Chapter 626: 207. Natsuki Kuri + Tamamo-no-Mae, double the happiness..._6
The magma surged upward, engulfing this space. The ruins where the palace once stood were quickly swallowed by the magma, with only a few high grounds left as fragmented footholds, like tiny islands scattered across the sea.
In the midst of the battle, the golden vertical pupils of Senior Yuzao locked fiercely onto Fujiwara Reya. The golden flow within her pupils resembled flowing golden magma, with a blood-red line in the pupil’s center.
At this moment, her beauty transcended worldly charms.
It was mysterious, majestic, the gaze of a sovereign... comparable to ancient paintings, subtly revealing the weight of millennia. Yet suddenly, Fujiwara Reya noticed that in those golden eyes, a black dot appeared on each side.
Initially very small, merely as tiny as a pinhole.
As Senior Yuzao concentrated all her energy on the duel, the pinholes slowly expanded, becoming the size of sesame seeds.
It was Kuri... Fujiwara Reya exerted all his strength, starting to deftly maneuver in the space.
He was already adept at speed and defense, and once determined to delay time, even a true god would have trouble dealing with him in the short term. Dodging left and right, Senior Yuzao, infuriated, heaved her chest and cursed coldly, "Coward, shameful, where is your Royal Family dignity..."
"Pah!"
"Old hag!"
Fujiwara Reya gave her the finger,
"I’ll kill you..." Senior Yuzao’s face twisted in anger, her enchanting narrow eyes filled with murderous intent. In her extreme rage, she ignored the condition within her body, unconsciously slowing down.
Suddenly, Fujiwara Reya sheathed his sword.
Senior Yuzao’s kill-intent-filled fist came crashing towards his nose.
"It’s over." He suddenly said.
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Senior Yuzao didn’t know why he said this.
But suddenly, a strong sense of danger surged in her heart, making her somewhat uneasy.
This feeling was familiar, as if a millennium ago, she was suppressed onto the Killing Stone like this. Moments later, she found the source of the danger, her expression drastically changing, she shouted: "Damn, despicable human..."
Fujiwara Reya stood in front of her, watching her eyes intently.
Those originally golden eyes were now mostly corroded by black, with an ongoing trend of expansion... The expression conveyed in them alternated between icy cold indifference and vibrant life... Inside this perfect body, two souls were fiercely competing for ownership.
Faced with this situation, Fujiwara Reya was helpless, able only to watch with open eyes.
The struggle lasted for nearly five or six minutes, and the incredibly alluring and seductive beauty plunged headfirst towards the magma.
Fujiwara Reya flew down, catching her in his arms.
She slowly looked at his face, her pitch-black eyes seeming to ignite with starlight.
"It’s so good..." Natsuki Kuri bit her somewhat lip, opened her mouth, and forced out a gentle smile.
Fujiwara Reya finally relaxed inside; he pressed his fingers lightly to her nose, his throat a bit choked up: "Hiding so much mischief from me, you’ll have a hard time when we get back..."
"Get down." Natsuki Kuri said.
Fujiwara Reya landed on a slightly flat stone block with her in his arms, not large, the surrounding magma still rising continuously.
"Look at me now?" Natsuki Kuri jumped out from his embrace, tidied her disheveled hair from the fight with her hands, and stood barefoot on the stone.
Her red dress clung tightly to her skin, showcasing her figure to the utmost beauty, her exquisite curves outlined strikingly alluring.
Fujiwara Reya looked at her face of Senior Yuzao and the fiery red hair, sighed helplessly: "I don’t mean to scold you, but if you’re going to do something so dangerous, can you let me know in advance? If you died this time, how would I explain it to mom and dad..."
Natsuki Kuri turned, pressing her finger lightly to his lips.
Her charming and radiant face full of smiles, she eyed Fujiwara Reya, the corners of her mouth lightly lifting: "Kuri doesn’t need your lecturing on what to do."
"It’s in the act!" Fujiwara Reya retorted, "No blood relation!"
Natsuki Kuri slapped his head sideways.
Seeing his fuming look, she chuckled, embraced him with both arms: "Alright, time is running out, don’t waste it..."
"What?" Fujiwara Reya didn’t quite catch on.
"The demonic power in me, part of it is from tens of thousands of pieces of human qi and blood, these universal energies can be transferred to you." Natsuki Kuri bit her red lips, speaking crisply and teasingly, "To celebrate the moment you become a hero, I’ve given you Senior Yuzao, isn’t that nice of me?"
Fujiwara Reya thought of the fox clan’s method of transfer, feeling a bit parched.
"Stay put for me." Natsuki Kuri pushed him onto the stone, her finger pulling at his belt.
"No, isn’t this the wrong place..." Fujiwara Reya was somewhat dumbstruck.
This was the crater after all, surrounded by nothing but thick smoke and magma, where was the ambiance for that!
Natsuki Kuri couldn’t care about so much.
After her red dress fell, she stepped over with delicate white jade feet, her slender, graceful jade legs, breathtaking waist-hip curves... Her face was charmingly seductive, alluring to the extreme.
Kuri was already very intimate with him, and now using Senior Yuzao’s body as well...
Fujiwara Reya felt twice the joy.
The magma rose higher, under the scorching heat, his clothes were also burned to ashes.
Natsuki Kuri leaned in, holding him tightly with both arms.
Her lips gently touched Fujiwara Reya’s lips, her high, elegant nose rubbing against his cheek, much like a coy and enchanting little vixen.
"Really here?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
"Hurry up!"