Jinli was a little confused.

What is this Sir Bechtor, isn't it human???

This realization made her a little curious, and by the way, she also wanted to see what this person wanted to do.

Thinking like this, Jinli closed her eyes and pretended to faint, but she could still "see" what was happening outside.

She saw herself galloping through the sky.

The knight holding her was like a big bird with a light body, his toes lightly tapping on the roofs of tall buildings, gliding in the wind.

The night view of the Silver Capital, which she hadn't seen last night, was completely displayed in front of her eyes at this moment.

Lu Zhengya is not wrong, it is indeed quite beautiful - at this time, Jinli is still thinking about this out of place.

This situation did not last long, or rather, the Sir Bechtor moved too quickly.

He landed outside a castle.

Castle?

Jinli looked at the majestic and gorgeous building in front of her with some amazement, and before she could look closely, she felt that the people around her moved.

Sir Bector seemed to want to take her by the hand in order to pick her up.

Jinli: "!"

This kind of intimate gesture is really a little beyond the level of acceptance of the little angelfish.

She thought about it, and her mind moved.

She was already standing behind Sir Bector, hidden in the air.

But in Sir Beckdor's hand, he is indeed holding a "brocade pear".

It's a little spell.

The people of this white pigeon country, or not people, must not be able to see it.

Jin Li followed Sir Becktor into the castle together.

It was very quiet along the way, and occasionally I met someone who was dressed very retro and looked like a maid on the road, and the other party just bowed his head and saluted Beck and left silently.

Sir Bector walked into a certain hall without squinting.

The hall is covered with a blood-colored plush carpet that can sink to your ankles when you step on it, and the furnishings are extravagant and ornate without making people feel vulgar.

The owner of this castle has quite a high taste. Jinli thought to herself.

The reason why he is called the owner of the castle, and not Sir Bector, is because Jinli has seen the true owner of the castle.

And he sat on the throne of the Lord in the middle of the hall.

He seemed to be taking a nap.

One hand on his forehead. The long blonde hair hung down to his side, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

The snow-white suit on the body, the shirt with the neckline is tied to the top, the most serious and ascetic appearance, but there is a bright red rose pinned to the chest, which instantly flamboyant and gorgeous constitute a strange contradictory charm.

Jinli's interest was placed in that hand.

The bones are too beautiful.

This hand is thin and pale, but it is not rugged and ugly, but has a cold jade-like beauty.

Jinli leaned over a little curiously, wanting to see what the owner of this hand looked like.

But before she could get closer, the man woke up.

His long eyelashes twitched slightly, and he opened his eyes.

The long blond hair stepped back, revealing the man's entire face.

"Wow!" Jinli couldn't help but exclaim.

"Who?" the man turned his head abruptly, looking exactly in the direction where Jinli was, and his voice was like gold and jade colliding, very pleasant.

Sir Beckdor, who was still holding the "golden pear", did not notice anything wrong at all, and he knelt down on one knee towards the man with a reverent face: "Lord Duke, I have brought you the most touching gift. ”

Jinli stood aside, biting her fingers with some distress: what are they talking about?