I Will Eventually Embark On The Road Of No Return Called A Hero

A blood-red hand stretched out from the dragon's chest with a small cracking sound, and white jade's bracers radiated orange rays of light under the rays of light of the sun light, the blood immediately turned into a blood mist.

"Come on!" The iconic wristlet made Medea jump up excitedly, pulling Medusa directly and rushing over.

This time Medusa did not hold back.

Cyd's upper body crawled out after a crisp sound like cutting a watermelon, just like his left hand, the blood on his body evaporated directly when the sun hit, and his blood-colored hair Also changed back to pure white.

Cyd looked towards Medea, who was running towards him excitedly and reached out his hand.

"Stop."

The cold, emotionless voice made Medea stop with a stiff expression.

"Now I..."

Cyd pointed to his naked upper body.

"Nothing to wear!"

PS is strong, invincible, and the strongest ('◇'')!

Chapter 48 [Mischief] The Failed Cutie

This is a helpless thing.

That is the dragon breath that can melt the top of the mountain. What he is wearing is either divine armor or simple tattered clothes. What shouldn't be revealed, haven't you seen a rough man walking on the road with his shirtless?

Why did you run up to me and shout Smelly Rogue before running away! ! !

Cyd, whose half of his body was completely soaked in the blood that was about to cool off, looked at the sky resentfully.

Although it can't break his defense, it's very uncomfortable.

Two Virgin Goddess, one with a slightly red complexion, stared at the pool without a glance, the other with a red complexion and stretched out his hands to block his eyes, but the large gap between them revealed a pair of eyes. Eyes, God of War Ares surveyed Cyd's body with interest.

"Ah..." Cyd only felt a chill that directly retracted the dragon's body, revealing only one head.

"Tsk," Ares looked pity.

"Here, Golden Fleece," Medusa held the Golden Fleece up to Cyd's face.

“Now I want a dress more,” Cyd smiled wryly and rubbed the Golden Fleece in Medusa's hands with his face.

Furry and smells like the sun.

"The Little Princess probably helped you to get it," Medusa blushed, but she quickly recovered and sat beside Cyd's head, dangling her hands gently. leg.

"I hope it can be quick, this dragon is almost cold," Cyd stretched out his left hand, and the blood-like crystals on white jade's wristband were exuding faint rays of light.

"Nine blessings left!"

"You've really grown up and become amazing," Medusa reached out and rubbed Cyd's head, obviously before He can easily cover his head, that is the care of the elders for the younger generation, but now it is more like a little girl's coquetry.

"Medusa you haven't grown much," Cyd grinned.

"I like the body that is similar to the elder sisters." The words that would normally irritate women were very pleasant to Medusa's ears, because she didn't like people who could have huge bodies in the past. Own.

“It's a bit of a femininity--but Medusa shouldn't need that--because you've always been attractive,” Cyd laughed.

Medusa blushed and pulled the black robe on her head, "Even if you say that, I won't be happy."

"Eh~~"

"Hello!!!"

At this time, Little Princess, who was looking for Cyd's fig leaf, finally arrived.

"What do you think?" She was clearly panting, but Medea still shook off the clothes she "prepared" for Cyd as if showing off.

"It's normal," Cyd blinked and reached for the clothes.

"Come on, my hero," Medea helplessly held her forehead.

Cyd took the clothes and sniffed in front of his nose, then looked towards Medea with a playful face.

"Why...why are you looking at me like that?" Medea shook her head uncomfortably.

"Yeah~ I'm just wondering if the princess who is good at making magic potion will secretly throw some mischief on this dress like magic potion," Cyd tilted his head.

"cough, this..." Medea humbly kicked the stone with her toes.

"You really did magic potion!" Cyd corner of mouth twitching, to be honest, he didn't see any problems, and there was no strange taste, he was really just... just kidding.

"What! I just want to see... how is your alertness!" Medea stretched out her tender white hand towards Cyd, "Give it back to me if you don't wear it!"

“No, I can’t go back shirtless, please turn around and I’ll wear it now,” Cyd raised the corners of his mouth.

Medea's eyes shined and turned around excitedly.

"And you," Cyd looked towards a Medusa I'm Air.

“I saw you all when you were a kid,” Medusa said earnestly.

"Now I'm grown up." Cyd's face was black.

"So now I want to check how old you are."

"In the past!!!"

Medusa reluctantly stood at Medea beside.

"Ah~ what a headache," Cyd scratched his hair and stood up from the dragon's body.

"wu wu!!!" Just as Artemis opened her eyes a hand covered hers and started to drag her back, "wait a moment! Just a little!"

"You are also a little Virgin Goddess self-conscious," Athena, who was flushed with dissatisfaction, looked towards Ares, who didn't intend to leave at all, "You too!"

" I never swore to be a Virgin Goddess, so don't get in my way if you don't dare to see it yourself," Ares waved his hand impatiently.

No... dare! ?

Of course Athena would never actually run to see Cyd's body for such a low-level provocation, she is Goddess of Wisdom! How can you do something unwise!

"I just wanted to make sure Cyd wasn't hurt," Athena stood next to Ares with a slightly red face.

“By chance, so did I,” Ares laughed.

"I, I..." Artemis, who was blindfolded, kept waving his hands.