Chapter 205 Partner, Do You Want to Be My Partner?

"Partner, your legs are awesome." Ximu lay on the bed, buried his face in the pillow, and let the mare, who had turned into a human form, step on his back with her proud straight and slender legs.

In fact, he didn't have any problems with his waist and back. At the demon level, any problems could be quickly recovered.

But having no problems doesn't mean that he can't enjoy it. Since the mare has long white legs, it would be a waste not to enjoy it. Anyway, there is nothing to do today, unless he wants to go out to trigger the side story.

But that would be too troublesome, so it's better to get along with the mare and chat.

"These are the fastest legs in the world." The mare hummed proudly, stepping harder on Akhtar's back, fully touching Akhtar's broad and strong shoulders. Although she also knew that Akhtar was not tired and didn't need her help to step on his back, who asked Akhtar to buy her a golden apple.

This is an extremely precious fruit even in Gaotian, and it is a precious item that ordinary people can't afford to eat in their lifetime.

"No, they are the most beautiful legs in the world." Ximu retorted, and then felt the jade foot stepping on her back stiffen slightly, and the movement began to become unnatural.

The little mare's vision began to wander. She felt that Akhtar's words suddenly became a little ambiguous, which also made her realize that she and Akhtar were a little ambiguous. A man and a woman were alone in a room, the windows were covered by curtains, and their bodies were still in close contact.

The atmosphere suddenly became hot and ambiguous.

"If we talk about leg shape, Misty's is not bad." She raised her hand and gently gathered the milky white long hair beside her ears, subconsciously trying to change the topic.

Otherwise, in such an ambiguous environment, the situation is really... a little dangerous. This is not to hate Akhtar, but to be very self-aware. If she dares to have a relationship with Akhtar, her competitors will be the strongest Valkyrie Misty, a princess of a country, Yaslaqi, and may also be the witch who controls fate.

No matter how you think about it, it is a tragic end.

Moreover, the world is about to be burned to ashes. If Akhtar accidentally gets her pregnant, she will have to hold her immature child and burn to ashes together. That would be too tragic.

So she doesn't want to be pregnant by Akhtar yet.

"My partner's legs carry me around the world, this is different." Ximu smiled, feeling the jade feet on his back suddenly become much gentler.

The little mare pursed her lips and said sadly: "I can't keep up with you anymore, and I can't fight with you."

After Akhtar became a demon, she found that her speed could not provide any help to Akhtar, and at best she could only be a bystander.

If she wanted to help Akhtar fight, she could only reach the level of a witch, but there were very few people in this world who could reach the level of a witch.

And it was obviously impossible for her to reach the realm of a witch.

"Does my partner want to be my partner?" Ximu asked with a chuckle, and immediately felt the jade feet on his back stop.

The little mare widened her beautiful eyes.

"What's wrong, partner?" Ximu seemed to be unaware and asked the mare who was stepping on his back, "Do you feel embarrassed?"

"...Choose me as your partner?" The mare felt her heart beating very fast, and her straight legs were a little weak.

She never expected that Akhtar would invite her to be his partner. This was really... a little unreal, and it felt almost like a dream.

In this world, it is not only gods who have the system of partners. If you can become a demon, you can also find a partner to travel with. However, the partner is limited to one person. Whether you find a partner or become a partner, you are not allowed to support others to become partners.

So if Akhtar wants to maximize his benefits, it is naturally most appropriate to choose to become the partner of the Witch of Death or the Goddess of Life.

Otherwise, you have to choose someone who is valuable enough to be your partner, such as a powerful Valkyrie like Mist.

And no matter how you think about it, she is not that valuable.

"My partner is the person who has been with me the longest, right?" Ximu said, "Whether it's the master or Leticia, my partner has never been with me for as long as I have. The person who knows me best in this world must be my partner."

Is that so?

The little mare felt a little dizzy. She was indeed the person who had been with Akhtar the longest, but she didn't know him the best.

She always felt a little confused about Akhtar. Perhaps only Hecate, the witch of fate, could see through Akhtar completely.

She was very self-aware. After realizing that Akhtar's teacher was the witch of fate, she knew that she had been played around by Akhtar, but Akhtar's skills were so good that she never felt uncomfortable, so she never thought of resisting.

Now, even if she felt uncomfortable, she had no way to leave Akhtar.

"The prerequisite for becoming a partner is to catch up with you." She whispered, stepping on Akhtar's back, "I may not be able to catch up with you."

Theoretically, she has witnessed Akhtar's growth and most of his words and deeds. She is the person who knows Akhtar best in the world and the most suitable person to be Akhtar's partner.

But she knows very well in her heart that she has no way to catch up with Akhtar.

I never really understood Akhtar.

"Partner, do you mean you don't understand me?" Ximu's voice suddenly lost, which made the little mare stunned for a moment, and then she felt guilty.

As someone who accompanies Akhtar, it is indeed a bit... hurtful to say that she doesn't understand him.

But she really doesn't understand Akhtar.

"You have a better choice." The little mare whispered, not very confident about herself. She immediately noticed that Akhtar turned over, which caught her off guard and made her sit down, with her butt directly on Akhtar's lower abdomen.

"Partner, do you want to be my partner?" Ximu asked bluntly, with a very strong look, as if penetrating the little mare's evasive heart.

There was a silence.

"If I can do it." The little mare turned her head away, and her slender legs were unnaturally clamped together. Through the close contact of the skin, she could feel the softening heat emanating from Akhtar's body.

"But you are a bit difficult to understand. Even if we can't be partners, you can't blame me. There are also Mist and Hecate. If they want to cause trouble for me, then you have to help me stop them and don't let them... beat me."

"They have all become my partners." Ximu stretched out his hand, brushing the little mare's hair from her forehead, revealing her pretty red face, "Mister should not be able to beat you, and Teacher Hecate should not be able to defeat you. Pay attention to little things like this.”

"If an apprentice finds a horse as a companion, he may not be able to feel at ease." The little mare retorted in a low voice.

Ximu smiled: "Then I will protect your safety, is that okay?"

"Yes." The little mare agreed. She had no way of refusing Akhtar's invitation.

Of course, she also knows that being a partner does not mean being a couple, but being a partner usually means that both parties are on the same path, and they are like-minded and understanding people. It is very easy to transform into... lovers, or a relationship between husband and wife.

Even if it cannot be achieved in a short period of time, in a thousand years... ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, both sides are on the same road, and sooner or later there will be a chance to spark.

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Hell.

The hell system should have been closed, but now it is open, and the gods can enter at will with a little application.

After all, it is meaningless to close it.

"It's really miserable, God of Hell." The God of War put his hands in his pockets and landed on a squirming meat mountain, then turned his head to ask the God of Dreams beside him, "Is there no way to save the God of Hell?"

"If the Goddess of Life and the Goddess of Death join forces, the state of the God of Hell can be reversed." The God of Dreams yawned and explained to the God of Hell, "But the Goddess of Life and the Goddess of Death can't spare their hands, they have to guard against the Witch of Creation and the Witch of Death."

"Then we can only wait until the war is over." The God of War sighed regretfully, feeling sorry that the God of Hell could not enjoy the unprecedented war that was about to happen.

In response, the God of Dreams rolled his eyes, as if he had guessed what the God of War was thinking, but he was not interested in exposing it.

"The person you are looking for is not allowed to leave hell for too long. There is only a one hundred year limit, which is considered a special permission."

"Actually, one year is enough." The God of War grinned and looked at the thin boy walking in the distance. He was wearing a horned helmet and holding a stone axe. His breath gave people a dangerous and crazy feeling.

Five hundred years ago, the war maniac, because his country was controlled by finance, caused bread to be as expensive as fifty gold coins, which set off a war that affected the whole world, and countless people died because of this war.

And this seemingly thin boy also gradually became a demon in the eyes of people from a hero in the eyes of people.

But this doesn't matter to the God of War.

This boy is the one who has gone the farthest on the road of war, and he is also a real genius. If it weren't for the restrictions from the soul, he would definitely become a real demon with the same powerful power as the gods.

"Ha~ Why did you come to me?" The boy wearing a horned helmet came to the God of War with an unhappy expression on his face, "Did you encounter a difficult enemy and have to rely on my power?"

"Yes, I need your ability." The God of War frankly admitted that his ability could increase his strength to an unprecedented level, but he was weak in power confrontation, so he needed to gain the power to confront Akhtar's power.

And this also means that he needs to find a partner, someone who can walk on the same path with him, so that he can solve the defects in power.

"Is he a very strong guy?" The boy wearing a horned helmet asked. He had been following the footsteps of the God of War, and later found that the God of War was a guy who could not penetrate the concept of war, and was not as far along as he was on the road of war.

If he could become a demon, he would definitely spread the war to the high heavens. Not only would the present world be involved in the war, but the gods in the high heavens would also not be able to escape.

And the God of War is simply a... coward who only dares to encourage believers to fight and watch from the sidelines.

This is his evaluation of the God of War.

"Very strong, abnormally strong." The God of War admitted very frankly, "That guy can use his own abilities to bring three dangerous powers to the extreme: the power from the Witch of Death, the power from the Goddess of Life, and the power from the Flame of Ashes. An ordinary god would probably be destroyed in one move."

After he saw Akhtar use his ability to create three corresponding game rules, he immediately realized that Akhtar was very difficult to deal with.

With that ability, Akhtar can use the three abilities to exert the power of a partner, and those three abilities are the most dangerous powers in the world.

So he needs to be prepared to deal with Akhtar's power.

"Then I refuse." The boy wearing a horned helmet suddenly showed an extremely malicious smile and approached the God of War. "If I can hear the news of your death, I will be very happy."

"If that man dies, a war will break out in Gaotian?" The God of War leaned close to the boy's ear, "That man's identity is not simple. As long as he dies, the fuse of the world war will be ignited."

"Ignite the fuse of the world war?" The boy wearing a horned helmet was stunned and asked subconsciously, "Is that guy a beauty?"

"He is quite handsome and especially popular with women." The God of War touched his chin, thought for a while and said, "If that guy is replaced by a woman, it is probably really a very incredible guy. Who knows if he will be considered to have risen by selling his body."

"Okay, I promise you." The boy wearing a horned helmet smiled heartily and agreed to help the God of War.

"You extremists are really dangerous." The Dream God shook his head and disappeared on the spot as a shadow.

He had already guessed that Akhtar was in danger in Gaotian, which would completely set off a world war when the God of War came to ask for him.

And he chose... to help. Who let those damn witches hurt the goddess of death? They must pay the price.

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Three days later.

God, dead.

This news spread throughout Gaotian like a storm, and then the news about the murderer was leaked.

It was Akhtar who was invited to Gaotian.

The deceased was the goddess of pleasure. She invited Akhtar to her home to make love, but was stabbed to death by Akhtar with a sword. Afterwards, the body was burned to ashes by the flame of death.

Fortunately, before her death, the goddess of pleasure passed on this news, letting the gods of war, fighting, thunder and other gods know that the murderer was Akhtar, who took advantage of the absence of people to cruelly kill the goddess of pleasure.

"You used a clone?" Bleifer asked Akhtar, who was drinking tea leisurely, expressionlessly, "Did you have a tryst with the Goddess of Pleasure in private and then kill her?"

Ximu asked calmly, "Do you think I like the Goddess of Pleasure?"

Of course not.

Bleifer raised her hand to cover her forehead and sighed tiredly. She had been staring at Akhtar. She was sure that Akhtar had never left, and she also knew that Akhtar could not like a dissolute guy like the Goddess of Pleasure.

"So this is a trap set against you?"

"It's good that the God of War can use his brain." Ximu smiled, "I look forward to their subsequent performances."

Bleifer: "..."

People are accusing you of murder, don't look happy, okay? A little anger will make her feel at ease.