This time Cheng Qianhiro was in a hurry, but Gordon was very strong, and he took a few steps to the bedside with her. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info fell down directly, although the body was not as heavy as Legel, it was not much lighter.

That anxious look, how can someone write his name on his hand?

Gordon's hand rubbed vigorously on his body, and his hand that could wield a heavy sword made his flesh hurt.

She was very helpless, the more she struggled, the worse it became, and she looked sideways, and the layout here was the same, with a clay pot on the low cabinet next to the bed. So I still learned from last night, first without struggling, let the other party touch him casually, and then secretly picked up the jar, aimed at the back of the head and smashed it.

"Bang Dang~" Gordon, who was lying on his body, fainted as the clay pot was torn apart.

Pushing Gordon to the side hard, Cheng Qianxun sat up, pulled open the round neckline and looked in, the oil lamp was dim, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but his chest must be red, and it hurt hotly.

History repeats itself in less than a day, and she is depressed with her hands on her cheeks... How is it that these men are all virtuous?

With a long sigh, I originally thought that Gordon could still communicate, but now it seems that after losing his original memory, men are all the same.

Raise your head and look at the sky plaintively. Raphael could laugh again.

After leaning sideways to help Gordon put on the blanket, she suddenly felt wrong. So he hurriedly got out of bed, sneaked to the door, looked left and right, and ran while no one was in a hurry.

Back to Regel's room? Halfway through the run, she diverted to another room.

Entering the guest room, she tried to hide in the closet, but ended up hiding under the bed.

After a while, I heard the sound of chaotic footsteps outside the door, and then there was a knock on the door of Gordon's room, and the housekeeper's call: "Viscount Gordon, Viscount Gordon!" "It must have felt wrong after asking, go back and see the situation.

Of course, there was no response, so the butler rushed in with someone, and he heard an exclamation: "Viscount Gordon, what's wrong with you?" Wake up, go and call the master! ”

Legel and Sneijder, who were still downstairs, naturally came up after getting the news, but fortunately, Viscount Gordon only fainted and woke up with a few mouthfuls of water on his face. Because there are still guests, the attack on Viscount Gordon is naturally a secret. In the middle of the night, they searched with torches, and they thought that something big had happened here, and in case the torches lit any fire, there was no fire brigade and high-pressure faucets in this era. Called a few knights with dogs to strengthen patrols in the courtyard, and if the mysterious woman in white was still in the castle, she would naturally not be able to escape.

Making sure Gordon was okay, Regel and Sneijder walked out of the room as they talked.

Outside the door they stopped, but Regel was still quite cautious: "Or I'll have someone clean the Earl's room again." ”

"No, it's just a woman, I'd love to meet this woman and see if she will faint too." Sneijder teased.

Regger smiled and said, "Tomorrow I will have someone collect all the jars beside the bed, and then I wish the Earl a good night's sleep." ”

The door opened, and Snead walked in, placing the oil lamp in his hand on the wooden table. He seemed to be a little worried, and slowly moved to the wardrobe and opened it suddenly. Naturally, there was no one inside, so he breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the bed.

Cheng Qianxun has been hiding under the bed, not daring to say anything.

Snead placed his sword on the bed, squeezing it down slightly, and then thought of something, and squatted down to look at the bottom of the bed. When I saw that there was nothing under the bed, I was truly relieved. He took off his clothes and lay down on the bed with the sword at his side.

Cheng Qianxun hid in the shadow of the low cabinet on the other side of the bed, trying to shrink his body, and he didn't dare to breathe. Listening to Snead undress and go to bed, after a while his snort was heavy and even, and he should have fallen asleep.

Did you try it with Sneijder in the past? But she just smashed Gordon unconscious, will Snead be wary of her?

It was cold to sit here, and there were about four or five hours before dawn, and she cautiously bent over to the bed. But he didn't have the courage to go to bed and sleep together, because Sneijder's hand was on the sword next to him.

I saw a cloak from Snead next to it, and this cloak was very thick. Gordon's territory was supposed to be not far from Regel, probably half a day and a day, so the cloak he wore was relatively thin, while Sneijder was far away and had to sleep in the open, and the cloak was made of wool almost as thick as a blanket.

So she cautiously squatted around the outer ring of the bed, and ripped off her cloak as little as she could make a sound.

"Uh-huh..." Snead let out a few nasal sounds, scaring her from moving. Fortunately, Snead didn't wake up, and after smashing it in his mouth a few times, he continued to sleep.

After getting the cloak, she quickly hid under the bed, wrapped the cloak in her frozen body, lay down at the bottom of the bed, closed her eyes and slew.

The sun was already shining on the bed, and someone was gently knocking on the door: "Count Sneijder, Lord Sneijder, it's time for lunch." ”

Snead woke up, stretched out his hand to block the glare of the sun shining on his face, and replied, "Well, got it!" ”

After putting it on, he found that his cloak had arrived under the bed at some point. So he pulled the cloak out from under the bed, patted it with his hand, threw it on the bed, turned to open the door and prepared to go downstairs to eat.

As soon as the door opened, a snow-white furry thing came out of nowhere, and it stepped out of the crack in the door.

Sneijder was startled at first, and then looked at the snow fox that Regel had raised, so he laughed.

Cheng Qianxun dragged her big tail and ran downstairs directly, and sure enough, Regel was already sitting at the wooden table, and she jumped directly onto Regel's lap.

Regel, who was having a worried face on his face, touched her head in surprise as soon as he saw her: "Where have you been?" I thought you were gone or skinned. ”

It was useless to worry Regel, she squinted her eyes, pressed her head against Regel's hand, and rubbed it against his chest several times, whining through her nose.

After Snead took his seat, he looked at Snow Fox and wanted to say goodbye, but finally concealed what Snow Fox might have in his room.

Gordon came, clutching the back of his smashed head and frowning.

"Still hurt?" Sneijder asked with a smile.

"It's fine." Gordon rubbed it a few more times and then lowered his hand, a little embarrassed: "How strong can a woman be?" ”

"The day before yesterday, I was knocked unconscious, and when I woke up, I thought I was dreaming." Legel smiled, and then instructed the cook next to him: "Go and ask the housekeeper to search with someone, and don't leave every corner behind." ”

"Yes, sir!" The cook put down the knife for cutting bread and went out to find the butler.

"Who the hell is she, why does she always like to smash people with cans? Viscount Regger really doesn't know either? Gordon was suspicious, after all, this is Regel's territory, and he doesn't know who is in his own place, let alone in the castle where he lives, is it still ghostly?

"I don't know." Legel tore some of the grilled fish open with his hands, put them on a plate, and gave them to the snow fox on his lap. He thought about it for a moment: "At that time she took my hand and wrote on my hand, but I didn't have time to read it all... ”

Gordon thought for a moment: "She keeps holding my hand, does she want to write something too?" ”

"I guess she's mute, she can't speak, she can only write. The woman who can write is an Oriental, which is really special! Regger dipped his hand in some milk and wrote on the table: "This is what she wrote." ”

"My name is..." Both Sneijder and Gordon could read it.

This made Cheng Qianxun more and more depressed, if the final name is written, wouldn't all three of them be able to pass the test now?

Gordon looked at the words, raised his head and showed surprise on his face: "This font is very strange, I shouldn't have learned it before, but how can I recognize it?" ”

Snead also looked at it and slapped the table: "Hey, it's true, I've never learned this kind of word, and I recognize it, things are getting more and more interesting." ”

"Me too!" Regel looked at the English he had just written in milk on the table, and wondered with a little thought, "What the hell is she trying to say?" ”

At this time, the butler came in with all the knights, with swords at their waists, and six dogs. After saluting the three nobles, he went upstairs and began a carpet search, in order to find the woman who had smashed Viscount Gordon last night.

"Obviously, she must be very special." After a brief interruption, the conversation continued, and Sneijder smiled meaningfully: "Otherwise, Viscount Gordon wouldn't have been stunned like Viscount Regel." ”

At this, he laughed.

I don't know if it's to adjust the atmosphere or to cover up the embarrassment, Gordon recalled: "She looks really special, I've never seen her, but when I see her, I always feel kind and like it." I even really wanted to redeem her and take her back. ”

"Don't spend that money, I don't even know who she is." Regger rolled his eyes slightly, and then also recalled: "I also think she is very kind and likes it very much. Although he is not as tall as I am satisfied, he is not short, he is quite delicate, and he has an indescribable taste. She was in a hurry and wanted to say something, but I saw her open her mouth, but there was no sound. Then he took me by the hand and wrote this... ”

He regretted it with a little regret: "If I see her again, maybe I should let her finish writing." ”

Snead laughed: "If I run into it, I can't wait, I will talk about what I want to write tomorrow." But I'll learn from both of you and quickly put all the jars a little farther away. ”

Gordon and Regger both laughed, and that's how they were then, before they were knocked unconscious.

Cheng Qianxun sweated one, and sure enough, men are the same. The jar seems to be good, there is no sequelae after smashing, just a swollen bag, which is safer and more reliable than a frying pan.

Snead remembered something: "Why don't you call my knight Rudolph to help, don't underestimate him, the knight who has dealt with him, even if he can kill a wolf alone, will retreat when he sees him." ”

"So powerful?" In fact, Regel has long been curious, and there are almost no people of other races here who can be knights.

"It's up to him to check, whether it's a cemetery or a woods, there's nothing that can't be found." Sneijder was sure of it. (To be continued.) )