: 1788 Silvay's anger

The storm is like a whirlpool. In the moment of the moment, like the invisible beast's mouth, the earth is destroyed.
Whether it is stones, mud or bricks used to build roads, they have been cut off by the shackles. Together with the impact of the explosion, they have turned into flying sands and filled the audience.
"Well…"
In the sand, in the stone, under a small pharynx, Silvia retired, and the body was flexibly moved on the ground several times and exited a distance.
In front of Silvia, Regulus is in the sand, but it is intact.
The stone hit him like a bullet.
The soil bombarded like a shell.
Even the bricks and the winds have spread to Regulus, so that Regulus seems to be standing at the center of the bullets and rain, bearing the aftermath of his own attack.
However, whether it is a stone, a clay or a brick, it is like hitting a solid metal. In the sound of a "squeaky" sound, it is not hurt, and even the force does not work.
Even the clothes of Regus were not stained with a little dust, and the wind was divided into two sides with his body as the center, so that the clothes of Regulus were not floating.
Sensitively aware of this scene, Silvia was really surprised.
"What power is this?"
The attack issued cannot be defended.
Nothing can be done to offset the aftermath.
What exactly is the body of the power used by Regus?
"Is it an enchantment? Does the other side construct a defensive barrier?"
Jude seems to be very surprised.
However, soon, Jude responded.
"Isn't that what is called "power"?

"power".
In the world of the moon, that is the kind of right that God has.
The God of War is in charge of the right to wage war, plunder, and force.
The of death is in the right to give life to death.
These rights bring not only nominal duties, but also the power to exercise these rights.
The power to perform its own rights and duties is power.
Like the demon Barol, the power to give death, the performance of its power is the magic eye of the dead.
Fang Li has also entered this field and stepped into the realm of God. He has the same power as Barol, but he can't fully grasp it.
In this world, power is the term used by the Great Sinister of the Witch to teach the ability to describe oneself.
A magical power abilities that are derived from the Witchcraft factor.
That is power.
Since Regus is a big sinner of "strong desire", it proves that there is a witch factor in the body.
The unknown power it uses is definitely the so-called power.
Well, the problem is coming.
"What is the power of strong desire?"
Silveya and Jude’s heart had the same idea in the first time.
However, the opponent did not have an idea to explain this.
"Okay, don't be shy."
The smile on Regros' face again came back and said to Silvia.
"Come on, I have to introduce all the other wives to you to know, and our wedding should be carried out. You have to get along well, and take the time to get to know each other and understand each other." But it's very important, are you right?"
This person did not take the attack immediately, as if he did not realize how wrong and wrong he was to make a fatal attack on the favorite person. He also forcibly defined Silveya’s answer as "shy". , shameless to the extreme.
Clearly proclaiming the idea of ​​"selflessness", "equality", "no desire, no desire", but all actions are based on the reality of forcing others, just to get what they want, for this purpose, once When the mood is broken, the violent power will be vented unscrupulously.
Silvia really felt that she had never hated a person in her life.
The teenager in front of me is really hopeless.
Even Silvay, who has always been generous and tolerant, has abandoned the other side to this share, which is enough to see how much Reggios is annoying.
At the moment, Silvia said this.
"Since you have so many wives, are you still not satisfied?"
This is just a casual sentence.
Just for the time.
Strive for the arrival of the party.
However, what Silvia did not think was that the problem that she used to get time to ask casually was in exchange for the fact that she was angry.
"What? Are you jealous? Because I have a lot of wives, I feel dissatisfied? Can you not?"
Regulus browed and said something like righteousness.
"Enjoy the nourishment brought by love is the happiness that human beings should have. I am really easy to satisfy. As long as the beloved woman can accompany me, then I have no regrets. My pursuit is at best so much. Then, what mistakes do I have to keep all my loved ones? Is it because of the amount of greed? Is it because the love of a plural wife is strong? If you really think so, it is too superficial."
"Humans have always been attached to the surface, and they can't see through the essence at all. But when you think about it, you understand that a person's heart is very small, the weight of love is fixed, and there is no more, that is, the love I can give. If it is ten, give one person ten, give ten people or ten. The result is that my love has not changed at all, and it has not increased to twenty, thirty or even one hundred. Then, why does it become greedy and change? Is it strong?"
"Even if you are, once I become my wife, I will only give you equal love. I will not treat anyone with special treatment. It is impossible for me to be new and tired. I love people all the time." It’s 291, even if you add it, it’s 292.

"In other words, the weight of my love is always fixed, and the rest is how to allocate it. Now my love is empty, then I will fill this small one and what is wrong?"
"And it is you, it is you, beautiful singer, you must be responsible for the sin of taking this little love from my hands, let me be satisfied again, you are also obliged to be my wife. , Serve me with my other 53 wives?"
The accusation of Regulus’s righteous words made Silvia utterly speechless.
What is the reason for this?
"Compared to you, the man who has recently spent a lot of money is simply..."
Halfway through the words, Silvay suddenly stopped.
Because she noticed a problem that had to be taken care of.
"53 wives?"
Not 291?
How did it become 53?
I don't know if I saw the doubts of Silvia, and Regulus said the words indifferently.
The sentence that led to Silvia.
"Nothing strange, my love will not disappear because of my wife's death. Even if I kill them, I still love them?"
Such a discourse makes the heart of Silvia's heart freeze.
killed?
This person, killed his wife?
"……why?"
In the face of the question of Silvia, Regulus said something incredible.
"It doesn't matter if it is not living. My love is always the same. Is it not taken for granted when the wife does something wrong and makes me feel unhappy?"
Ah...
Silvay finally understood.
Originally, Silvia was born out of her own kindness and did not want to kill others. Only then did she plan to delay the time and hand over the fighting to the party.
But now, Silvay understands.
This boy is not a human being at all.
"Battle, Silvi..."
The voice of the saint from the body, like the anger of Silvia, made a low embarrassment.
then…
"call!"
When the wind rang, Silvia had disappeared.
The figure was in the shadow, with a force that could penetrate the eyes and rushed to the front of Regulus.
Regulus did not respond at all.
"Hey!"
A powerful and powerful slap, he fell heavily on his abdomen.
"call out!"
The next moment, Regulus's figure rubbed against the air, and in the sharp sound of the break, he flew out.