Cheep!

Cheep!

Just like a quick peck, Wang Xiaole puckered his lips and kissed the cheeks of the two girls next to him slowly and firmly one after the other.

This kiss was Wang Xiaole's "token of affection" used for exchange.

Regardless of whether these two kisses, which left warmth on their faces, held equivalent value to seals and imperial seals;

At the very least, Wang Xiaole had given the most sincere thing he could offer at that moment.

He was not just going through the motions with these kisses, but pouring his heart into them.

If one were to say:

Wang Xiaole did not want to miss out on any girl around him deemed "important" to him and intended to establish his own harem.

Then:

Lucia and Isabella undoubtedly became the first two girls to join this ambiguous harem.

From the moment they were kissed, the status of these two girls underwent a fundamental change compared to the past.

However, at the same time, this was merely Wang Xiaole's personal perspective.

As it stands, the two girls before him were definitely not going to coexist peacefully!

Likewise:

Wang Xiaole's act of kissing the two girls was clearly going to create further waves in this bustling gathering.

Wang Xiaole faced the impending major event and the unpredictable fate with equanimity.

Later on, he just stood tall in place, raising his head boldly like a courageous hero.

He―had truly committed himself!

However, Wang Xiaole's ability to detach himself from his personal fate did not mean that "she" shared the same sentiment.

"She" was not Color.

Color had left the venue with Curyl and would not return to this place in the short term.

"She" was even less likely to be Mewo White.

Mewo White was still hiding in Wang Xiaole's residence within the palace;

Unless big brother said something, this little girl would not easily venture out.

The conclusion was clear; the true identity of "her" could only be...

Swish!

An arrow made of light elements condensed into shape was shot out from an invisible longbow, soaring into the sky the moment it left the bowstring.

Before long, the light arrow, no longer ascending, lost its momentum and began to fall downward.

Thud!

As it hit the ground, the arrow burst into a noise, an unexpected sound for something made of illusions, like the crack of a bean splitting open.

Simultaneously, blinding light spread out;

The radiance made everyone in the venue, including the Demon Lord, subconsciously release their hands and reflexively shield their eyes.

Though Wang Xiaole was strong, his eyes were not made of titanium alloy;

Closing his eyelids to shield himself from the intense light was a perfectly normal reaction.

"Hold on to me!"

Just as Wang Xiaole raised his left hand and placed it in front of his eyes, Freya's voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

In this situation of losing sight, Wang Xiaole exhibited a human instinct to trust a reliable individual and chose to follow their instructions.

He extended his right hand unknowingly, and in the next moment, he felt a pulling force from outside;

Soon after, Wang Xiaole, caught off guard, was forcibly dragged by Freya, who had come onto the stage.

As the bright light faded both inside and outside the venue, Isabella and Lucia turned their gaze back around;

At that moment, they inevitably discovered:

Wang Xiaole, who was right by their side, had disappeared without a trace!

The incompetent goddess Freya had accomplished, in full view of everyone, the act of taking away the groom and bride role of Wang Xiaole from the two wedding objects;

This action, compared to the conventional grand gestures, was equally impressive!

"Running here is far enough."

After bringing Wang Xiaole to a safe place, Freya also bent down, placing her hands on a pair of knees, and took a few deep breaths.

When it came to neglecting exercise and poor physical fitness, Freya was also unfortunately "hit."

Led to a new place, Wang Xiaole turned to look around and found that this place was a rare and secluded spot.

Thinking about the quiet surroundings and recalling Freya's actions earlier, it was not hard to deduce:

"Freya, were you planning to save me this time?"

"Ahem, what else? Just watch you being indifferent?"

Freya shot out arrows of light and brought Wang Xiaole to this safe zone undoubtedly to "save" him;

Otherwise, leaving him on the stage to fend for himself, Freya would always feel a tinge of remorse.

The original intention of the "rescue" action was out of goodwill, and Wang Xiaole accepted this kindness, but still intended to remind the other party.

After a while, Wang Xiaole averted his gaze, and Freya, who was staring at him, returned the look without flinching.

Under the shade of the trees on the roadside, two gazes carrying different emotions intertwined and entwined at that moment.

"Freya, you need to understand: you don't owe me anything; there's no need to push yourself so hard for me."

He asked this because Wang Xiaole felt:

Freya's assistance was to repay him for his care and shelter during these days;

It was because of a certain sense of burden that he chose to wade into troubled waters.

Before asking, Wang Xiaole had thought a lot;

But after being asked, Freya seemed stunned for a moment.

Considering her very limited reaction speed, interpreting "a moment" as "a long time" didn't seem to pose any problem.

After a long pause, Freya answered almost petulantly:

"You're wrong. It should be Xiaole who owes me, and owes a lot."

If we must compare who owes whom, then it must be Wang Xiaole who owes Freya more.

However, despite some complaints towards each other, Freya occasionally showed a magnanimous attitude.

For instance, at this moment, she didn't say much, only displaying a silly smile as she walked towards them.

Freya walked straight past Wang Xiaole, circled around him, and then pressed her body against his back, leaning on him for a moment to take a rest.

Wang Xiaole's regard for the space behind him was similar to his instinct of not allowing strangers to touch his head - both were equally strong.

Not to mention the direct act of leaning back-to-back, just the fact that someone was behind him was enough to make Wang Xiaole cautious.

But if the person doing so was Freya, then the situation naturally called for a different response;

And the reason for this was not just because Wang Xiaole found the other harmless and not threatening.

It was now a night when the stars were shining brightly.

In a place where it was almost impossible for anyone else to pass by, two shadows leaned back-to-back, appearing like intimate comrades.

"Sigh!"

Wang Xiaole let out a soft sigh, and Freya guessed the reason for his action:

"Is little Xiaole worried about how to make your two wives get along with each other?"

"Get along? I should be grateful as long as Xiya and Tuer don't target each other."

"Well, their relationship is indeed complicated. If it was during my peak in power, I could have done something."

"Peak period? What's different from back then and now?"

"Of course, there's a big difference! Little Xiaole, do you remember what kind of goddess I am responsible for?"

In this sudden question from Freya, Wang Xiaole was indeed a bit stumped.

Although he clearly remembered the identity of the other as a goddess, he was unsure of the exact type of goddess she was, as his memory was not reliable when it came to such details.

After all, Wang Xiaole never stored such information in his mind for too long; it would be automatically deleted after a week.

Not sure if it was true, but he was reluctant to admit, still asking Freya:

"Wait, give me a moment...I'll remember soon!"

Freya didn't understand why thinking and pacing around were necessarily connected.

But Wang Xiaole knew: it was a kind of compulsion he had, that whenever he needed to use his brain cells, he couldn't help but take a few steps nearby.

After a short while, under the watchful gaze, Wang Xiaole recalled something;

He turned around to face Freya confidently and answered:

"Freya, you are the goddess of water, right?"

Although phrased as a question, Wang Xiaole's statement had the tone of a statement.

But was this answer correct?

Freya revealed the answer with practical action:

"Pah!"

Wang Xiaole was rebuked face to face.

No moist warmth sprayed on his face; Freya merely made the action of spitting with a "pah."

"What water goddess? I am the glorious goddess of love, all right?"

The goddess of love, in simple terms, is like Cupid and the kind of god known as the "matchmaker" in the heavenly realm.

However, in this other world, Freya's "goddess of love" was slightly different from the two mentioned gods.

To be aware of:

Freya's "Love God identity" is more like a job title that can be gained or lost depending on the circumstances.

Some time ago, the Creator warned Freya that if she doesn't show remarkable performance soon, she will be transformed into a "former Love God," and a successor will come to take her place.

Freya naturally does not want this outcome, so she came up with a way for Wang Xiaole to have a harem in order to improve her "performance." After all, a crucial criterion for evaluating the effectiveness of a Love God is how many couples are matched, and in the case of equal numbers, matching five pairs of lovers is far less effective than guiding a person who is adept at balancing multiple relationships.

Considering the aforementioned interests, Freya enthusiastically helped Wang Xiaole, thus arousing his desire to be surrounded by affection from all sides; it is not surprising at all.

However, Freya's assistance, although largely for her own benefit, is not entirely selfish. Just as Freya had anticipated: she is, after all, being supported by Wang Xiaole and cannot fail to make some contributions when necessary to repay the "grace of nurture."