My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 1603: 538. If you ask, I will respond_3

“Your concerns are indeed valid, which proves your wisdom. Solving this issue is actually quite simple.”

Veylanther let out an authoritative, alluring laugh. She stepped forward and pulled away the already scarce fabric on her shoulder, revealing her delicate collarbone, and said:

“Then let the supreme bond of bloodlines prove my burning loyalty, Sir Murphy. Come, consume my blood and make me your progeny. I will lose my sense of self and become your obedient servant to toy with as you please.

Such a fate would be terrifying for any sane individual, but luckily, my God has bestowed grace upon me. She permits me, at this moment, to temporarily deviate from the destiny she has woven, and this is exactly the kind of opportunity I most desire right now.

Come on.

Don’t spare me; devour it greedily.

I am a Shadow Elf, you know. We relish pain and find pleasure in it.

As for servitude…

I suppose the skills I’ve learned during my 313 years living in Mejewa City have all been preparation to better fulfill the duty of serving you.”

At this juncture, the Weaver of Destiny, who had just been feigning seriousness, finally revealed the demeanor befitting a Shadow Elf. She stared at Murphy’s extraordinarily handsome face, licking her lips as a faint heat seemed to rise in her body.