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The man's voice was very young, as if it had magical powers. As soon as he opened his mouth, Iheuti felt a warm affinity, which made her involuntarily believe that the person in front of her did not mean any harm.
At this time, another person spoke: "We are wizards who have come all the way from other planets, and we are here specifically for you."
His voice sounded much more mature, and although it was not as favorable to Iheuti as the voice of a young man, his elegant accent and funny tone did not offend her.
"Wizard? What are you doing here?" Ihewuti asked.
"Miss Ihewuti, the two of us created a magic mirror through magic. This magic mirror can tell us who is the most beautiful woman in the world."
The young wizard said with some pride: "We ask it, Mirror Mirror, tell me, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?
It answers us: Great wizard, on this planet, the most beautiful woman is Mikami Yua, but outside this planet, the most beautiful woman is Iheuti, known as the Elk Goddess.
So, in order to see the most beautiful woman in the entire universe with our own eyes, we have traveled thousands of miles just to see you. "
Ihewuti blinked, like all girls, she was more concerned about beauty comparisons than anything else.
So she asked: "Who is Yua Mikami? Is she beautiful?"
"Yes, she is beautiful." The mature wizard nodded.
"What does she look like?"
"She has retreated and will never be seen again." The young wizard replied.
"Is that so...he's living in seclusion? That's such a pity." Ihewuti said regretfully.
"Miss Ihewuti." The young wizard suddenly called out.
"Huh?" Ihewuti tilted his head.
The young wizard said solemnly: "This meeting has made our trip worthwhile. Please allow me to offer you the most precious world fruit on our planet for your beauty."
"What is the World Fruit?"
The young wizard opened his black robe slightly, revealing half a pink fruit from his waist.
"This is it."
"Eh?"
Iheuti lowered his head without warning and took a closer look.
"It's chubby and so cute. Is it a peach?"
"Well... kind of, but not really."
The young wizard introduced: "This is a fruit called the Healing Fruit. It can heal all wounds, even spiritual wounds."
"Really?" Ihewuti was a little surprised and curiously reached out and tapped the healing fruit.
She had just been heartbroken by Nyarlathotep, and now she heard that this thing could heal all wounds, and she suddenly became interested.
"how to eat?"
"This is not edible." The young wizard explained: "The pulp of the healing fruit is poisonous. Too strong stimulation will activate its poison, which is fatal to the gods.
Its true essence is in the juice.
Do you see the little hole in the Healing Fruit? "
"I saw it." Yihewuti nodded.
"Suck it," the young wizard commanded.
"Does its juice need to be sucked out?"
"Yes, the healing fruit is spiritual. It can be eaten soft rather than hard. You'd better treat it gently and don't hurt it. The more pleasant you make it, the more healing fruit it will contain. strength."
"What a miraculous fruit."
Without doubting his presence, Yiheudi leaned down and took the fruit in his mouth as the young wizard said.
The mature wizard stood on the side and looked at the young wizard with envy.
But there was nothing he could do. After all, his wife was not the God of Redemption, so he could only watch helplessly.
Iheuti was trying hard to absorb the healing juice, but the young wizard couldn't help but ask: "Miss Iheuti, your horn is so beautiful, can I touch it?"
Such a request is naturally very excessive for the gods.
But for some reason, Iheuti always felt that she had an inexplicable affection for the young wizard. Coupled with her desire to take revenge on Nyarlathotep, she actually didn't feel any resistance.
Moreover, the other party shared this precious fruit with her. Even if it was just a courtesy, she wanted to do something for the other party.
So although Ihewuti's mouth was free and she didn't reply, she still moved her head generously, giving the young wizard a more convenient angle to touch her horns.
So the young wizard took hold of her horn and gradually took control.
Iheuti did not notice anything unusual and accepted everything subtly and indirectly.
Under the control of the young wizard, Iheuti quickly got what he thought of.
"Well..."
Iheuti didn't expect that the small fruit would have so much juice, and he was a little late to react.
"Too much..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, juice overflowed from the corners of her mouth. She had to wipe away the residue from the corners of her mouth with her fingers, and then sucked the precious healing juice from her fingers.
"It means the healing fruit likes you very much."
The young wizard pretended to be amazed: "It's incredible. Even for our king, it is extremely difficult to get it. I didn't expect it to be so obedient in front of you."
"Is...is that so?"
Ihewuti was secretly happy.
"Of course, I won't lie to you." The young wizard chuckled, and then asked: "Have you noticed that you are not as sad as you were just now."
"Huh?" Iheuti felt carefully, as if the heartache caused by Nyarlathotep had indeed eased a lot.
"Really!"
She was very surprised.
Logically speaking, the damage suffered by the god is not so easy to heal, but now, although he is still a little sad, he is indeed not as angry or aggrieved as he was just now.
So, Iheuti requested:
"Can you let me taste some more?"
"No, no." The young wizard waved his hand and put away the healing fruit: "It takes time to produce juice. If you drink it too quickly, it will be damaged."
"Is that so..." Ihewuti felt sorry about this.
"But you haven't been completely healed? This is beyond my expectation. It looks like you were seriously injured."
Hearing this, Ihewuti nodded with deep understanding: "Yes."
She naturally blamed all her faults on Nyarlathotep.
If she hadn't met these two wizards, maybe she wouldn't have thought too much.
But now she knows the precious ability of the healing fruit. Even such a magical fruit, the most precious fruit on the planet, cannot completely cure her. One can only imagine how badly Nyarlathotep hurt her. How deep.
While thinking, Ihewuti asked: "Then how long does it take to prepare?"
"One day." The young wizard answered.
"In other words, do I have to be so sad all day?" Yihewuti sighed.
"Probably so." The young wizard nodded, and then pulled the mature wizard over: "But if you don't mind, maybe my friends can help you."
"You also have a healing effect?" Ihewuti looked at the latter.
"No, the healing fruit is very precious. We only have one."
The mature wizard shook his head, but when Iheuti was disappointed, he changed the subject:
“But I’m good at physical therapy.”
"Physical therapy?" Ihewuti blinked: "What is it?"
"If the healing fruit is a sacred object for internal consumption, then the technique I master is the ultimate in external sensation."
The mature wizard explained:
"Through massage, stretching, and some more intimate treatments, you can eliminate your fatigue and pain from the outside, thereby achieving the purpose of pleasure."
"Private...private handling." Ihewuti vaguely guessed something and swallowed his saliva: "How private is it?"
"Well...I'm worried that saying it might offend you."
The mature wizard said frankly: "But what I can guarantee is that I am absolutely professional. There is no other person on our planet who is as professional as me.
During the physical therapy, I can keep my mind absolutely calm. You don't have to worry about any bad effects this will have on you, because we never mix any personal emotions in our work. "
"Is this so..."
Ihewuti hesitated.
She has already guessed that the scale of this kind of physical therapy is probably quite large. From a rational point of view, she should refuse it and just wait for the new healing juice tomorrow.
But from the bottom of her heart, she was a little eager to try.
There are many factors causing this.
For example, Nyarlathotep's indifference, the grievance in her heart, the desire to do something to make Nyarlathotep angry and jealous, the excitement brought by the young wizard, the frankness and sincerity of the mature wizard, and the inexplicable throbbing brought to her by the healing fruit...
In short, after just a moment of hesitation, Iheuti made up his mind.
"I want to try!"
"Really?" The mature wizard made the final confirmation.
"Yes, I'm going to try!"
Iheuti replied firmly.
"Thank you for trusting us." The mature wizard seemed to be understood and said with emotion: "Many times we are misunderstood. It turns out that only a beautiful and kind-hearted person like you can be so touching."
"I'm not as good as you say..." Ihewuti waved his hands embarrassedly.
Little did she know that she had fallen into a well-designed trap from the beginning.
First, the pain point is grasped, and one is tempted to eat the poisoned apple like Snow White, and then is influenced by the charming effect contained in it, and finally loses oneself in the sugar-coated bullet called care of compliments and warmth.