Restarting Life After Forcibly Marrying the Demon Queen

336 Father of Creation

Luo Ning’s eyes silently locked on the figure of the girl.

The long, cherry-colored hair was the color he settled on after pondering for a long time for several nights.

The light red clothes, the white short skirt that is good for you… The girl’s height, weight, bust, and all the body proportions were written by Luo Ning after a little bit of reference to the proportions of the human body.

Her joys and sorrows, what she hates or what she loves, all her personalities and hobbies, all come from Luoning’s description of every word.

At this time, Luo Ning felt extremely familiar, but at the same time extremely unfamiliar.

Time seemed to move slowly, and the ends of my hair fluttered in the wind.

Luo Jing looked at her quietly.

The height of the white feather dragon has gradually become parallel with the girl, and he stared at the girl intently.

They looked at each other that way.

Milia’s gaze shifted from looking down at the lower half of the area to the current level, and Luo Ning’s figure was always reflected in her pale pink pupils.

After a long time, Luo Ning spoke softly.

“Master.”

Luo Ning looked at her solemn expression, but a faint smile appeared on her face.

Milia’s eyes twitched, she took a half step back and lifted the curved long knife.

Luo Ning was holding down the song of Leviathan, who wanted to go crazy. That guy was definitely a militant among the artifacts. He was bouncing like a fish out of the water in Luo Ning’s arms.

Luo Ning lowered his gaze and put his gaze on the weapon in Miria’s hand.

“Sword of Nalt,” he saw the shape of the knife.

“The original shape is an Arabian machete… In fact, this kind of sword is suitable for sitting on a horse and slashing. At that time, I also thought it looked good, so I drew it according to the pictures on the Internet.”

Luo Ning smiled helplessly.

There was a cold red light in Milia’s eyes, but if you looked closely, you could see that little bit of light flickering.

Luo Ning raised his hand little by little, and the black and red light spots floating around Milia’s body would float as he raised his hand.

The red dot is an aggregate of magic power. For Luo Ning, who is immune to these things, while he cannot touch the light spot, the light spot will not hurt him.

But what he wanted to touch was not the spot of light. He raised his hand high, wanting to touch Milia’s soft cheek.

Miria’s eyes were completely flustered.

She took a half step back, avoiding Luo Ning’s touch.

Luo Ning’s raised hand is not very easy to reach. He is not standing in the air like Milia with powerful magic power. He is completely relying on the white feather dragon under him who is trying to close his eyes and flap his wings to keep flying.

Therefore, the flexibility in the air is far less than that of Miria.

Luo Ning sighed helplessly.

Milia’s attitude towards him has indeed changed a lot, but the only good thing is that Milia has not been manipulated.

Whether it is from her physical flexibility or from her flustered eyes, it can be seen that she is thinking about herself now.

“God of Creation…”

After a moment of contemplation and struggle, she seemed to have made up her mind again.

Her voice was very soft, as if she was about to be blown away by the wind when she said it.

But that didn’t hide the hatred she felt for every syllable when she read it word for word.

Miria gritted her teeth, and she lifted the curved blade again.

The dark red tip of the knife slashed down with a string of afterimages, and she used the sharpest side to aim at Luo Ning’s body.

She didn’t cut it down very fast, and Luo Ning had enough time to dodge.

But he didn’t hide, just sat quietly on the back of White Feather Dragon, looking at Milia calmly.

Milia is angry, in pain… But there is something hidden in this extreme emotion.

At the same time as it was cut, the owner of the machete seemed to suddenly change the part to be cut.

The head that was originally aimed at was changed to the direction of the arm.

Cut with a machete.

But there was no splattered blood.

At the moment when the sword of Naart touched Luo Ning, Miria even closed her eyes for the coming blood spurt.

However, there is no warm blood… There is cold air flowing in the sky, blowing on the face.

“…”

Milia’s eyes stagnated for a while, and then she took another half step back as if sensing the danger.

“I’m immune to magic, and I’m immune to artifacts, Miria.”

Seeing Milia’s vigilant appearance, Luo Ning still smiled easily, but he was a little distressed.

“If you want to kill me, just use an ordinary sword, the divine weapon can’t kill me.”

“But I still want to know… what’s your reason for doing this, Miria.”

“Don’t call me by my name, God of Creation.”

Milia’s eyes were cold, her tone was not gentle, and some fluctuated as if she was not breathing well.

“Okay, Master.”

“Don’t call that either.”

“Why? Then what should I call you?”

Luo Ning pretended to be thinking, but focused his attention firmly on Milia’s expression and observed her every move.

“‘Protagonist’.” Her response was resolute.

Luo Ning was stunned for a moment, and then returned to a shallow smile.

“Do you know anything, Miria?”

Luo Ning undid the soaked scarf around his face little by little, revealing his entire face.

This allowed his gentle smile to be fully displayed in Miria’s eyes.

Milia looked at his unreserved face, bit her lip, but was speechless for a while.

She retracted the sword of Naart into the scabbard, and the red spots that shone around her slowly disappeared because the supply of magic power was lost.

“Next time, I will prepare a big sword and take your life again…”

There was finally a clear smile on Milia’s face. The originally bright and sunny smiling face was filled with resentment, and it was an indescribable expression.

Such a smile is worse than crying.

The brows were lightly furrowed together, and the corners of his mouth were forced to rise as if two lines were hung on them.

She smiled coldly and finished the sentence softly.

“Father of Creation.”

The teleportation door opened behind Miria.

Milia just glanced at the human soldiers who were attacked by the demons at the soles of their feet, and had no intention of saving them at all.

She stepped into the red teleportation array and disappeared in mid-air.

Luo Ning is already trying to control the white feather dragon to move forward. If he can touch the teleportation magic circle and touch Miria, Luo Ning can stop her from leaving.

But… the white feather dragon at Luo Ning’s feet was too frightened to open his eyes.

Luo Ning looked at the place where Milia disappeared, feeling inexplicable.

She looked like she hated herself.

Since she didn’t even want to tell Luo Ning the reason for her hatred, she could only hate it to the core.

Luo Ning couldn’t find a reason, and he didn’t need to look for any reason.

The reason for everything is very simple… It is because of Luo Ning that Milia is so selfish.

Lorning created Milia, and at the same time created her tragic fate.

His books are not fairy tales, all growth comes with death.

The corners of Luo Ning’s raised mouth froze for too long. After a long time, it was slowly pressed down.