《My Classmate is QiLin》A Falling Goddess
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The momentum of the fall had a huge impact, throwing up a cloud of dust around us that threatened to knock Michael and I off balance, but it also separated Michael and me.
When I was freed from Michael, I quickly took Dianthe by my side and tried to escape to a place where there were too many people for Michael to catch up with us.
This time I was determined to escape with Dianthe. I was willing to disregard the consequences of escaping together with her; that is because I don't want to leave the poor girl behind. She's a kind and lovely girl that was bullied enough. Even in her distress, she issued a warning to me, not to help her.
As I dragged Dianthe forward with my shoulders, the dust in the air was slowly settling, and the view that was blocked by the dust was returning to normal. I couldn't help looking back, hoping Michael wouldn't catch up with me.
At the time I looked back, 'a person' appeared in my field of vision. At this moment, my line of sight was like a magnet, I couldn't move away.
There was a silver-eyed woman; she lay in a mysterious frost throne made of crystal, the warmth of the sun at noon on the upper body of the woman, the sun in her hair reflected a dazzling halo, the length extending to her back. The silver silk-like hair had no impurities. It was as if the impurities in the air around her were purified because of her halo.
The silvery woman who sat there appeared from the outside as a beautiful Asian woman with smooth delicate yellow skin, more white or fair side. She is dressed in a style of ancient Chinese court dress, with an elegant golden dragon, nine lifelike dragons as guardians around her body, which showed off the pure and nobleness in her body.
But these were not the most attractive to me. Her beautiful face took my breath away; words cannot describe the beauty of her face. It's like all the dimensions of fashion models combined couldn't compare to the beauty of her face. It was enough to let the world of narcissistic beauty feel inferiority. It was enough to make all the aroused men fall into a coma.
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She had double eyelids like a slumberous foreign princess, long, long eyelashes make her becomes particularly lovely. I cannot help wanting to come forward to kiss her. I resembled the prince in a fairytale to wake up sleeping beauty. I'd want to wake her up with one deep kiss from a years-long slumber and then accompany at her side and live together with her...
I do not know why, maybe because of the first glance, I was intoxicated in her beauty, she was asleep but coughed up. Black smoke came out of her mouth. The opportunity to kiss her was interrupted. It was just a prince delusion. It let me return to reason so I could think.
Suddenly, the silver-haired woman opened her long eyelash eyes, looked at her own ice throne, frowned, and began to complain: "Fuck! It crashed right in the middle of the flight. What bad luck!"
"My god, I almost fell to my death!"
"Why is this damn thing broken again? This old bastard Kukulkan must be fooling me!"
"Five minutes to charge, two hours to fly! How dare this idiot rattlesnake tease me? I believed him! I want to divest, I want this bastard old man bankrupt!"
"Alas, I am not easy to earn the yuan ah ah ah ah... "
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I was speechless; the words of the silver-haired woman broke my head like a hammer. Her way of speaking just destroyed the beautiful impression I had of her. She fully spent more than a dozen swear words to vent her bad mood, and she didn't even repeat the same swear word. This made me have some doubts about the swear words in the world. Why so much?
"Well, next time I'll buy Made in China... "
Probably because of the spewing of a lot of words, her angry mood finally became a lot better. She stopped her complaining, quickly dusted off her dust off her dirty clothes. Her clothes were restored to a solemn demeanor as if no one heard her just now. Everyone will think she is a goddess of pure descent.
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"Oh! There are people here! Sorry, for my mood just now; I'm still quite excited, but don't see strange!"
She noticed my presence, and her eyes flashed with surprise. Then she greeted me with a gentle voice. Apologetically, she looked at me with her non-human golden eyes and let me see her golden eyes.
Her golden eyes were like a pair of polished amber gems, fashioned into the shape of the eye. The iris around the mysterious pattern emitted a dim red halo. The pupil because of the stimulation of the sun, contracted into a thin line, full of divinity and understanding.
Similarly, I was also looking at her carefully. When my eyes met hers, I felt that my soul was seen through. Although it was only a moment, I almost could not survive.
Maybe this woman could help Dianthe!
When I was thinking this way, she saw Dianthe on my shoulder, her eyes became murderous at once, but after seeing me she was kind again. Before I could explain the current situation, she came to speak.
"Needless to say, I already know who you are! I read your soul everything!"
"Are you telepathic?"
I looked at the silver-haired woman with some exasperation, and the silver-haired woman smiled and said, "Although I want to protect your privacy very much, this is my passive ability, don't worry! I am the guardian of Dianthe, one of the strongest creatures in Oriental mythology, the God of Water Na-Jia!"
"Na-Jia? Are you, are you the Empress of Oriental mythical creatures like Dianthe?"
"Yes, as for the rest, I will explain to you later! Now, this metal collar on Dianthe's neck has a wide range of bombs and curses! We have to take it off so she can get back to normal."
"The bomb! The curse! How can you... "
"Rest assured, by the priest light, I've dismantled, even a Russian nuclear bomb!"
Na-Jia smiled at me before I could finish speaking. She stared at the metal collar on Dianthe's neck, which broke off. Then she quickly grabbed it in her hand and threw it to the sky at a high speed.
In the next second, five kilometers above the city's position, there was a huge explosion. The explosion's range was enough to destroy whole city blocks. In the air, it formed what looked like a second sun, and the whole process was done in less than a second. I suspect Na-Jia was a gimmicky exquisite magician, rather than a leader or queen of a world.
"All right, that's it!"
Na-Jia smiled at me. Even when she saw the explosion, she was not nervous at all.
"Wait! Does bomb disposal actually rely on hand speed? Not a bomb disposal tool? Do you mythological creatures have such a neat way of removing bombs? Not with what spell to remove... "
"What you say seems too troublesome!"
"Then... Can you put Dianthe back into human form?"
"Oh, to question my power! For me, the goddess of water, one snapping of the fingers is the answer!"
Na-Jia rolled her eyes at me. She couldn't help yawning and snapped her fingers at Dianthe, who had been lying in Na-Jia's arms in the form of a monster. A burst of white smoke came out of her body again. As the white smoke twisted and rearranged her body into the form of a human being, her dirty clothes were restored to the state of new clothes.
"Hey hey, can you snap your fingers at me? I just got soiled by garbage because of Blair... "
I hope she would give me a hand. To tell the truth, I can't stand the smell of my whole body because of the garbage. Since I can have a goddess with the power to help get cleaned up and make my clothes like new, how can she refuse?
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