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"What are you doing, old man..." Because Lin Xue was sitting on the ground, her perspective led her directly into the "vibrant" gaze of Lin Wei, who had just woken up that morning. A blush instantly spread across the young girl's cheeks, forcing her to cover her eyes to hide the unpleasant sight before her.

"What's wrong?" Lin Wei was clearly unaware of the problem in certain areas, since he hadn't experienced it in a long time.

"It's nothing..." Lin Xue sighed helplessly until her older brother left the room.

"Mom, what's the date today?" Lin Wei walked to the water dispenser in her slippers, filled a glass with water, and then turned to look towards the dining room.

PS1: I won a prize at the company's annual party! 0v0!

Chapter 196 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter 57 Su Beiming's Perverse Pleasures! ? (Seeking Votes)

"Pfft!" He spat out the bottled water he had just drunk. He stared blankly at the elegant, beautiful, long-haired, fox-eared girl sitting in the dining room. He knew her adorable appearance all too well—it was him…

"Lin Wei, look, even Miss Gisela came to see you, and you're only just getting up now." Lin Wei's mother lectured him as she carried a freshly steamed egg custard out of the kitchen, only to see her "son" in such a disheveled state.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin's mother skillfully placed the steamed egg custard in front of Gisela and then walked towards Lin Wei.

"Mom! I really miss you!" Lin Wei put the water glass on the coffee table and hugged his mother as she walked over, but what he got in return was two slaps from her.

"Mom, why did you hit me!" Lin Wei complained, somewhat dissatisfied.

"If I don't hit you, who will I hit! A young lady came to our house as a guest, and you came out in your pajamas and even vomited water everywhere." Lin's mother stood with her hands on her hips, looking at her son. As she spoke, she was about to slap him again, but Lin Wei stopped her.

“My mom is me. What kind of girl is she? I know every part of her body, even her… (censored).” Lin Wei’s words were astonishing, plunging the atmosphere into endless awkwardness.

Gisela remained calm and continued eating breakfast, while Lin Wei, unsurprisingly, was given a double beating by his mother and sister who had rushed over. He cried out in pain, but despite being beaten, Lin Wei was actually quite happy, as the pain proved that he was home.

Just then, the doorbell rang again. Lin Wei had finally escaped a disaster. When he saw the person outside the door, he was speechless.

"Rita, Chloris, Goben, Bismarck, Hana, Shahrador..." People he had met once before, or those with whom he had "intimate relationships," all came to his house. The appearance of these acquaintances made him gradually realize the strangeness of the scene before him. If their appearance was reasonable, then his (Gisela's) appearance was very abnormal.

Following this line of thought, Lin Wei pounced on himself (Gisella) like a wild beast out of control. He skillfully jumped onto the table and then pinned the blonde, fox-eared girl to the ground.

"Was this one of your schemes?" Lin Wei asked, his voice tinged with anger.

Looking at the pretty face so close to her, Lin Wei hesitated for a moment. Although she had long been used to this appearance, she still felt a bit of pity and affection for the girl in front of her after the perspective changed.

"Who am I? You can't even figure out such a simple question?" Gisela looked at Lin Wei, who was on top of her, expressionless, with a hint of amusement in her tone.

"I'm fulfilling your long-cherished wish. Haven't you always wanted to turn back?"

Lin Wei was momentarily at a loss for words when Gisela spoke, after all, she had indeed considered such a thing...

“I want it, but I know it’s a dream! I’d rather accept a crueler reality than this beautiful dream, because at least it’s real. My memories are my most precious treasure, and you shouldn’t joke about them.” With that, Lin Wei slammed his fist heavily on the ground. The entire space trembled with his action, and a crack spread outwards from where he struck, eventually shattering the entire space.

The scene where Lin Wei confronted "Gisela" instantly transformed into Gisela riding on the back of a silver-haired, fox-eared mature woman.

“Su Beiming, I don’t like having my secrets pried into like this, and you don’t want me to know about your past either, do you?” Gisela observed the stunningly beautiful silver-haired, fox-eared woman before her with a hint of helplessness. At that moment, her own reflection was clearly visible in the woman’s purple eyes.

"..." Su Beiming stared at Gisela in silence for a moment, then she slightly pursed her lips and turned her head to the side, as if she were trying to escape.

How could the fox's reaction possibly escape the keen observation of Gisela?

So she pressed Su Beiming's body forward slightly, almost touching his cheek, and looked him in the eye again as she spoke:

"Are you hiding something from me?" Gisela's expression was serious. She didn't like Su Beiming like this because it made her feel a sense of shared irritation. After all, they could no longer be seen as two completely independent individuals.

"I'm asking you, are you hiding something from me?!" Gisela was furious at Su Beiming's silence, and the thought of him joking about her precious memories made Lin Wei raise her voice in dissatisfaction. If she hadn't restrained herself, she would have used some...

After all, Gisela didn't dislike Su Beiming, nor could she bring herself to dislike her. Unfortunately, this woman harbored secrets and was unwilling to share everything with her, which made it impossible for Gisela to fully trust her...

"Alright! While you were unconscious, I thought about this carefully. If I anger you and you actually kill me, if my consciousness disappears, then you can live again for yourself, without having to bear my share. In this way, your power and soul will be in their most complete state, instead of being stuck in this limbo..."

“Why would I kill you? Aren’t we going to accomplish a lot together? And I don’t have the idea that I have to become perfect. I like how I feel right now.” Before Gisela could finish speaking, she noticed a drop of water fall on Su Beiming’s fair face. She tried to wipe it away, but found that more water droplets were falling.

"Is it raining?" Gisela looked up at the sky, where there was no sense of space. She knew that this was not reality, but her own consciousness.

The drizzling rain slowly descended from the sky, dripping onto Gisela's face. Feeling the coolness of the rain and the dampness of her clothes, it all felt so real that she couldn't help but wonder if she had already woken up.

"Lin! The schemes of despicable people are everywhere. You and I are both mortals, and we are powerless to slaughter them all. The betrayal I suffered in the past is so similar to the underhanded schemes you are suffering today." Su Beiming gently stroked Gisela's cheeks with his cool, white hands, and then his lips parted slightly.

Gisela stared blankly at the woman before her. She understood that Su Beiming was genuinely worried about her. Even though they seemed to be inseparable, and helping her was helping herself, in Gisela's heart, the other woman was a senior who had taken great care of her...

“If reality is so illusory and terrible that it’s beyond redemption, why not stay in a dream forever to find peace of mind and comfort? It would be a liberation for you too.” Su Beiming spoke gently, like a senior who genuinely cares about others.

Gisela left Su Beiming, then slowly stood up, took a deep breath, and looked into the distance.

PS1: Are the students on holiday yet?

Chapter 197 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter 58 Reconciliation and Unity (Seeking Votes)

"To be lost in dreams is to never grow, and I will never be a coward who succumbs to reality! I am not, and neither should you!" Gisela turned to look at Su Beiming, her eyes filled with no hesitation or confusion. Though the memories of the past were beautiful and nostalgic, Gisela did not regret being born as the young princess in this life, nor did she regret using her own efforts to change the fate of a dynasty, an empire.

"Is this your answer...?" At this moment, the girl in Su Beiming's eyes overlapped with the woman from hundreds of years ago. Before the Jingnan Campaign began, she had also answered herself in the same way—drowning in illusions will never lead to strength, only by fighting bravely can one survive in this world.

Tears streamed down Su Beiming's exquisite face, mingling with the rain. The loneliness he felt curled up on the red earth, the gloom that had lingered for a century, vanished in that instant. Why must he be immersed in the illusion of resurrecting her? Perhaps facing the future and helping this version of himself who was strikingly similar to her was the right choice.

As for the promise made to help her revive Yongle, it no longer seemed so important at this moment...

"I need your power. I want those who attacked us to pay the price!" Gisela lightly tapped the tip of her sword on the ground. If the two had only a simple cooperative relationship before, then after hearing Su Beiming's words, Gisela truly regarded Su Beiming as her family.

"As you wish, your wish is my wish. Even if it means killing a god, I will certainly help you." Su Beiming knelt before Gisela, speaking to her like a subject. Gisela felt only reassurance at Su Beiming's words.

Just then, the heavy rain suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the bare ground was instantly covered with countless flowers. At this moment, the last bit of misunderstanding between the two "sisters" was completely removed.

"Leave the rest of the battle to me." Su Beiming stood up, looking at the obedient girl before him, his tone filled with gentleness and doting affection, like that of a senior. Perhaps a fox's love for its family surpasses that of a human a thousandfold?

Back to reality —

As Gisela plummeted, she opened her eyes again. Her crimson eyes silently testified to her changed personality. Unlike Gisela, who lacked a deep understanding and control over magical energy, Su Beiming's powerful strength and rich combat experience allowed her to absorb a significant amount of magical energy from the outside world the moment she took control of Gisela's body, barely stabilizing her flight. The shield was also rapidly reforged as her magical energy recovered.

Misera looked at Gisela with some surprise at the subtle changes in her aura. The aura was completely different from before, and it was much more dangerous than she had sensed before.

While Misella was still cautiously observing Gisela, Gisela instantly used high-speed movement to appear in front of Misella and placed the Sword of Saint Stephen against her neck.

"Little girl! Was that little trick you played just now your despicable scheme?" Su Beiming smiled but spoke in an icy tone. She deliberately pressed the sharp sword close to the Italian princess's delicate neck, and a drop of blood easily slid down from her cut neck.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Sao and Ao armies fighting on the ground tacitly stopped their battle and looked up at the two princes in the sky. Because the battle was so dramatic, the soldiers on both sides kept their attention focused on the two of them.

“It wasn’t me…” Mi/Q*n doubted wsanT house rose Liuer Sera’s tone was somewhat apprehensive and helpless.

"Hmph! If it's not you, then who could it be? Or those elusive Frenchmen?" Compared to the Italians, Su Beiming clearly disliked the French even more. After all, both Britain and France had fought against her, invaded her land, and slaughtered her people.

Su Beiming was just making unfounded guesses when, coincidentally, two flying magical armors behind her, to the west, caught her attention.

"So that's how it is, this is your backup plan!" Su Beiming severed Misera's flight device with a sword, then kicked Misera heavily towards the Austrian army camp. Having lost the ability to fly and with her magic energy almost exhausted, Misera could only helplessly fall towards the enemy camp.

As the Italian princess grew smaller and smaller in his line of sight, Su Beiming raised his head and looked straight ahead at his new adversary who was approaching him.

"Jeanne! Wait for me!" Richelieu, piloting his magic armor, followed closely behind Jeanne de Darc. Because her injuries had not yet healed, it was somewhat suspicious that Napoleon III had sent her out at this time.

"You're so weak." Jeanne put on a French look of disdain, her golden eyes showing a hint of displeasure. Although her expression was very dissatisfied, she still decided to stop and wait for Shirley to catch up with her.

"I really don't know what Charles was thinking, bringing you here with me when I could have easily supported Princess Savoy on my own," Jeanne complained listlessly.

French vanguard leader McMahon had already reached the west bank of the Cissia River. He could have easily crossed the river to support the Sardinian army at Aubila, but Napoleon III forcibly ordered McMahon to halt his advance and await the main force's arrival. This baffling maneuver perfectly showcased Napoleon III's despicable political tactics. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that His Majesty intended to let Sardinia and Austria-Hungary fight to the death, so he could reap the benefits.

Of course, this act, which was almost a betrayal of allies, led to a barrage of criticism from the French opposition against Napoleon III. Furthermore, some with ulterior motives spread rumors in other countries that Napoleon III wanted to annex the Kingdom of Sardinia and even dominate the entire northern Italy.

Of course, under pressure from domestic and foreign public opinion, Napoleon III finally decided to send his two most capable magic users to support the Kingdom of Sardinia. These two magic users were Richelieu and Darc.

In Napoleon III's view, three fully armed magic users were more than enough to deal with the Habsburg girl, even if one of them was injured, two against one would be more than enough.

With such a huge advantage, how could we possibly lose?

"Jeanne, what kind of people do you think our opponents are?" Shirley looked at Jeanne with some anxiety. Although she had never met Gisela Louise Marie, she had heard about the Battle of Misonde that severely injured Alexandra.

PS1: Ra!

Chapter 198 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter 59 Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road (Seeking Votes)

“He’s just a dying man. How about we skewer that female fox and roast her?” Jeanne narrowed her golden eyes at the mention of roasting, her expression full of amusement and mockery. She licked her lips and naturally glanced at the flag spear in her hand.

This weapon is said to be a magical relic left by her ancestor Joan of Arc, and it contains extremely powerful energy. Although it is not as famous as Lady Richelieu's Sword of Roland, it is definitely not an ordinary item.

“Jeanne is a real princess. Even if she is an opponent, she should not be looked down upon and slandered like this!” Shirley frowned. As a person who adhered to the chivalrous spirit and was even a bit old-fashioned, she wanted to give Jeanne a further lecture out of her sense of justice. Unfortunately, the two of them were piloting magic armor and were on the battlefield, so they did not have time to do such a thing.

While the two were talking, Jeanne keenly noticed the flying object approaching her. She frowned slightly, gripped the flagpole in her right hand, and took the initiative to stand in front of Richelieu, seemingly to protect him.

She raised her battle flag high, then waved it in the air before blocking Gisela's slash.

After noticing his opponent's reaction, Su Beiming released his right hand and gripped the hilt of the sword again with his left hand. Using the hilt as a fulcrum, he spun the sword once, then lifted Jeanne's battle flag and thrust it towards her heart.

Jeanne was startled at first, then drew her sword from her waist, blocking Gisela's thrust while simultaneously smashing her battle flag at Gisela (yes, smashing it).

Realizing the danger, Su Beiming quickly flew downwards, creating distance and successfully dodging Jeanne's counterattack. The two then faced off again.

Su Beiming looked at the French woman in front of him, and the two of them almost both showed a playful expression, as if they had met the best prey.

Interestingly, neither of them knows what the other is thinking...

For Jeanne, the pursuit is to confront formidable opponents head-on, to use a fierce offensive to break down their fighting spirit, and to achieve a resounding victory.

As far as Su Beiming was concerned, she had already heard her noisy other self, who was actually exclaiming strange words about something called Black Jeanne.

She didn't care about any of that; what she cared about was fate. Sometimes things are just like that, because Su Beiming recognized this little girl as one of the French magic users he had fought in Guangzhou back then. She was clearly a naive young man sent out by his senior to test him, yet she thought she could really stand up to him.

"Ha! What a small world..." Su Beiming would not show mercy to his enemy because of the words of his other self.

Suddenly, she narrowed her eyes, looking at the French woman before her with a chilling gaze. In her eyes, the woman was merely a defeated opponent, an insignificant nobody. But Su Beiming was not going to let his guard down in order to deal with her. After all, he was no longer as powerful as he used to be, but he was determined to at least gain the upper hand in terms of presence.

"Sizzle!" If you look closely, you'll easily see that the blue sparks flashing around Su Beiming are the best proof of this.

Foxfire is an external manifestation of the highly condensed demonic energy of Su Beiming. This is not strange in itself, but because its burning blue flames are similar to natural gas, and open-pit burning gas mines have been found in various parts of the Ming Dynasty, although it is unknown what they are used for, the fact that these mines burn with the same color flames has led many superstitious people of the Ming Dynasty to regard the princess as giving them enlightenment.

I don't know when it started, but the tradition of having a mine and a temple became a tradition in the Ming Dynasty. In that era, Su Beiming was equivalent to a living earth god, but in our eyes now, Su Beiming is more like a folk god of "natural gas".

"Do we know each other?" Jeanne replied to Su Beiming with a cold smile, her arrogant expression carrying a hint of cynicism. To be honest, the two of them were surprisingly more powerful than one in some ways.

I don't care about anyone or anything except the things I care about.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re not familiar with it? I’ll make your body remember these things. You French people always like to do despicable things by playing both sides.” Su Beiming’s tone was unfriendly. She raised her left hand, lifting her slender index finger. Blue sparks instantly condensed into a ball of white light. Then, she lightly tapped the hilt of the sword with her index finger, and the Saint Stephen’s sword, which had been radiating a metallic luster, suddenly emitted a bright white light.

"Although I don't know what he's rambling on about, since we're going to fight, I'll definitely go all out." Jeanne's brows furrowed, and her previous nonchalant attitude vanished without a trace because of the formidable enemy before her.

"Shirley, stay away from me, this girl is not simple!"

Richelieu complied with Jeanne's request and flew to a slightly farther location. In terms of strength, she was not absolutely certain of defeating Jeanne without the help of the Sword of Roland. Just how strong must the opponent be to make the Duchess of Orléans so nervous?

"Ha! No wonder those fox ears on your head feel so familiar. I never thought that after more than twenty years, I would meet you again!" Jeanne bit her lip, gripped the spear in her hand, and red lotuses burned around her.

"Remember my name! I am Jeanne de Darc, Duke of Orléans of the French Empire, a descendant of Joan of Arc. I am not the little girl you speak of! You damned vixen!" Twenty years of humiliation, her nemesis encountered in her first battle, all her anger and hatred transformed into Jeanne's power at this moment, causing her to unleash a tremendous surge of magical energy. At this moment, Jeanne was as bright as a lighthouse in the rainy night.

"Oh? Is that so?" Su Beiming responded to Jeanne with the same tone he used when looking at the weak. Provoking her opponent to the point of losing her temper, then defeating her through rational thought—Easterners value using softness to overcome hardness; this is both a martial arts technique and a wisdom for dealing with people.

“Calm down, Jeanne! Don’t be misled by her words!” Richelieu reminded Jeanne, but she was blinded by anger and could no longer hear any advice.

Jeanne lunged straight at Su Beiming, so fast that even y/Z*e-已迩医III污琦韭鸸黎塞留 couldn't see her clearly.

As for such speed, Su Beiming didn't need to track it with the naked eye at all, since nearly five hundred years of combat skills had long since turned it into a bodily instinct.

Su Beiming dodged the thrust, then, staying close to the opposite direction of the flag spear that Jeanne was thrusting at him, easily avoided it...

PS1: I don't like real snakes, but the snakes in the Chinese zodiac mascots are all so cute 0v0

Chapter 199 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter60 One Against Two (Seeking Votes)

Jeanne stared in astonishment at the woman's extraordinary reaction speed. With a cold snort, she skillfully used her flight device to apply force in the opposite direction and successfully completed an emergency stop. Then, she swung her flag spear clockwise with one hand, aiming at Su Beiming's back, who had not yet flown out of her attack range.

Su Beiming did not turn around. Instead, he raised the Saint Stephen's sword close to his back. As the sword struck Jeanne's swung spear, he used the point of impact as a fulcrum and spun around with the sword. His elegant posture was like a dance, pleasing to the eye.

"Hmph, you underestimated me!!" Upon seeing Su Beiming rise up, Jeanne released the magical energy that had been gathered on her spear. The towering flames erupted and exploded, instantly engulfing Su Beiming completely.

The Crimson Saintess, true to her name, inherited the title of Saintess, unleashing a divine punishment upon her enemies with a boundless crimson lotus, devouring them all. For Shirley, this was the first time she had witnessed Jeanne use this technique, and the shock she felt was beyond words.

Jeanne launched the fireball first. This move, which attacks both herself and the enemy at close range, is a ruthless technique that can kill a thousand enemies but also harm eight hundred of her own. She would never use it unless absolutely necessary.

Of course, compared to her opponent, Jeanne's magic armor was specially designed to withstand high temperatures, in order to reduce the impact of this move on her.

"Hahaha! No one can survive in such high temperatures." Jeanne laughed heartily as she wiped the sweat from her brow and gasped for breath. Her fair, snow-white face seemed to have regained its usual composure, but a careful observer would probably notice that her complexion was paler than usual, and her golden eyes had lost some of their sparkle.

But Jeanne's joy didn't last long. A white light mixed with azure flames quickly flew out of the fireball and rushed straight towards Jeanne. Because of the huge consumption of magic energy from releasing the Crimson Lotus, Jeanne's magic energy perception had become somewhat sluggish. She was unable to use her armor to evade, and could only watch helplessly as Su Beiming rushed towards her.

"Still not enough?" Jeanne closed her eyes. She still couldn't defeat that monster from the East. Though somewhat unwilling, she knew that those who kill must be prepared to be killed. Dying for France wasn't so bad, it was just that she couldn't let go of the past…

After an unknown amount of time, the expected "gut-splitting" pain did not come. With a puzzled look, Jeanne slowly opened her eyes and saw Richelieu standing in front of her, his hands trembling as he gripped Roland's sword and struggled to block Su Beiming's attack.

"Tsk!" Su Beiming clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, her purple eyes filled with displeasure. It was impossible for the attack to have gone unharmed; she was currently using Gisela's body. Gisela, not yet an adult, couldn't compare to her past self, who was over five hundred years old, in terms of both magical energy reserves and physical strength.

With her own power limited, she couldn't stay with Gisela for long, because Gisela was the one in control. But she didn't want to tell Gisela this, which would make her lose face and was unnecessary.

Returning to the present, Su Beiming glanced at the armies engaged in battle at his feet. The right flank of the Sardinian Kingdom had already collapsed, but the central and left flanks remained stable. Completely annihilating the enemy was unrealistic, but if it was merely the initial breakout, then the battle would already be a success. Rather than wasting time fighting the enemy here, constantly worrying about when French reinforcements would return, it was more prudent to retreat. With this in mind, Su Beiming focused his attention on Richelieu before him.

While Jeanne was adjusting her condition, Su Beiming once again swung his sword at Richelieu, who could only raise Roland's sword to continue to parry with difficulty.

"What's your name?" Su Beiming's lips parted slightly, still maintaining a composed demeanor, while she increased the pressure in her hand.

“Charlie, my name is Charlie Jean Duplessie de Richelieu.” Charlie’s tone was firm, her expression serious, and her weakness was clearly visible.