Chapter 1421 - Lord Husband (3) (2/2)

Dyon and Amphorae enjoyed a quiet afternoon alone. Amphorae had always been a woman of few words, so she simply listened to Dyon's stories with an expression of satisfaction coating her beautiful features.

Dyon had to try his best to avoid her piercing gaze, she was simply too beautiful. He felt that if he looked for too long, he would lose control of his body. He could only hold her small frame on his l.a.p, looking off toward the calm lake ahead of them.

A day later, Dyon suddenly noticed a golden bracelet in the shape of a dragon on Amphorae's dainty wrist.

”You actually found this in this life too?” Dyon was pleasantly surprised. After all, the Golden Dragon Lyre was a treasure of the 33 heavens. Not only that, but it was one of the few offensive types… For Dyon who mostly had auxiliary type treasures of this caliber, this was new to him.

”Oh, this?” Amphorae lifted her hand and rotated her wrist.

Even such a simple movement took Dyon's breath away. It was as though Amphorae's every action was in line the heavens themselves.

”I believe Luna may have something to do with it. It was melded to my soul at birth. After my soul broke into the celestial realm, it manifested on its own. Would you like me to play for you, husband?”

Dyon smiled. ”You can call me Dyon, you know.”

Amphorae shook her head. ”Everyone calls you Dyon.” She said sweetly. ”I want to be one of the few who can call you husband.”

With a thought, the golden bracelet morphed. However, instead of forming a lyre, it actually became a flute!

Amphorae didn't need to explain for Dyon to understand. This was a treasure created by the birth of music will! How could it only have a single form? In all likelihood, it could take the form of any musical instrument to ever exist.

Raising her delicate arms to one side, Amphorae rested the back of her head to Dyon's c.h.e.s.t before raising the golden flute to her lips.

In the next moment, the music of a goddess filled the mystical world…

Dyon felt as though all of his fatigue, all of his hidden injuries, all of his worries… Were washed away in an existence.

In an instant of calm, Dyon breathed in Amphorae's delicate fragrance… He was overwhelmed by a gentle honey smell, filling his body with warmth.