sjar Chapter 667: Legends Are Not Natural
Chapter 667: Legends Are Not Natural
【Tenth Year】
[A person’s life does not have many decades. For you, this is your tenth year in Tethys.]
[The handsome boy who traveled to Tethys ten years ago is now a 27-year-old young man, and he is no longer as naive as he was at the beginning]
[Aini now comes to your cabin almost every day. She crawls into the bed at night, blinking her bright eyes as if to say that there is still a lot of room here. You are also used to sleeping on the sofa. When you turn sideways, you can see Aini's beautiful sleeping face in the dark.]
late at night.
An Ming's vision was a little blurry, and the faint sweetness and burning sensation of the wine still remained in his throat. He vaguely recalled that Annie had forced him to taste the sacred wine "Moon Tears" tonight.
It is said that it is a rare item in the holy city, and there are only a few bottles available in a year. This is why it is only used for offerings before the ceremony held every five years.
"ceremony..."
As An Ming fell into a daze, 036's last tears reappeared in his mind. What was at the end of that staircase? Was Annie also going to have the same fate?
He turned his head and saw Annie sleeping on his arm with a pillow in her arms. The Saint still accurately occupied two-thirds of the bed.
In the moonlight, Annie's eyelashes were as spotless as the first snow, and when she turned over slightly, she made some cute nasal sounds.
Time seemed to have never left even the slightest trace on her. Four years had passed since their first meeting at the beach, and Annie's face was still as beautiful and pure as when they first met.
An Ming gently moved the arm that Annie was resting on, but was met with a dissatisfied snort from her.
The girl curled up tighter like a cat, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder, a faint fragrance emanating from her silver hair.
The aftereffects of Moon Tears were even stronger than An Ming had imagined, but seeing Annie's expression, it seemed that she was not affected at all. Instead, he was drunk and had some memory loss.
There are some things that An Ming will not talk about, like some taboos that cannot be touched.
He is not a human being from this world, and is destined to be just a passer-by to Annie.
Aini is a saint of Thetis, born with the blessing of gods.
An Ming couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently brushed his fingertips across Annie's cheek, as if to confirm that her existence was not a drunken illusion.
"Fool..."
Annie suddenly propped herself up, her long hair falling like a waterfall. In the moonlight, she moved close to his face, their noses almost touching. Her warm breath carried the sweet scent of "moon tears".
Those eyes were a star-like light blue, like the surging tide.
The moonlight illuminated Annie's perfect curves as she half-lay down. Her breathtaking figure leaned slightly downward, bringing with it the sweetness of the moon's tears and the even sweeter spring water, all blending into the kiss.
After a long time.
An Ming felt the breath so close to him and murmured, "Am I dreaming?"
Annie didn't answer, but just bit his lips gently. The slight pain made An Ming realize that this moment was not a dream.
"Does it hurt?"
She asked softly, with a little cunning in her eyes.
“…kind of.”
"Then it's not a dream," Aini shrunk back into An Ming's arms and gently poked his chest with her fingers, "So, stop imagining it."
The moonlight still enveloped them gently, and An Ming held her a little tighter in his arms.
The obstacles and difficulties never disappeared, but at least at this moment, she was real.
Feeling the warmth surrounding her, Annie's eyelashes trembled slightly and a happy smile appeared at the corners of her lips.
She didn't know when she started to like sleeping with An Ming in her arms, but he was always shy and would find all kinds of excuses to sleep on the sofa alone, leaving the bed for her to sleep on.
Annie has been studying the knowledge of Blue Star very seriously recently. Things that are not in Tethys' memory are very attractive to her.
However, An Ming's current situation will soon reveal the answer, which is shyness.
Thinking that she had to take the initiative at this time, the Saint took two bottles of rare Moon Tears to get An Ming drunk. When An Ming first drank the Moon Tears, he only tasted a light sweetness, and he drank more and more unconsciously until he completely lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.
Sure enough, according to Annie's precise calculation, An Ming drank only five cups before he fell on the dining table in a daze.
Sometimes Annie was not sure what she was thinking. For example, after getting An Ming drunk, she just stared at his sleeping face for a long time.
Then she carried An Ming back to the bed in a princess hug. Feeling the warm breath so close to her, Annie's cheeks unconsciously turned red.
She hugged An Ming gently. Just like this was enough to make her feel a little more warmth.
If this kind of feeling is called love, then she would probably have fallen deeply in it a long time ago.
An Ming is a very gentle person. He cares about her thoughts and opinions no matter what she does, so now she will be the bad guy.
Well, a very bad person, who wanted to get An Ming drunk and then hug him tightly.
A faint smile appeared on Annie's lips, and she looked particularly happy.
Even she is like this, but she can be surrounded by such warm happiness.
...
...
The next morning.
When An Ming woke up, he was not drowsy like a drunk, but rather extremely clear-headed.
Moon Tears is indeed a high-end product from the Holy City. It can even boost one’s spirits after drinking it.
The first thing he subconsciously did was to look for Annie, until he turned around and saw the girl lying on the bed in a very ungraceful manner, with her legs spread out, almost kicking her off.
Sometimes An Ming would think, if there was a sun in Tethys, then if a ray of sunlight fell on Annie’s cheek at this moment, it would definitely be a beautiful picture.
It’s a pity that the only things here are the two unchanging moons. Although I’ll get used to it over time, I still miss the sunshine occasionally.
He recalled that when Annie stayed overnight in the cabin for the first time, she got up very early and vowed to help him make breakfast every morning.
Now it is usually difficult to wake up before ten o'clock, and it is normal to wake up at twelve o'clock with sleepy eyes and ask what to eat for lunch.
An Ming gently stroked Annie's silver hair, returned to the living room, changed into a spacious set of clothes, and took a heavy iron sword from the weapon rack.
The weapons of Thethys are mostly melee type, and the reason why An Ming chose the sword was that he was inexplicably inspired by the golden holy sword used in the sacrificial ceremony of Aini.
He didn't expect to be able to cultivate to the level of "Jian Lai", nor did he have any special reason. It was just that as an ordinary person, he also wanted to have the power to protect Annie.
Starting a year ago, An Ming has set aside several hours every day to practice swordplay. Although there has been no particularly substantial progress, his body has become much stronger.
In addition to practicing sword skills, An Ming would often go with Aini to steal the saint's tribute, and then participate in the Circum-Tethys Marathon under the supervision of the guards.
The size of the chasing guards has also evolved from the initial three-person team to the current full-scale search. There is a risk of being exposed if you are not careful. If you are arrested, the sentence will start at ten years and cap at a hundred years.
After all, according to Aini, in Thethys, blasphemy against a saint is the most serious type of crime. Although stealing tributes is not a capital crime, one must receive due punishment for this disrespect.
Thanks to such comprehensive exercise, An Ming now has significantly more muscles than he did at the beginning. Annie would occasionally sigh that the people of Blue Star are really amazing.
Now, when she secretly glanced at An Ming, she would blush and her heart would beat fast. Although she had this feeling originally, now in addition to the blushing, there were some other emotions that she herself did not understand.
It was like she wanted to completely possess An Ming, her face, body and soul, and never let anyone take An Ming away from her.
The morning mist had not yet dissipated, but An Ming had already come to the open space behind the wooden house with an iron sword in hand to start his daily sword practice. Perhaps at the beginning he could deceive himself with the reason of "keeping fit", but now An Ming himself knew very well.
He wanted much more than that.
Want to become stronger, become even stronger.
Strong enough to...protect the ones you love.
The sound of the sword cutting through the air scared away a few birds on the treetops, and two hours passed quickly.
An Ming put the iron sword on a tree stump nearby and stood under the shade of the tree, breathing slightly. Sweat flowed down his neck and soaked his shirt.
"Well!"
A small exclamation came from the window.
An Ming looked sideways and happened to meet a pair of flustered light blue eyes.
Annie quickly retracted her head, but her iconic silver-white hair was still cutely hanging on the windowsill.
An Ming couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "Aini."
"...!"
There was a sudden flurry of movement behind the window frame.
After a moment, the little head slowly popped out again. Annie's cheeks were as red as ripe fruits, and her eyes were wandering, not daring to look him in the eye.
"I didn't peek, I just saw a little bit..." Annie's little head was honest and automatically started to replay the scene she just saw.
The taut lines of An Ming's arms as he swung the sword, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed slightly, and those gentle eyes.
I really want to touch it.
The moment the thought came to her mind, Annie froze.
She covered her burning face and fiercely criticized An Ming in her heart for disregarding morals and laws. How could he let people get up so early in the morning to see such a shocking picture?
No matter what, just watch it! It’s good and I love watching it!
Annie decided to take whatever risks and climbed out of the window while still in her pajamas. She stepped barefoot on the soft grass and picked up the iron sword that An Ming had placed on the wooden stake.
The heavy iron sword was easily lifted between Annie's fingers as if it did not exist. After taking two or three steps, the sword tip passed over the corner of An Ming's clothes like a ray of silver light.
The sword blade cut through the morning mist, and An Ming reacted quickly and turned sideways, but he never expected that Annie would change her sword moves in an instant and force him in front of the tree trunk.
Annie blocked his way out with a quick and decisive wall-bang. There was a hint of surprise in her beautiful eyes. She didn't expect An Ming to actually react at first.
The moonlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, and Annie realizes at this moment that the young man, who once had to fight with all his might to face a virtual soldier, has now completely transformed.
A warm emotion surged in her heart. Obviously, a saint would not have so many emotions, but ever since she met An Ming, her heart was always filled with feelings that she could not understand before.
In fact, Annie knew that An Ming had been practicing sword skills over the years.
To be more precise, I was practicing sword skills for her.
Although An Ming never showed it, Annie could see that he was afraid of losing her.
The reason why Annie never mentioned it was just as simple... because she was destined to leave.
That was the fate she had carried since birth, and it was also a shackle that she could not get rid of no matter what.
With her eyes slightly lowered, Annie pursed her lips tightly, but soon regained her usual smile and said in a deliberately brisk tone: "Would you like me to teach you swordplay? This is the Saint Lady's unique skill. If you tell others that you want to learn it, they will fight for it~"
"I have heard about the Saint Lady's sword skills before, but it is not good to get it for free."
When Annie blinked in confusion, An Ming held her in his arms. Although he was the one being pushed against the wall, he kissed Annie tenderly at this moment.
The saint lady, who was an expert swordsman, dropped the sword in her hand onto the lawn. Her cheeks flushed as she tried to push An Ming away, but in the end she just trembled and closed her eyes.
Annie's fingertips were still on An Ming's chest, but she didn't even have the strength to push him away.
If she really didn't want to, she could just use a little force to push An Ming directly from the wooden house to the Blue Moon and perform a flying acrobatic move.
But Annie just shivered and closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling nervously, and her body unconsciously leaned forward, bringing the distance between them closer.
An Ming's breath brushed her lips, and there was a hint of smile in his voice, "This is my tuition, Aini."
"Private lessons from the Saint are very expensive," Annie said proudly, the blush on her cheeks still not fading, "I have to kiss her every time."
She turned her face away, but she couldn't hide the corners of her mouth that were always upturned.
Annie picked up the sword on the lawn and started to correct some minor mistakes in An Ming's posture behind him. In her opinion, An Ming's training over the years has made his physical fitness easily surpass that of the Holy City Guards.
If a weak body is the shackles that ordinary people are born with, then day after day of sweat and hard work are the power that belongs only to ordinary people and allows them to break these shackles with their own hands.
What An Ming lacks now is only the power that belongs unique to this world.
destiny.
To call for power, or to create your own power.
But even now, when the gods have not yet been born, no more destinies have been opened up, and what is done will be an act of creation that creates rules on its own.
That is a law that the gods have not yet woven, and it is also a lonely road that even the stars have never illuminated.
Annie's palm trembled for a moment without leaving a trace, but was quickly covered by another firm hand.
She raised her head and saw An Ming looking at her with a smile.
There was fatigue, determination, and tenderness in that look, but there was no giving up.
It seemed that even the world itself could not shake his will.
Night 2 clear, wake up to make up ~~