He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

When Qu Yi woke up in the early morning, Ansel was no longer beside her; she knew he couldn't have gone far.

really.

A few seconds later, he pushed the door open and entered.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Ansel came over and kissed her with a smile.

"Thanks to you, it's not bad."

Qu Yi rubbed her waist with a complicated expression.

Ansel touched the tip of his nose: "Let me massage it for you."

Qu Yi: "No need, I don't want to be able to go out in the afternoon."

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to stop.

Ansel chuckled awkwardly. He had carried her to the bathroom last night and couldn't help himself; it was indeed his fault.

The higher Odis's status was before, the more he fell now, becoming the object of ridicule and contempt. Some people worshipped him, but they worshipped him because he was chosen by the god of light, not because he was abandoned.

Released from confinement, Odis rushed back to his residence without stopping, opened the cabinet, and unlocked it with a key.

I couldn’t wait to remove the stopper from one of the bottles. The power of light surged out, but it vanished completely the moment it came into contact with the air.

Odis's pupils dilated in disbelief as he opened the second bottle, the third bottle...

It's still the same.

"Where is my power? My power, where has it gone? It's mine, it's all mine..."

He opened the remaining bottles one by one, as if he had gone mad.

The last one was thrown onto the carpeted floor, making a dull thud before rolling to the side.

Bottles were scattered all over the floor.

Upon receiving the news, Ansel immediately informed Qu Yi. He stared at her face, wanting to see her reaction.

"I heard he's gone mad."

"Yeah."

"Want to take a look?"

"Let's go."

The paladin frowned in displeasure and stood motionless.

"You really want to go?"

Qu Yi crossed her arms and looked at him leisurely:

"Didn't you tell me to go, Lord Ansel? You haven't forgotten what you just said, have you?"

Ansel snorted, pulled her into his arms, and bit her soft earlobe.

"You know I was just asking."

"I do not know."

"Sister." He kissed her fair and slender neck, his eyes darkening.

"Don't act all cute." Qu Yi pushed him away. "I do need to talk to him later, so don't get angry."

“You really want to go find him? I’ll go too!” Ansel straightened up, his face displeased.

"I'll go by myself, be good."

Ansel watched Qu Yi leave, his fists clenched, veins bulging, the clash of power and anger terrifying.

3333, which had come down from the runway, suddenly braked and stared at the furious Ansel for a long time, as if trying to confirm something.

"Your master has already left, stop looking."

Ansel said to the round dog.

Odis was no longer fit to remain in the Papacy, so the bishop gave him some gold coins and sent him away.

In a secluded place, he got off the carriage and watched the white horses pull the exquisite carriage further and further away. Odis wondered why he had become like this.

Turning around, I saw a person in white standing not far away. The person was slender and wore a large hat, so I couldn't see their face.

She raised her hand and took off her hat. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her, but it couldn't take away her aloofness. Warmth and indifference clashed, like the sun and moon vying for brilliance. The wind blew, and her black curly hair danced to the beautiful melody, making her stunningly beautiful.

“Viya.”

His voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable, like that of a seventy-year-old man.