"Why did that Mr. Strange Thief disappear in a blink of an eye? Aren't our destinations the same? Custer asked Gawain. Gawain: "Although the purpose is the same, the thoughts in my heart are different. Custer could hear Gawain's words: "Thoughts? You mean he had something else in mind? ”

Gawain: "This guy is a master of disguise both physically and psychologically, I can't guess it." Custer sighed, "Well, it's complicated. Gawain looked at Custer with a look of scrutiny, and then said unceremoniously, "It seems that your IQ is really inferior to 'Al'." ”

Gawain was prickly but didn't annoy Custer, he just spread his hand and shrugged his shoulders and said, "That's exactly what happened. Gawain looked at Caster's nonchalant look and continued to conclude: "The personality is also much worse. Custer replied in the affirmative: "Ah, that's true." ”

"He... Have you always been the same stinky temper? Custer asked, lowering his voice. Gawain glanced at him, noticing a moment of worry passing over Custer's face. Gawain: "Huh! I don't know what he looks like in your eyes, but I think maybe this kid would be a good leader if he gave up his ambitions. ”

After listening to Gao Wen's words, Custer unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked at the expression on his face Gao Wen said sternly: "But you look like you are working for a lifetime." At this time, the green tendons in the corners of Custer's forehead suddenly jumped, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes! I ...... that too. NO！ I don't want to admit it! ”

Custer finally stopped succumbing to "fate", but then he changed his words and his momentum dropped instantly, and he said in a mosquito-like voice: "But I have to admit it." Gawain sighed and shook his head: "It's really useless. As a result, Gawain had to worry about the crucial battle that was coming.

Every tremor or tremor in the vicinity was a sign that someone had entered the fight, and he and Custer were only met with resistance from a small group of soldiers, and although he had picked out the quickest path to the location of the "Rite of Succession", it did not mean that it was the safest.

The more obstacles there were around him, the more uneasy he was, and he knew in his heart that since he entered the Tower of Confession, there had been a pair of eyes watching their every move. They are like chess players who have seen through the number of moves, and their opponents will arrange the pieces to intercept with each move.

"But....... Lancelot, where are the pieces you have arranged for us? Or rather...... If you don't show up again, I'll eat you, and I'll eat your 'king'. Gawain's hand rested lightly on the hilt of Caratine's sword.

The seventh floor of the Tower of Confession

"One, two, three, four, five......" Al walked slowly down the long corridor, his slender white fingers counting the doors of every room he passed, and before the twelfth room at the end of the corridor of "Eleven, Twelve......" Al finally stopped. He faced the old wooden door in front of the twelfth room and said, "Lance, do you say that people who have not fallen into hell can only see this twelfth door. ”

Standing behind him, Lancelot smiled and pointed to the small rusty iron door next to the twelfth door, which was only half a person high, and said, "Lord Godfather, do you think that 'Room 13' is the 'Gate of Hell'?" Al's red eyes turned to his eyes at this time, and a bone-chilling sneer suddenly appeared on his pale face: "No, he is the 'Gate of Heaven' to those who are already in hell. ”

Lancelot smiled mildly as usual, but his eyes suddenly froze, "Lord Godfather." Al's eyes were fixed on the iron door and did not look at him: "What? Lancelot lowered his voice and said, "I feel that 'fate' has finally caught up with us. ”

Al: "Really? They still seem to be doing fast. Lancelot slightly hooked the corners of his lips at this time: "Yes! It seems that I have no way to accompany you. Al still didn't look at him again: "It's a shame, Lance, you could have witnessed a great moment with your own eyes." ”

Al then bit the thumb of his right hand, and saw him put his bitten finger into the keyhole of the iron door. "Come on, suck this filthy blood until you're satisfied." The smell of blood filled the air. Lancelot squinted his eyes at Al's slender figure as sharp as a lonely peak, with a constant smile on his face.

He took off his bowler hat and took a few steps back, facing Al's back, respectfully placing the hand holding the top hat on his chest and bowing deeply: "I wish you all the best in your wishes, my dear godfather." As soon as he finished speaking, the dusty iron door opened with a dull sound.

Bedwell glanced at the clock hanging on the wall at this time: "This time inheritance ritual should have begun, I don't know if there are any powerful characters among your companions who have reached the seventh layer." She looked at the "Red Lotus" standing in front of her like a red iron tower and said.

Although Da Wuqing in the Red Lotus could see the screen through the screen, no matter how much she pressed the control button on any operating platform, the Red Lotus no longer reacted. At this time, Bedwell's words rang in his ears: "Come out, do you want to be in the cockpit until you suffocate to death?" ”

Da Wuqing did not accept Bedwell's agitation method, but stared seriously at Bedwell in a black lace dress on the screen: "Bedwell, the only woman in the Knights of the Round Table, is proficient in the development and research and use of various 'poisons'. ”

Circin swirled in his mind to give Bedwell's basic information. In his heart, he was also looking at Bedwell, who was looking up at her, and the moment she met her red eyes, her limbs actually felt numb as if she had taken the medicine.

At this time, Da Wuqing soothed his snort and said faintly: "It's like facing a poisonous snake with a high venom. Saying that, she calmly turned around and pulled out the tiger knife behind her seat, "It's okay to take it, otherwise I don't know how to win her." With that, he opened the emergency hatch of the red lotus. Jump out of the cockpit.

Looking at the person who came out of the red lotus, Bedwell frowned, and his evil makeup showed a look of displeasure: "How is it a woman?" Seeing the contempt that the other party threw at him, Da Wuqing easily jumped from the mecha and fell to the ground and said, "Why are you in a hurry to find a man to have a baby?" ”

Hearing Da Wuqing's sarcastic words, Bedwell also began to look Da Wuqing up and down, and then a pair of red eyes like poisonous snakes were slightly curved into an arc: "Heh! You're mistaken, I was thinking just now, if it's the opposite sex, I may not have to go all out, but if it's the same sex, I'll subconsciously go all out. That's just too tiring. (To be continued......)

PS: Clever women and men don't like it, but smart women don't look down on stupid white sweetness. There are few descriptions of feelings, so the women in my pen are basically independent, some can be said to be strong women, if you want to give them emotions, there are really few men who can match them, because their height is there, and all women can't run away with Long Wen (Uncle Long knows women best, and the heart is still a warm man, the key is strong enough), so it is extended to the problem of leftover women, so it is so complicated~ How many leftover women do I have to write?