Tavia nodded.

"That is to say, we need to strengthen the dose of the medicinal diet we made for him?" Rachel is not sure, this is the first time she has seen such a thing as eating energy potions.

"right!"

Suddenly, Fen Mu jumped up from the bed and yelled "rua", startling the two people outside the door.

But he didn't run towards the door, but jumped directly from the window, not knowing where he went.

Rachel was silent for a while, and forced to ask calmly:

"Miss Doctor, what are these symptoms?"

Taivia thought about it with her little head, and replied professionally:

"The patient has taken the initiative to go out to relax, which shows that the current medication is effective, and it should be kept for a few more days."

"Huh???" For a while, the maid had a hard time distinguishing whether this was the truth or a joke, which was beyond her knowledge, but Taivia seemed to make sense, "That should be the case."

Chapter 73

It's a bit embarrassing to say, under the high-pressure training of Master Anna, Fenmu is still a little swollen now.

When I'm ready to train, I'll show my master Anasta a little bit, maybe it will make her old man's heart arouse? When the relationship between husband and wife is established, and when some indescribable couples have in-depth exchanges, Fenmu will show the results of the high-pressure training. At that time, Anasta will be able to know who is the one who really has the right to speak what?

Just thinking about that kind of scene made Fenmu feel a surge of emotion, looking forward to the arrival of that day and that scene from the bottom of his heart!

Fenmu ran to the war parish without saying a word.

Having lived in the Church City for a long time, he has figured out that the city function of the War Parish is the training ground, which has the best trapped fighting arena in Granville.

On the days when missions are not required, the clergy ladies in the diocese and the non-staff cooperative mercenaries all go there for daily training.

Entering the training ground management office, Finmo asked:

"Good afternoon, nun, I want to train until midnight, can you register for me?"

The muscular nun shrugged regretfully, shook her head and said:

"This won't work. There are regulations above. Each person can only rent for two hours a day and four times a week. This is to prevent some rich and powerful mercenary groups from maliciously chartering the rules. Mainly We still need to make more venues available to those in need, please understand.”

"Then can I add more money?" Fen Mu pondered over his small coffers, God is sorry, this small money was taken from Taivia at that time.

After Rachel made the Codex weapons known to the public, Fenmu had a great reputation, while the sour people felt that there was some dirty deal, and those who really wanted to buy them asked everywhere if they could negotiate with him. Way.

However, considering that he himself does not want to be disturbed by trivial matters, Fenmu's whereabouts have been intentionally concealed, especially in the trial parish where he got a library in a daze, almost setting Fenmu's location as a serious illness garrison area.

Some of the nuns who were originally in charge of cleaning the library were sent to the small church to garrison, which can be said to be the treatment that the royal family did not have.

The news of Fenmu's arrival reached the ears of the nearby assistant bishop Tokelan almost immediately.

Fen Mu only felt a flash in front of his eyes, a sturdy sister appeared in front of him, the muscles almost broke the nun's clothes, the breasts that should be the dazzling peaks of women turned into two Tight chest muscles.

Because it is a uniform with open sleeves that is convenient for combat, the angular arm muscles will also show a brushed texture when they move!

This is a level that only muscular women with extremely low body fat can achieve!

"You, how are you?" Fen Mu looked up at the little giant-like female bishop, feeling a little hot in the eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.