Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1742: Chapter 1737: Bitter Fruit (31)

Is this the legendary warmth that touches both the front and back of the heart?

As a Pure Cultivation Saint, Hilary’s weight is really quite low, so carrying two of them feels like nothing.

Moreover, although their bodies haven’t transformed, both Xi I and Xi II have adjusted themselves in extreme postures, pressing their flesh as tightly as possible, even distributing weight in a way that somewhat conforms to ergonomics.

Through such efforts, the embrace, which was once declared impossible to replicate in such a short time, was instantly achieved in parallel.

The effect indeed lived up to its name.

Fu Qian could clearly feel that the moment the embrace was completed, the intoxicating fragrance almost sublimated directly to the spirit level.

In this ecstasy, Shattering Void is nothing more.

Even the previously transcendent cries were completely suppressed at that moment, nearly silent.

Hoo—

It seemed that even the embracer himself couldn’t resist.

During the entangled process, the veils had fallen off, and in a rotational symmetric posture, Hilary’s two heads perched on each shoulder seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

Four eyes tightly shut, only hot breaths emitted.

Of course, even so, Fu Qian still remembered their identities clearly—

Right shoulder was Xi I, left shoulder was Xi II.

This seemed to be Dorian’s maximum utilization of the two Hilary mannequins.

Before clearing them out, Fu Qian was clearly trapped in a perpetually sustained double embrace.

Even for him, in such a situation, considerable effort was needed to constantly resist the urge to let everything go with the wind, to remember the act of resistance.

...

Finally, a bit of interest, Brother Dorian did not disappoint.

Fu Qian was quite satisfied with the outcome of this mutual pursuit between doctor and patient.

The purpose of this journey was always clear: to find any means that could truly affect Akons, regardless of the side effects.

Therefore, Fu Qian had no intention of escaping this state of front and back embrace, even if thoughts seemed to tread on the edge of a cliff.

Moreover, the three-headed appearance might be frightening in the darkness.

”Ah—”

Suddenly, a scream came from behind.

Of course, it wasn’t Hilary III; this voice was familiar yet belonged to another lady.

”Hello.”

Fu Qian turned around and greeted the bride-attired Sara.

She, who was supposed to wait quietly in the chapel above, had actually come down directly.

So proactive, indeed Dorian was not satisfied with the temporarily achieved success and kept striving.

Comforting.

”Hehe... Hello outsiders.”

Not only did she actively run down, Sara’s mental state compared to the initial meeting was far more intense.

After the initial shock, she effortlessly accepted Fu Qian’s appearance, even laughing aloud during her appraisal.

”Did you hear a special sound?”

”What sound?”

Fu Qian’s face showed no anomaly, nor did the faces on his shoulders.

”Crying, a child’s crying, right below here.”

Sara’s tone was firm as she looked around.

...

Was she attracted by this?

As Godson’s mother, having a special affinity and sensitivity towards this is quite reasonable.

Though at this moment, even Fu Qian found it difficult to perceive the crying.

Facing Sara, who declared her intent, Fu Qian silently commented.

No matter what, the current situation was clear — the most radical mannequin, Sara, blocked herself more aggressively down here.

Considering the longer the embrace lasted, the smaller hope for escape became.

Without clearing out the two Hilarys, using any means to stall oneself in the church was clearly a reasonable choice.

”I heard a bit too, is it your child?”

Indeed, anyone can act aggressively, and Fu Qian showed no intent of retreat or negotiation, directly expressing agreement.

He did not intend to give Doctor Dorian any chance to slacken.

”...It is my child, have you seen it?”

Indeed, the power of sincerity was strong, and even quick-to-act Sara couldn’t help but pause slightly for a moment.

But only for a moment, soon she adjusted, staring at Fu Qian with a question.

”As a mother, you can’t be this careless.”

Fu Qian shook his head, seriously criticizing such negligence.

”But don’t be too sad; see if this is your child?”

As he spoke, Fu Qian turned his right shoulder’s face toward Sara.

...

”No, she’s Hilary.”

Seemingly puzzled by the question, Sara looked for a few seconds before shaking her head.

”How about this one? Is it your child that fell down here?”

Fu Qian turned, directing his left shoulder at Sara.

”...Also not, this is still Hilary.”

After a moment’s pause, Sara continued to shake her head.

”A truly honest mother, but unfortunately, I can’t give you these two right now.”

Highly praising her honesty, Fu Qian seemed to remember something the next instant.

”Where is the child’s father? With such a big event yet not seen?”

The child’s father...

For Sara before him, clearly, this was the first time being asked this question.

And as a lady still in a wedding dress, this question was unquestionably sharp.

”Why must there be...”

Her eventual response matched closely to the previous encounter, again reflecting the puppet’s essence.

””Even if told, you wouldn’t understand; a simple title can never truly represent Him!”

The second response was somewhat special.

Why did it seem to plagiarize Hilary’s lines?

Facing Sara, who was becoming more agitated, Fu Qian naturally recalled the experience of discussing with Hilary in the church.

A simple title or language as a medium itself is always a misrepresentation of higher existence.

Though technically, this isn’t necessarily wrong.

But Hilary, driven mad by belief as a Saint, developing such extreme notions is one thing, surprisingly, Sara has such feelings too?

These indigenous people of Akons seem to have profound insights.

With further realization, Fu Qian naturally pondered the underlying reasons for this anomaly.

”Ah—”

At the same time, Sara’s scream that didn’t quite sound human came rolling in.

And her hand had already pressed onto her abdomen once again.

This time, entirely different from her previous caution, she fiercely grabbed it right after her scream fell, tearing it open.

”Even offspring cannot—”