Capítulo 1591: Chapter 508: Aztemo: I Am Gradually Understanding Everything_4 “Why stop now? You could have turned me into your complete slave in one step!!” As she finished speaking, her silver teeth were clenched, and she spoke fiercely. “Corrupting you was not my original intention, but you were sleeping so soundly that the opportunity was too good to miss…” Wayne appeared in a body of Aztemo, slowly approached her: “To show my apology, I can promise you some unreasonable requests. Since you still have your self-awareness and won’t blindly worship me, speak quickly!” Hehe, you’re quite something! Aztemo sneered coldly, unwilling to accept the terms of humiliation. She closed her eyes and sensed the authority of the Divine Nation, decisively setting her own thoughts ablaze. If you can’t win, self-destruct directly! The Hades failed to self-destruct, the Pale Sea writhed slightly, flowing with a mass of black liquid, neutralizing the impact. The only remaining thoughts of Aztemo successfully self-destructed. She would rather die than be enslaved. Unfortunately, these thoughts were limited; they were corrupted by the Magic Eye the second before exploding and were pieced back together afterward. Can’t even die; she’s back again. The high-altitude Magic Eye closed, and the boundless Pale Sea returned to the crevice of Hades through the spatial rift, leaving the twelve layers clean and fresh, with not a trace of paleness left. At least on the surface, it’s very clean. Wayne stood before Aztemo, spreading his arms to embrace her. After the last bit of thought merged in, he returned Aztemo’s body. The Pale Knight emerged from behind Aztemo, foaming white, donning a human guise. Wayne smoothed his slicked-back hair, turned, and bowed, pressing one hand to his heart and gently clasping Aztemo’s soft hand, kissing the back of her fingers lightly. “My Goddess, it is a great honor to meet you. Your visage is like the brightest star in the night sky, piercing through the darkness, guiding me on my path.” “Do not mention darkness in front of me, the word I hate most now is darkness!” Aztemo said with a dark expression. Wayne nodded respectfully, “Goddess, can I stand up now?” The first divinely affiliated, the method of acquisition not so honorable, face must be shown, must be coaxed. Aztemo examined herself, discovering vast permissions and freedom. Damn, the shameless, indecent master did not force her will, and her expression slightly improved. Just a little, no more. “My Goddess, can I stand up now?” “No, kneel for me now!” Wayne didn’t kneel, rolled his eyes, and straightened his waist. Aztemo, furious, glared and said, “I just heard it, you said you’d give me face and coax me.” “Yeah, I’m done coaxing.” Wayne turned to look outside the hall, Rone and other onlookers remained in a soul-frozen state. He glanced around and, under Aztemo’s angry gaze, walked to the Divine Throne and sat down. Wayne looked immensely pleased, then discontentedly said, “What’s up with this, why does your Divine Throne hurt my butt the same as Yeloin’s, can your butt take it?” Aztemo was momentarily stunned: “You’ve… been to Heaven?” “Mm, I hold some status over there, basically whatever I say, the angels listen to.” Wayne nodded, packed some memories, and forcibly pushed them into Aztemo’s mind. To say much more is too cumbersome, Aztemo should see for herself. Aztemo watched all the memories in silence, took two steps back, and dryly said, “Earlier, you mentioned that to show your apology, you could promise me some unreasonable requests. Is that still valid now?” In the sparse fragments, Aztemo saw a split Hexuno, and through the available scenes, deduced the paid storyline. It’s dire, this damned, shameless, indecent master is not at all a Void lifeform, but a desire-enhanced human male. “Hey, I heard everything.” Wayne retorted with a smug tone, “It’s valid; lay out all your requests. My character is decent enough that any request you mention, except the impossible ones, is acceptable.” Aztemo sighed, whispering the words at the tip of her tongue, then shook her head: “No need, these are all pointless struggles. Just agree to let me retain the dignity of the Goddess of Death.” “Really, not going to reconsider?” “Alright then, come sit by my side.” Wayne patted his thigh. “Uh, maybe I’ll reconsider.” Aztemo turned her head sideways, disregarding Wayne’s summons, and gritted her teeth: “My first request is to make that Bichi Idinis just like me!” Ah, the plot just got interesting. Expecting.JPG ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novelꞁire.net Thirteen thousand five hundred words, asking for a monthly ticket!