I agree. He Qitian sighed, he stroked the one-handed sword that Liliel embodied in front of him, the cold feel was not like an obsidian sword at all, and it was clearly a metal texture when he got started.

"However, I have two conditions attached. He Qitian didn't care about the happy expression of the stunning girl in front of him, he felt that he was living like a big villain now.

"It's okay, it's okay, you mention, as long as I don't turn myself in with this group of wizards, I can satisfy you, or do you want to come here for a ...... now" Liliel happily agreed, but before she could say anything, she was quickly interrupted by He Qitian.

"The first thing, talk to me later, don't drive so fast, I can't stand it. He Qitian really couldn't stand the girl in front of him, chatting about driving without saying a word, not to mention that the speed of the car was really fast, she had such an angelic face, and she was excited to mention this kind of topic that could make other girls blush, which was simply the definition of beauty in He Qitian's heart.

"The second thing is, you have to get out of the academy quickly. He Qitian really doesn't want to have anything to do with this guy anymore, every time he sees this guy, his brain hurts. I don't know if this guy is his natural enemy, he feels that he has no way to take this kind of good-looking old driver.

"Ah, the speed, what do you mean?" Liliel didn't understand what He Qitian meant.

"Just don't talk so sequely, let's talk about things in the future, don't mention it at every turn. He Qitian is a dog, and she has to make it clear so directly, she doesn't feel ashamed, He Qitian himself feels ashamed.

"Oh, yes, well, so you like this pla...... Ahem. Liliel stopped talking halfway, and He Qitian almost wanted to put the sword on the table into his stomach. "Needless to say, I'm leaving, I'll leave after the party, and I'll at least say goodbye to you before I leave. A sample of Cormara's blood will be sold at this auction, and I'll trade it with you at that time. ”

When He Qitian heard this, a big stone fell to the ground in his heart, and he was ready to run cheekily to ask for a blood sample, but Liliel didn't plan to get a blood sample at this time?

"Eh~ Cocktail party, after the blood clan has been low-key in the past few days, I haven't been to a banquet for a long time, and I'm a little excited to see this kind of scene, at least you have to let me have a good time." I'll say goodbye to you after the reception~ I'll leave after saying goodbye. Liliel held her head, her tone wistful.

"Actually, I'm curious, you didn't let people arrest me in the first place, but agreed to make a deal with me, and only asked me to leave the academy, shouldn't you, along with a large group of wizards, drive me out of the shadows with torches, and then hang me on a stake and leave me to die in the sun?" Liliel's fingers stood as a small figure on the table, and the two fingers quietly touched He Qitian's hand.

This sentence made He Qitian hesitate, Liliel was right, she was not a good person, and Amadeus's human kidnapping case, in fact, only Moira was rescued, and the other victims were more or less related to the femme fatale-like blood girl in front of her. But He Qitian couldn't hate the girl in front of him, because he was not the kind of person with a strong sense of justice, he didn't know any of the people who died, not even passers-by, and he really couldn't have feelings of righteous indignation about the deaths of these people. In Niforheim too, the 18 heroic Nightblades didn't touch him as much as a Natasha who was on the verge of death in front of him. He is not a guardian of justice, in the end he is just an ordinary person with a soft heart.

"But thank you, I really like you, I never lied to you, but you may think I'm a Bloodline full of lies, and I do, but I say I like you, and that's true. Liliel's hand stopped at He Qitian's palm, I don't know why, but she didn't go again, touching He Qitian's hand, she just stood up on the table: "Okay, someone is looking for you, I should slip away too." I'll give you this sword first, and we'll see you at the reception. After Liliel finished speaking, she kissed He Qitian and winked mischievously.

The floor under He Qitian's feet disappeared again, and he fell into the abyss of dreams with a frightened face.

"Ahh He touched his forehead and whole body with palpitations, and after making sure that he hadn't dropped any parts, he smiled bitterly and complained in his heart: Damn, can't this blood clansman change the way he wakes up others in a gentler way?

Thinking of this, He Qitian suddenly panicked, and hurriedly wanted to uncover the quilt to confirm, what if he really peed?

Then he lifted the quilt and saw a quiet and lovely sleeping face.

The little duck rubbed her hazy sleepy eyes, looked at He Qitian, and obediently rubbed her head on He Qitian's chest.

He Qitian hurriedly checked it, fortunately, the little guy was dressed this time, and did not continue the habit of sleeping luo, wearing a pink children's pajamas, and the slippers with a duck pattern were taken off next to the bed. God knows what this guy got into!But it's better to find Liliel under the covers than when you wake up to bed, right?

At this time, He Qitian remembered what Liliel said, he often got into his bed when he was asleep, if this was true, would she have found the duckling in the bed halfway through?

It's all to blame on this little duckling, she must have used her chest as a pillow and pressed her heart, so she dreamed of Liliel's plague god. I just don't know if the foreign plague god will be like Lilil, an old driver with a hot body and a good face, and he likes to drive.

But thinking about it, He Qitian hurriedly picked up the little duck, in the little duckling's confused and confused eyes, he wrapped the little duck tightly under the quilt, and then let the little duck sit up on the bed, he said angrily and helplessly: "How many times have I said that you are not allowed to get into the boy's bed without clothes! No!

In the face of He Qitian's reprimand, the little duck showed an innocent smirk, and before he even wiped the saliva at the corner of his mouth, he stretched out two small hands of the quilt to hold He Qitian's face, and in He Qitian's surprised expression, he kissed He Qitian's cheek with his small mouth, and then began to rub He Qitian's face with his delicate little face.

He Qitian's face was flushed by this sudden kiss, and the whole person's brain crashed with a buzz.

When Moira pushed the door in, she saw the duckling wrapped in the quilt, like a cute little Ah Piao constantly rubbing He Qitian's face. And He Qitian's face was flushed, his face was dazed, and even his eyes lost focus, obviously his brain was dead.

Seeing this warm scene, Moira's face also quietly flew a layer of red, she hurriedly walked to the side of the hospital bed and pulled the duckling, and at the same time shook her hand in front of He Qitian: "Your Excellency Qi Tian?

He Qitian came back to his senses and saw Moira with an awkward face standing beside the hospital bed.

Mom! The scene of the rape! No! It was the daughter and her father who met and were discovered by their current wife! No, too! He Qitian didn't have an ex-wife! No......

He Qitian was nervous and cranky, his mind was a mess, and all kinds of ideas and slots of complaints were squeezed together.

"Well, that, the child didn't know where he had gone, and then Senior Sister Silbe said, if you can't find it, I'll come to you to look for it, and sure enough, I came to you again. Moira's voice was soft, getting lower.

"Oh...... Oh...... Don't you have classes in the morning?" He Qitian felt that a lot of his words were squeezed in his throat when he saw Moira's face, and He Qitian, who was usually sharp and could even have back and forth with Lilil, didn't know what he was talking about at the moment.

"Well, today is a drinking party, I'm going to go to Shadow Street to buy some ingredients later. Moira explained that Sylbe had given everyone in the Apocalypse Society a task, and that Moira was the absolute workhorse of the cooks.

"Oh, that ......" He Qitian touched his head, thinking about how to find a topic to chat with.

At this time, Moira's eyes moved to He Qitian's bedside, and the girl asked a little strangely, "Your Excellency, has Your Excellency Fenglong sent you equipment again?"

He Qitian thought to himself where did I get the new equipment, Fenglong This guy can't be contacted all the time, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he quickly turned his head to look at his bedside table, and accidentally bumped into the duckling's nose.

The little duck rubbed his little nose, snorted a few times, and kept pinching He Qitian's waist with his little hands.

However, He Qitian didn't have time to care about this kind of thing, the black one-handed sword was resting on his bedside, and there was an extra black crystal scabbard that he had never seen in his dreams. It was definitely the sword! He Qitian could even see the wolf head on the hilt of the sword clearly, it was really exactly the same as the sword in his dream.

Liliel really came, and quietly put down the sword.

He Qitian immediately took a closer look at every corner of the ward, for fear that in the corner that he hadn't noticed, there was a girl from the Blood Clan who was not wearing clothes. Hell, why are you undressed, and do you have such a seductive impression of Lilil?

Fortunately, there is no corner in the ward that can hide such a youthful and energetic body that exudes invisible attraction.

At this time, He Qitian touched his head. Not only can this guy enter his own dreams, but he can also put down his sword when he casts a spell? No, he should have put it down before entering his dream while he was asleep. The woman had intended to trade with the sword in the first place.

He Qitian was a little afraid, but fortunately, this woman didn't take advantage of her sleep to get up and down. Otherwise, the ducklings who come to burrow into the nest will not be frightened out of the shadow by the headless corpse of the mother duck.

This feeling of chilling in his neck really made He Qitian scared for a while, but why didn't Liliel take the opportunity to do it? Was it because she was afraid of his so-called "strength" and felt that she couldn't kill herself, or was it because she really didn't want to do it?

But it was useless to think about it so much, He Qitian held the black one-handed sword with the scabbard in his hand, this sword seemed to be originally designed according to the style of a lady's sword, the sword body was slightly narrower, and it looked very agile and fast. It wasn't until now that He Qitian really held this sword in his hand, and he really felt the bitter and complaining chill that this sword transmitted along his arm. If it weren't for the love of two hard-working people entwined with this sword as Liliel said, then this cold aura would undoubtedly be the so-called magic sword.

He Qitian still couldn't believe that the material of this sword was actually obsidian, obviously the sword body was shining with a metal-like luster, and the feel was indeed the cold feel of real steel.

He Qitian made an apologetic expression at Moira, and then lowered the sword to the tip of his nose. There was indeed a faint smell of sulphur and gunpowder, not a faint smell of steel like steel.

"Hmm, what's wrong, is there anything wrong with this sword?" Moira watched as He Qitian took the sword in his hand, touched it, looked at it, and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it. Is this some kind of unique Chinese way of testing weapons?

Moira was not a combatant, and she did not know what customs the Chinese combatants had. I could only watch He Qitian sniff on the sword.

Aside from the fact that the action is a little weird, there are no other problems.

He Qitian put down the sword, and could only sigh in his heart the power of alchemy, and he couldn't imagine that alchemy could turn obsidian into metallic properties, which was unbelievable in terms of material science.

"Ah, this, it's equipment support, and other equipment will be sent later, probably. He Qitian explained humbly that he mainly didn't want to expose the deal between him and Liliel, otherwise not to mention what would happen to him, Liliel would be dug into the ground and found out, and then, as Liliel said, tied to a stake and exposed to the sun.

Liliel is also a person he knows, although he doesn't know each other, but he is still a person he knows. Someone he knew died in front of his eyes, and he still couldn't accept it. And Liliel is not bad to him, and even gave a lot of information in vain. Judging from He Qitian's impression of Lilil, he knew that this was a female demon who ate people and didn't spit out bones. But he still didn't have any idea of how bad this female demon was. This is how people turn a deaf ear to evil deeds that they have not seen, and prefer to trust their own judgments.

"Your Excellency Fenglong has sent you equipment every once in a while, do Chinese wizards also rely on equipment when they fight?" asked Moira, like a curious baby.

"Ah, probably......" He Qitian didn't know how to answer, how did you ask him to answer this kind of question, he didn't even know how many people were in the organization now.

"Oh, I heard that the Chinese use charms! and the peachwood sword!" Moira's eyes lit up suddenly, and people were always interested in things that were not clear. Curiosity is also a desire, although it is not known whether satisfying curiosity can bring pleasure.

Girl, can you watch less Chinese zombie movies, the movies are all fake, doesn't Harry Potter also say that you wizards ride brooms in the sky...... Thinking of this, He Qitian quickly shook his head, although it was less, but he had indeed seen people riding brooms in Meilin Academy, and Shadow Street was even more incredible, 5 meters on his head were brooms, so he didn't know if the dust on his boots would fall on the heads of passers-by.

Now He Qitian couldn't argue, so he could only watch Moira be led astray by him, and the Chinese wizards would use charms and the image of the peachwood sword.

In fact, He Qitian also knew that he and Fenglong were not wizards at all, and he didn't know if there were Taoist priests in China, after all, he had never seen anyone in the Chinese mystical realm other than Fenglong. But Fenglong didn't look like a Taoist priest at all.

So He Qitian didn't know what he and Fenglong were. If you only look at ability, the qi taught by Fenglong is also far from Taoism, after all, the principle of qi is that you can't do "what humans can't do". But He Qitian also had to admit that as far as magic was concerned, the magic of qi was not lost to magic.

In this way, He Qitian became curious about the mysterious identity of Fenglong. And in the dream that he couldn't remember, he seemed to have seen something related to qi, and someone said something to him, but he couldn't remember the content of that dream now, and his memory became more and more blurred with time.

"By the way, I'm going to Shadow Street in a minute, the ......" Moira squirmed suddenly.

"Huh?" He Qitian was a little curious, and Moira wanted to say something.

"That's right, I would like to invite Your Excellency to go with me to Shadow Street to buy ingredients......" Moira's voice grew softer.

He Qitian suddenly understood, it turned out that Moira thought that she would be shy like this? But didn't Moira also pull herself to go shopping in the past?

"Okay, I'm almost resting anyway, and if I don't move anymore, I feel like my body is about to rust. He Qitian pretended to be relaxed and casually, not wanting to bring other psychological pressure to Moira.

"Ah, that's good, that, I'll wait outside first, that, the clothes prepared for you by the Apocalypse have been changed, and you can use them tonight, so you can change them directly." Celebrate your recovery. Moira blushed and pointed to her bedside clothes and ran out of the room.

How could He Qitian not know Moira's thoughts, but he didn't want to believe it. People like He Qitian, who have never been liked, subconsciously feel that no one in this world will take the initiative to like him. Even he didn't realize this, he just felt that the subtle affection between him and Moira was a little surprising, he didn't want to believe that Moira had a good impression of him, he was only willing to admit that he had an indescribable affection for this young and lively girl in his heart.

When He Qitian was suffering from gains and losses, another small mouth suddenly came to his face. Only then did he realize that the duckling was still sitting on his bed, looking at him innocently.

"Hey, I'll change my clothes, and you'll have to avoid it too. He Qitian coaxed softly.

The little duck immediately reached out and hugged He Qitian, and his little head shook like a rattle.

"Obedient. He Qitian wanted to take off the pendant on his body, but the duckling hugged it very tightly, and He Qitian didn't dare to use force.

Well, the most important question now is how to get this sticky little pendant. He Qitian sighed helplessly.

He Qitian breathed the fresh air that he had not seen for a long time, and breathing the fresh air from the outside world was much better than just looking at the monotonous tree outside the window.

He moved his left shoulder, the piercing wound had healed, and that was the magic of the potion. This comminuted fracture can heal in just 10 days, and there is not even a scar left on the wound. This group of wizards should really sell scar removal water, so that they can make a fortune by relying on girls who love beauty, after all, what girl doesn't love beauty, and what girl doesn't have one or two small scars on her body that bother her?

He Qitian walked in the school, followed by the majestic duckling on his lap, and behind him was Moira, who kept covering her mouth and chuckling. Although this kind of day is not what He Qitian wants, it is not bad, there is no need to worry about the divine beast, and there is no need to worry about suddenly having something to do by yourself. He Qitian once saw someone say that he would cherish a peaceful life only after experiencing turmoil, and at that time he still felt that the person who said this must be a salted fish without pursuit.

But now that I think about it, this person must be a great wise man full of wisdom, otherwise how could he say such a thing full of reason? He Qitian just wanted to kneel down and lick the toes of this comrade and praise his wisdom.

The portal to Shadow Street, He Qitian can still remember the location, and it will always be the blackened brick wall. He suddenly remembered that the last time he came, there were already students from the student council opening the door, and this time he and Moira had already arrived at eight o'clock in the morning, and they didn't know if the portal had been opened.

However, the flow of people on this road and the students who frequently greeted him have already shown that today should be a very special situation.

Sure enough, He Qitian saw the portal of the black hole from a distance.

"Let's go. He Qitian took the little duck's hand, lest the little duck wait to get separated, this is the first time he took the little duck shopping, if he lost the little duck the first time he went shopping, then maybe this little angel will fall into the hands of which strange Shu Huang.

He Qitian saw Silbay looking around in front of the portal from a long distance, and he was just about to raise his hand to say hello, but Silbay also seemed to have discovered him and hurriedly walked towards him.

"Ah, Miss Silbe, you ......" He Qitian was greeting with his stiff accosting skills, but Silbay hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and said anxiously: "Senior, go quickly!" Looking at her expression, it seemed that something bad had really happened.

"Huh?" He Qitian was a little confused, why when Silbe talked to him, it was like he was wanted, he had been lying in the ward honestly for so many days in the past few days, and he hadn't done anything hurtful, why was Silber so nervous when he saw himself?

"It's too late to elaborate! You can hide first! Don't be seen!" Silbe pushed He Qitian in the way he came as he spoke.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Miss, you have to explain why, right?" He Qitian was pushed back by Silbe, and even Moira looked at Silbe's strange behavior with some strange eyes.

"Sister Natasha is here! She's in a bad mood! If she sees you, she'll blow up!" Silbe said in horror, pushing He Qitian and looking behind her.

"Ah, Miss Natasha is here, I thought Galahad was ...... Your Excellency won't let him go, so you can see that Your Excellency Galahad still loves his subordinates. He Qitian then remembered the phone call he had made before, but it was Galahad who picked it up. He Qitian was anxious, and told the first wise man of the round table his intentions, and after getting a "hmm", the phone was hung up.

Since Natasha can appear here, it proves that Galahad let people go, and in a sense, this is not something that can be done by a person who uses his subordinates as tools.

"Don't mention it! Sister Natasha was in a terrible mood when she arrived today, and I had never seen her look like that before. This time she seemed reluctant to go out. Silbe's expression was a little scared, Natasha was notoriously paralyzed, her expression was unchanged for thousands of years, she was a Lori version of Galahad, and every time she showed an obvious expression, it was when she was particularly emotional.

"What's the matter with me?" He Qitian couldn't grasp the point of the matter, and he didn't mess with this iceberg beauty much, right?

Before Sylbe could answer, a murderous aura passed through the layers of crowds and firmly locked on He Qitian. Even He Qitian, a dull person, had the illusion that he was being targeted by a wolf. The three of them took a duckling and turned their gaze in the direction from which the murderous aura came from.

Natasha was approaching this direction with a murderous look on her high heels.

He Qitian snorted and didn't hold back his laughter.

It's definitely not that He Qitian can't read the air, there is a thick murderous aura all around, and Natasha definitely wants to open two holes in his stomach. However, he still couldn't help it, because Natasha's dress was too strange, a pair of blue high-heeled sandals with a set of jeans, which tightly outlined her long legs, which was not a problem in itself, but she wore a short-sleeved shirt with a cartoon character and an unbuttoned suit on the outside.

Silber heard His Excellency He Qitian's snort, and his heart was half cold, Your Excellency, you really don't know the current situation, do you still have the heart to laugh at this time?

Sure enough, this smile was not suppressed, and he saw Natasha's face darkened, and the whole person began to accelerate, God knows how this terminator T-X ran so fast in high heels, He Qitian was not ready for battle, and saw a beautiful figure with an afterimage had rushed in front of him, and then his feet and neck hurt, and before He Qitian could react, he had already been hit by a neat sweeping leg.

In that medicine warehouse, He Qitian had already learned how decisive Natasha's attack was, she could squeeze out her strength when she was seriously injured, and almost broke He Qitian's neck in a sneak attack, at this time, he Qitian was caught off guard, He Qitian only felt that the ground in front of him was getting closer and closer to him, He Qitian had already had a close contact with the hard cement floor before he could figure out why Natasha had such a deep hatred with him, and before He Qitian could get up from the ground, he had already been grabbed by a hand by the neckline.

"What the hell did you tell Your Excellency!" Natasha glared at He Qitian with a look of resentment, and the five fingers of her right hand were put together into a knife, as long as she heard something strange from He Qitian's mouth, she immediately broke the neck bone of the guy in front of her.

He Qitian was frightened. Natasha's iceberg-like face in front of him was actually red, and her eyes were red and swollen, with big dark circles under her eyes. This Xiaoice Mountain actually cried? Or had he ever cried before? This was even rarer than seeing Miss Yan Qianxue go downstairs to exercise.

He Qitian also knows that although he doesn't know the reason, the current situation is very critical, once he doesn't handle it well, he will spend his next life in a wheelchair, and the grave grass will grow vigorously next year, and the duckling will cry into tears.

He quickly repeated exactly what he had said to Galahad on his phone, to the effect that he wanted Natasha to come to the school's drinking party. After he finished speaking, he quickly thought about it carefully, for fear that he had forgotten something strange. Fortunately, his memory was really good, and he was still very nervous about talking to Galahad on the phone, and he was sure that what he said was normal and sincere, and it was completely in line with the invitation of a new three-good boy, and there would be no suspicion of early love!

"No way!!, otherwise how could Lord Galahad not want me?" Natasha shouted hoarsely, a crystal liquid faintly visible in her red eyes.

"Ah......h Natasha has always been portrayed as a precocious strong woman, and those who have been with her will subconsciously forget her age. And at this moment, the head of the hunting department, a famous hunting star in the wizarding world, is crying like a kitten that has been thrown away.

Natasha saw He Qitian's bewildered and innocent eyes, and she also believed in her heart that the guy in front of her was indeed innocent. She angrily loosened He Qitian's collar and wiped her tears.

Moira and Sylbe hurriedly took out tissues and handed them to Natasha, both of them were stunned by Natasha in this state, and forgot about He Qitian lying on the ground. It was still the little duck who held He Qitian's hand with his own little hands, trying to pull He Qitian up from the ground.

"Sister Natasha, what's going on, say slowly. Silbert was distressed to see Natasha crying like a tearful person, and then she realized that this sister is actually only in her early 20s this year, but she is usually too capable, and she doesn't feel like such a young girl.

Natasha sniffled, as if complaining, "I was expelled by the pilgrims." After saying that, the tears of this strong woman rolled out of her eyes like not wanting money, and she looked like she was trying to endure it, but the tears were not so easy to bear.

"Wouldn't it?" said Silbe and Moira, looking incredulous.

"Ahh......h

"It's not like that. Moira heard He Qitian's complaints, he used Chinese, so Sirbe did not hear very clearly, but Moira and Natasha's Chinese was no problem, Moira saw Natasha's angry face, and quickly explained: "For pilgrims, they are rarely expelled, either voluntarily quit, or retire at the age of age." It is true that I have never heard of pilgrims firing their officers. Not to mention the expulsion of eight stars. ”

Pilgrims are a good place for shamans from humble backgrounds to find work, so Moira had known about pilgrims before, and she knew what such an expulsion would mean for pilgrims. Either they made a big mistake or did something that violated the rules of conduct of the pilgrims.

"There must be some misunderstanding in this, it must be like this. He Qitian hurriedly said, his desire to survive was still very strong.

"If it's not you, then why would His Excellency Galahad ask me to join the Sword of Damocles and cancel my position in the hunting department?" Natasha looked at He Qitian with blood-red eyes, eager to bite this Chinese to pieces and spit to the ground.

He Qitian was stared at by her eyes, and his neck fluttered and felt a cool breeze.

Sirbe and Moira hurriedly grabbed Natasha, the relationship between the two and Natasha is not bad, and they can speak, otherwise the two members of the Sword of Damocles really fought in the academy, although the scope of destruction is not as good as that of Komara, but it also hurts the unity of colleagues when they say it.

"Eh, aren't you promoted?" He Qitian heard it, this girl was not fired at all, but she was transferred to work, right?

"What kind of promotion!?Hunting Star is a pilgrim's position, it's the Garahad Blade, what is the Sword of Damocles? If I can't fight in the name of the Sage, then what's the point of my life?" said Natasha excitedly.

He Qitian felt that his head hurt to death. Eldest sister, fortunately, your prestige is still there, otherwise what you just said is equivalent to spreading wild on the round table territory. You pilgrim operatives have been brainwashed, haven't you......

At this moment, He Qitian's mobile phone rang again, and he knew who it was without looking at it, because the only one who could call at this time was the one you couldn't find if you looked for him, and if you didn't look for him, he would come to annoy your Fenglong.

He Qitian answered the phone, and Feng Long's obscene voice immediately came from there: "Yo, are you still alive Young Lin, is your head still on your neck?"

This guy usually doesn't make a sound at all, but at this time, he is decisive and flies, and listening to him, he should also know that Natasha is going berserk here.

"Ah, that's right, Galahad said he had assigned little sister Natasha to the Sword of Damocles. I knew something was going to happen to you, and I wondered if your head had been knocked off. You said that this old guy is really, I usually say that he has to think more about the emotions of his subordinates, but he always doesn't listen. He thinks he's an ice sculpture, and his subordinates are all ice sculptures, but it's obvious that everyone is flesh and blood, right?" Fenglong chattered endlessly, with the pride of Wang Po selling melons in his tone.

He Qitian glanced at the haggard Natasha and sighed, he was really said by Fenglong, this girl who has always covered herself with indifference is not much better than those lovelorn adolescent girls after the collapse.

"So, I'm calling you quickly, little sister Natasha is on your side, right? Galahad had something to say to her. Feng Long said on the microphone, and then He Qitian heard Feng Long's voice: "Quick, my good Excellency Galahad, I beg you, if you don't say a few words, my apprentice's head will be gone." "I can see that this thing is in the skinless and shameless Rajahad again.

He Qitian handed the phone to Natasha, who glanced at He Qitian suspiciously and angrily, and hesitantly took the phone.

She put the phone to her ear, and He Qitian was still guessing what Galahad would say, when she saw Natasha's expression gradually change, the girl wiped her tears, and kept replying, "Yes." Be. I don't know what Galahad said, the girl's expression became more and more calm, and after about two minutes, she handed the phone back to He Qitian, and the crying on her face had been swept away, and she changed back to the Xiaoice Mountain.

He Qitian saw Natasha's strange expression change, if it weren't for the tears on her face, she wouldn't have seen that this girl was still crying helplessly just now. Could it be the Winter Soldier's brainwashing, right? Saying certain keywords can control the spirits of his subordinates? He Qitian thought maliciously. Otherwise, why would this girl change her face faster than turning a book, this is comparable to tearing up a book.

"Okay, right?" said Fenglong before he hung up the phone.

"What a medical miracle. He Qitian admired from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for brainwashing, then His Excellency Galahad's psychology and counseling skills would have been full. Isn't there a saying that a girl who loses her temper is harder to appease than a crazy bull. I can't imagine that this old man Galahad, 91 years old, can still know the way of coaxing girls, he is really old and strong, dead trees are spring, and old trees sprout.

"Hmph, I'm glad it was in time. By the way, I heard that you were disabled a few days ago?

"Ah......" He Qitian touched his left shoulder and agreed.

"Ah, if you survive, it's OK, I don't know what you've learned from this incident, or is there something you should have noticed?" said the dragon meaningfully.

"Eh, what have you noticed, Brother Feng, what do you mean?" He Qitian was a little confused by Feng Long's brainless words.

"Ah, I haven't noticed it yet, forget it, it's okay, you'll always know when you have a chance, it's not interesting for me to say it. By the way, you're going to the auction next month, right? It just so happens that I'm almost recovered by then, and when we meet, it's time for you to return Suzaku to me. Fenglong was not ready to answer He Qitian's question, leaving the suspense to He Qitian, who was confused.

He Qitian silently compared his middle finger, and Fenglong couldn't see it anyway. This group of guys will always only talk half of what they say.

"You kid is pointing at Lao Tzu, aren't you, are you saying bad things about me in your heart? Little bunny. Unexpectedly, two sneezes came from the microphone, and then Fenglong roared at the microphone.

He Qitian sighed in his heart, damn, this guy's physique is too sensitive, right? This is okay? He hurriedly said with a weak heart: "How can it, Brother Feng, you are wise and martial, how dare I say bad things about you, next month, okay, okay." I see, what else do you have to say?"

"Dudu ......" Fenglong hung up He Qitian's phone again.

He Qitian wiped the sweat on his head, and this time he hung up the phone, he didn't have any opinion at all.

"Okay, you're done calling, aren't you? You're going shopping in Shadow Street, aren't you? I'll go with me and buy a few clothes. You pay. Natasha saw that He Qitian put away her phone, and she said in a slightly commanding tone with the face of the iceberg restored.

"Ah, why?" He Qitian was a little curious as to why this girl had to pay for her clothes after she returned to normal.

Natasha pointed to her thigh, and He Qitian realized that Natasha's jeans had a big hole, revealing snow-white skin. It's clearly because of the sweeping legs just now, and it is said that jeans are not suitable for sports.

"Okay. He Qitian agreed with a big head, he was really afraid that this aunt and grandmother would break his neck a few times if he made a mistake.

"Hmm. Natasha got He Qitian's permission, and grabbed the tear of her jeans casually, and in He Qitian's stunned, the girl casually tore the jeans into pieces and threw them to the ground. Then the three of them found that the girl was wearing a pair of ultra-short sports hot pants under her jeans, revealing a large section of snow-white thighs.

He Qitian was worried that when the girl was bursting clothes on the street, how did he know that this girl's dressing style was so strange?

"Also, Xiaomo, you can also come and help me match my clothes. Natasha pointed at Moira again, a little shyly.