Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

She also wanted to give it a try, and couldn't help but look at Ying Lin, wondering if he would think it was just average.

Chapter 141 The Great Gods in Their Respective Fields

"What's wrong? You can't even speak."

Yinglin waved his hand in front of Metatron, bringing her back to her senses. She shook her head, mustered her courage, and explained.

"I'm very curious about video games. Could you play with me?"

"Of course you can. Besides, I haven't played in a long time. I really miss the days when I was a kid."

"awesome!"

Metatron didn't know which period Shadowlin was referring to, but what he was certain of was that both of them enjoyed video games.

This was so great for her that she didn't hesitate to take out the game console that Irisviel had bought for her to keep her entertained.

Want to play together?

"Of course, but I'm a bit short on time, and these are all single-player games. Could you let me cast an illusion spell?"

"Hmph, busy man."

The blonde angel only muttered a complaint before falling silent, ultimately agreeing with Yinglin's decision.

Irisviel stood to the side, silently observing the situation.

Sure enough, no matter how angry she was, she was easily appeased with just a few words.

He didn't seem genuinely angry at all.

"Alice, do you want to join us?"

"I?"

Now it was her turn to feel sleepy.

Unlike the颓废天使 (颓废天使 is a Chinese word that means decadent, dispirited, or decadent) woman, she prefers outdoor racing, which is much more exciting than games.

"Not interested? Then please cut some fruit for me." Yinglin made up his mind to run with her later.

"Good~"

Immediately afterwards, Irisviel, like a gentle lady, got up and went to the kitchen to cut fruit for the two of them.

With the game entertaining him, Metatron's mood instantly soared, and his words were full of jokes, as if he had truly forgotten that the Celestial Realm even existed.

With plenty of food, drink, and entertainment, the already somewhat lazy angel became even more decadent.

Irisviel would occasionally bring over some fruit and tea, then go to sleep, saying she needed to conserve her energy.

By any measure, it looks like they're waiting for a high-speed chase.

It's clear she has a passion for cars.

Yinglin suddenly had an idea: should he help her modify it?

Ok.

Although something might go wrong, Yinglin had already prepared many measures, so that such a thing would definitely not happen!

For example, it will automatically move away when it touches something.

If there are plenty around, then take off.

If all else fails, you can teleport.

Hopefully, all this code together won't turn into a bunch of bugs.

When the childhood game appeared before him, Yinglin truly missed it. After gradually getting used to it, he still couldn't defeat Metatron.

After all, this is not his area of ​​expertise.

As for those superhuman maneuvers, Yinglin didn't use them; he simply focused on maintaining the same level as Metatron.

Even so, I still got a beating.

She seemed to have found the only way to defeat Yinglin, and she was incredibly excited.

"Wow, I won!"

"You've been playing this game for a long time, haven't you?"

"Of course, hehe."

Even though I played hard, after so much time has passed, my body will eventually get tired.

Metatron yawned wearily, leaned against Shadowlin, and murmured.

"I'm a little tired. Thank you for spending so much time with me."

Upon hearing this, Yinglin smiled and reached out to stroke her golden hair, which then extended down to her pure white wings.

"You should think about our relationship before you say that."

"I know, but I can tell you're just good at playing games. I've beaten you so many times, and you just complain once and that's it. I'm the one who should say thank you."

If it were Metatron, he would have retired long ago in this situation.

Perhaps, in a fit of rage, he might abandon his ordinary identity and instead use the abilities of an archangel to play games.

In this way, her reactions and actions will reach unprecedented heights!

"Losing to you is nothing."

“Hmm…” Metatron seemed to realize something and reacted, issuing a warning.

"Wait, wait! You can't do that to me."

"I feel like you're treating me like someone who can't distinguish reality."

"Oh, no way, right?" Metatron patted his slightly bulging chest and murmured, "That's good."

Instead of that, think about whether you're hungry.

Upon hearing this, Metatron couldn't help but look at his stomach, which seemed to be making a sound, and touched it.

"Tsk, a little."

Yinglin took Angel Xiao's soft little hand and led the adorable homebody girl towards the dining table.

"That's it for now, let's eat first."

"Ah."

Next, it was time for the angels to feed the children.

Metatron is really lazy; he doesn't even have the strength to hold a spoon to eat anymore, and he keeps pestering him to feed him.

What could Yinglin say in response? Of course, he would try his best to satisfy her.

Perhaps because she had enjoyed such royal treatment, the little angel was unusually docile afterwards, almost without any temper, and even shyly agreed to the embarrassing game.

But this undoubtedly stirred up her sense of shame.

Metatron quickly adopted a disdainful look, as if he were looking at trash, intending to purify Yinglin's heart with authority and love.

The result can be imagined.

They still lost.

Very thorough.

It was almost the same game the two had played not long ago.

Yinglin was no match for her.

They are all undisputed leaders in their respective fields, and any attempt to challenge them will only result in utter defeat.

time flies.

Even after being given supplements, Metatron only lasted a few hours before collapsing.

Then, with gentle comfort, she gradually fell asleep.

With nothing to do, Yinglin naturally went to keep Irisviel company, the white-haired beauty who loved racing cars. At first glance, she was becoming more and more like a gentle and refined lady.

The moment Ying Lin appeared, she ran over, quickly grabbed his arm, and said, "Lin, do you still have time?"

"There are some."

As if he had just thought of something, he asked again, "By the way, you've been waiting for me here for so long, have you eaten?"

"It's okay, I ate a little."

To be honest, Yinglin wanted to persuade her to have a good meal, but the way his wife looked at him with such excitement, like a little girl's expectant eyes, made him have no choice but to agree.

"In that case, if you get hungry later, I'll make you something to eat, okay?"

"Okay!"

And so, Yinglin was dragged into the car by Irisviel, and he made some modifications to the vehicle, intending to give her a surprise.

Irisviel naturally knew what was going on. She could clearly feel the flow of magic in the air, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips. She stepped on the gas and headed straight for the gate.

Yinglin underestimated his wife's courage. With him around, she believed that it was impossible for her to crash the car, and driving it was incredibly exciting.

Passing pedestrians and vehicles seemed to flash by in their eyes like phantoms, making it impossible to see their figures clearly.

At this moment, Yinglin realized just how outrageous his modifications had been.

It was said to make it more comfortable for Irisviel to drive.

In reality, it was the awakening of her inner joy that shattered the invisible shackles within this safety net, leaving only the wildly exuberant wife.

Chapter 142 The Ha Man's Wife

Even the grown-up Shadow, who was not afraid of even Ort, was subdued by Irisviel's courage.

I'm so curious, how did she manage to calmly turn around and then accelerate when she almost hit someone?

The whole process was very easy, and even the safety mechanisms set up by Ying Lin were not triggered, to the point that he wondered if Irisviel had a natural racing physique.

That's really outrageous!

Not only that, she was able to continue this operation for over an hour. Even after driving to a desolate side road, she was only panting slightly and laughing.

"Lin, how's my skill? Isn't it amazing?"

Ying Lin, who had kept a straight face the whole time, reached out and wiped away non-existent sweat, then nodded stiffly.

"Very strong."

In fact, no matter how fast he went, it couldn't affect Ying Lin's emotions.

The main reason I'm terrified is that I see so many things every time, almost get hit by her, and then nimbly dodge them.

It's no exaggeration to say that facing Irisviel at full power is more terrifying than Oort, that real cargo truck!

This is Yinglin's most honest assessment.

"Hehe, it's nothing at all. On the contrary, I feel like I've caused you trouble."

Irisviel noticed Yinglin's behavior. No matter how calm and serious her expression was, her trembling fingers could not hide the panic in her heart.

After calming down, she felt that she had been a little selfish, so she walked up to Yinglin and hugged his waist tightly.

Just as she was about to explain, Yinglin waved his hand.

"It's alright, this is fine too. After all, it's one of your few entertainment activities. Just remember one thing I said: never make a move, or no matter how crazy you get, you must call me."

"Good~"

With this assurance, Irisviel was overjoyed. When she looked up again, her blood-red eyes seemed to be tinged with a tender mist.

"Um, should we...?"

Her gaze fell on the back seat.

"hiss."