"Peerless warm man" Hal slapped his thigh hatefully: "You know what? I haven't dared to go home in the past few years, people come to get married, you can't help but deal with it, every day against a group of ......

Damn, if it's really pretty, it's a big deal for me to follow, but ...... Men, who are not from the Appearance Association? ”

Wren was dumbfounded, he really couldn't imagine that Keisha still had this kind of brain, he always felt that this was not like her style of acting.

Keisha: It's Aunt Helen who teaches her well.

Hal sighed lamentingly: "I didn't say hello last time we met, shouldn't she come to toss me again?" Bad luck! Back then, the lard was blinded, why did you tease her! ”

Wren patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's just going to pass, I believe she won't be unable to get along with you anymore." ”

Sleep...... Ahem, it shouldn't be hard to convince Keisha not to trouble Hal.

Hal glanced at Wren a little suspiciously, of course he didn't expect that the other party had already won so quickly.

"Forget it, don't say anything about spoiling the fun, there is no Crimson Moon, Shaohua can also take a moment, come, cheers!"

Hal was also free and easy, and greeted loudly, and the three of them drank a few drinks together, talking and laughing.

However, the world is peaceful here, and the situation in the Kingdom of Casevia in the south of Farolan is very tense, and the Demon Descendants and the Church of Light are constantly sending a helping hand there, and a big war is about to break out!

North of Bushen City, Belfort District, Guzman's house.

In the beautiful back garden, Alves, with long silver hair and a handsome spirit, is sitting on a stone bench in the garden, holding this knight in his hand and reading:

"Ah, the future!

I have come to you from the account of the past, from the present with trembling hands with excitement!

I stepped into your saddle,

What new banner will you raise to welcome me on the flagpole of the tower that has not yet been built?

How will you light the smoke of plunder in the castles and gardens that I used to love?

How many golden years have you arranged,

You are unmanageable,

You have predicted a treasure that you will have to obtain at a high price,

You are the kingdom I am going to conquer,

Future! ”

The voice is magnetic and full of emotion, and it can be seen that this is a literary and artistic youth.

"Lord Alves, I'm sorry to disturb you, but there's news from Duke Brian, who has gone to Cassvia.

He found Prince Miró, in the small town of Oratán, north of Cassvia.

However, the shepherds of the Church have also discovered their traces, and a large number of paladins and priests are ready to surround them. ”

After a pause, Marquis Gary Guzmán of the Underworld continued: "Prince Miro's injuries have not healed, and the situation is not optimistic, Duke Bryan hopes that you can go to support them and cover their retreat." ”

Alves put the book on the stone table, looked at the wisteria on the flower stand and muttered for a while, then shook his head: "The Blackwing Clan and the Soul Fire Clan have been friends for generations, and it is expected that Brian will help, but the relationship between our Dark Underworld and the Blackwing Clan is not friendly.

Besides, there will be a cultural salon in a few days, and I don't have time to go to Casvia. ”

Marquis Gary, who was straight, wearing a washed snow-white shirt and a white vest, and a black bow tie, flashed a trace of helplessness on his face: "But, Lord Alves, this time is different from the past, and we should also unite."

If you don't help, Prince Miro may be dissatisfied. ”

With a gentle smile, Alves' voice was calm: "If you are dissatisfied, you will be dissatisfied, I can't beat Gonzalez anyway." ”

Wearing a tuxedo and neatly combed hair, Marquis Gary hesitated a little: "My lord, if you use the Primal Darkness, you may not be able to fight. ”

The Primordial Darkness, a famous spear owned by the Dark Underworld, a famous demon family, is currently in the hands of Alves.

This gun is very powerful, and he is qualified to run for the title of the strongest gun, which was given to him by the dark lord of the Dark Clan.

Alves' talent is extremely high, and the demon's strength is slower than that of humans, but when he was 75 years old, he was promoted to the Grand Duke.

By analogy with human beings, he became a saint at the age of twenty-three or four, which is quite amazing.

You must know that Keisha is 28 years old, Hal is 35 years old, and Rafael is 32 years old, and they are all fourth-order peaks.

Although it is not that the younger the rank, the higher the rank, the more powerful it will be, but it is enough to show Alves's talent.

Among the human beings, those who can be promoted to the Holy Realm at the age of 40 are all amazing and brilliant characters.

At the stone table, a black vortex appeared on the back of Alves' right hand, and layers of invisible ripples spread like water waves.

The vision around him suddenly dimmed, like an abyss, as if the light had been swallowed up, he hesitated, and it didn't take long for the whirlpool to disappear and everything returned to normal.

He picked up the knight again: "I don't like to fight people, I like art." ”

Marquis Gary sighed when he saw this, bowed and turned to leave, he knew that Alves had a very special background, he was a very rare half-blood.

He was raised by his human mother and was educated in human morality, so many of the demons had difficulty understanding his thoughts and actions.

Alves refused to help, but the Crimson Grand Duke of the Norman Empire pondered for a moment and set off instead.

Grand Duke Crimson is a female blood named Terena Nicole, who is said to have been the lady-in-waiting of the Dark Monarch, the Blood Queen.

The southwestern frontier of the Norkman Empire was hilly, with rolling hills, lush trees, and streams that meandered from the mountains to the towns at the foot of the mountains.

The sky was cloudy, drizzling, and the humid air smelled of wildflowers and grass.

It's night, it's cold, there's no moon, and the rain is dripping.

The blue-gray adobe brick building has gradually dissolved under the rain over the years.

Through the quiet street is the back of the crimson Grand Duke Trena.

The pure black leather cape, the long hem, fluttering in the wind, the faintly visible posture, concave and convex, wantonly writing the beauty of the curve.

A gentle breath aroused Trena's alarm, and she suddenly turned her head, and the amazing momentum rushed towards her!

Behind her, a graceful woman in a blue and white dress seemed to be frightened and stopped.

Fear, nervousness, a sting colder than the weather, that's how she feels to the average person.

Delicate face, brown-red hair, red lips seductive, wearing a black tight-fitting leather coat.

Trena, who turned her head and walked step by step, was as cold and swaying as a pure black rose, and her posture was clear.

It's not a model's seductive stride, it's a little bigger, and a pair of long legs alternate with a firm rhythm, showing off its infinite charm.

The advantage of the Bloodline is that it doesn't need strong enough muscles to have enough strength.

And this kind of power, coupled with these snow-white and elastic long legs, if it were in bed, what kind of situation would it be, it is worth pondering.

Dressed in a dress and holding an oil-paper umbrella, Catherine's mother, Helen Virginis Blois, pondered the question.

Her voice was crisp and moving: "Is this the charm of a high-ranking female blood clan?"

This is the transcendence of beauty, the sublimation of temperament, and the condensation of spirit.

A high-ranking blood clan, a long life of more than a thousand years, eternal youth, aristocratic education deep into the bone marrow, and countless killings.

I kind of understand why female demons can lure so many heroes and heroes to fall.

This is a unique advantage, the more discerning and with strong aesthetic ability, the more you can appreciate this dangerous, gorgeous, deathly, noble and cold beauty. ”

There was no jealousy in her voice, but admiration, and the Duchess felt it, as if a boy had met the goddess of his dreams, and could not help but praise it loudly.

The Bokmian race, with a gentle temperament like water, looks pretty good, has good skin, as if it can be broken by blowing, and has a graceful figure, which can be regarded as a beauty by human aesthetic standards.

These thoughts flashed in her heart, of course Terena knew that the other party was not an ordinary person, and she only noticed the other party when the other party approached about 20 meters behind her.

It was incredible, even if she didn't usually spread out the realm, with the sensitivity of her Grand Duke Bloodline to blood, she could detect any larger creature within 100 meters of her.

"Who are you?"

Trena's voice was silky, but colder than the rain that fell on her black clothes.

Helen turned the oil-paper umbrella, her face was pitiful, but her voice was very soft: "A young woman lost in the rainy alley, this noble and beautiful lady, can you accompany me here to wait for the dawn?"

A weak woman is very lonely in such a bleak night. ”

Trena's scarlet pupils erected, like a beautiful snake, and a cold and dangerous feeling came to her face: "You're going to stop me?" ”

Helen took a step back and gently stroked Liuhai: "Why should women be embarrassed by women."

If the men want to be heroes and play majestic, let them go, and the girls will have a good time.

Just watch from the sidelines, and listen to their brags afterwards to satisfy their vanity.

Look at those men who have left their names in history, which one is not a bunch of red faces behind them, even so, they can still get countless praises, if there are a bunch of men behind us women, it would be good not to be scolded as sluts.

This kind of game of war and conquest has been played for thousands of years, and most women can only be used as foils, highlighting the majesty and heroic nature of those big pigs' trotters.

Ma'am, why bother with such a thing? ”

Terena raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she found it interesting: "Oh, then what do you say you should do?" ”

Helen smiled indifferently, took out a pink camera, and said softly:

"Ma'am, you are so beautiful, why don't you dedicate yourself to art?"