"Hmm!"

With a satisfied snort, Her Majesty the Honourable Queen was stripped of her majesty and enjoyed the pleasures of a woman as a woman. Her eyes were blurred, and she felt the strongest man in the Geffen Kingdom descend from her.

The rapid wheezing was very clear in the bedroom, and the sturdy wooden bed almost fell apart, and it took a long time for it to calm down.

The Queen leaned against Gross's strong chest, and Gross played with the Queen's hair.

"Is it really okay to let him go like this? In case ......"

Gross finally broke the silence, but when he spoke, it was not sweet words, but dark politics.

However, the queen was not dissatisfied, for her power is her food, and other activities, such as bed activities, are just pre-dinner snacks, just taste them, but they are not necessary.

Therefore, for this kind of soothing exercise, talking about politics and talking about rights is exactly what she likes, and it is also a habit that their husband and wife have developed.

"No if, no exceptions." The queen had a sweet smile on her face, her flushed cheeks flushed even more, and she looked a little excited: "After three days, he will definitely hand over all military power." ”

Gross was puzzled and said, "However, Pande's old thing will never be honest. ”

"I know!" The queen said, "So, I'll find a way to get him to be honest." ”

As she spoke, she complained: "Hmph! If it weren't for the fact that he was my uncle and needed to keep him to stabilize the situation, this old thing would have died a long time ago. ”

"Hmm." Gross was relieved, he believed his wife, and when it came to scheming, this beautiful and noble woman was a genius in this area, more proficient than most men, and her ruthlessness was chilling.

Since she said that there was no problem, it was no problem.

With nephrite in her arms, Gross's hand began to become dishonest......

Whether it's Angela's former home in the Western Middle Ages or here, there's a special kind of politics that circulates there.

Valen, who was not inferior to the anti-king's forces, had a large family backing him, with the title of earl, two towns, seven castles and 12 villages, as well as a forest and a stream, and more importantly, he was also the commander of the Delof garrison.

And this position of corps commander is not just obtained by virtue of everything.

Valen was still quite talented when he was young, he was good at poetry riding and fencing hunting, once had a record of successfully hunting a bear alone, won the championship in several knightly competitions, and once led the army to encircle and suppress the bandits, it can be said that he was also a young man at that time, and it was also with these achievements and good family background that he successfully obtained an important position in the garrison legion, and later made many achievements, and finally became the commander of the garrison corps.

And now, as he gets older, he also decays, and he no longer has the momentum of his youth, and his skills inevitably have a downward trend.

Due to the common disease of the aristocracy, there were more women who had experienced, and his iron spear was also sharpened too much, and problems began to appear.

With a soft snort, Valen slid up from a pretty man on the bed, and his once angular abs were gone, replaced by a lump of fat.

Perhaps because of the price of being in this position, he contracted this problem.

After finishing the work, a burst of came to my heart, and I hurriedly put on my pajamas and pajamas, and was about to go out and walk towards the toilet.

Closing the door to the toilet and sitting on the toilet, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn, it can't be broken in the back!

Valen's brows furrowed slightly, and he was faintly worried in his heart, but he didn't pay attention to the footsteps that were getting closer and closer outside.

Bang!

The door of the toilet shook violently, and the sand and gravel on the top of his head fell down in the crack of the door, Valen was startled, looked at the door with a frightened face, and hurriedly shouted: "Who is it?" ”

The man outside the door did not answer, and was replaced by another loud bang at the door.

Valen broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly pulled out his dagger, which was once quite brave and good at fighting, but now he even held a dagger, and his hand trembled slightly.

He had already guessed some of them, and he was even more unhappy in his heart.

The door slammed for the third time, and this time, the sturdy wooden door finally couldn't hold on anymore and was reduced to pieces.

It wasn't that the latch was cracking, and at this time, Valen was somehow still in the mood to think about these messy things.

Outside the door, several strong men in black armor stood outside, holding iron guns and looking at Valen coldly.

Valen quickly stood up, years of experience told him that he must not stay in a narrow place like the toilet, and he must take the opportunity to run out to have a chance.

He stared coldly, rolled out, and then slashed the legs of two of them with his dagger, forcing them to kneel down so that they could take theirs, and fought hard for the guards to come and take them.

However, Valen did not have the skills of his youth, not to mention that at the moment he was still bare-bottomed, and his pants were taken off between his legs, which strictly restricted his movements, making him roll and stumble.

Damn it!

Valen's pupils shrank sharply, and he shivered at the cold touch of the few spearheads that had been pressed against his chest because of a mistake.

It's over, after all, it's a glance at yourself.

Valen sat down on the toilet again, her lips trembling, and she said, "Actually, I ......"

"Kill him......"

The two voices rang out at the same time, and Valen's face changed dramatically, and he swung his dagger to open an iron gun, and then the remaining iron spears pierced his chest, nailing them to the wall behind him.

Wow!

Varun spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the group of soldiers in front of him dejectedly.

He knows them, and as a commander, he doesn't know all the soldiers, but he must remember his own personal soldiers, and these people are his personal soldiers.

Valen stretched out his hand tremblingly and grabbed the barrel of the gun hard.

The bloody hand was so slippery that the gun slipped out of his hand, cutting her hand for it.

Finally, Valen's face changed, and his face turned pale

Poof!

A few more spears stabbed him in the body.

Varun spat out a mouthful of blood again, the severe pain made him tremble, he looked at the soldier in front of him unwillingly, opened his mouth to shout for help, but there was a violent cough.

If, if he wasn't going to the toilet, even if his skills regressed, it would be enough to support the arrival of reinforcements, but now, he couldn't even make a cry for help.

His hands hung down weakly, the dagger clanged to the ground, his eyes began to blur, he had to watch a figure approach, watch the man raise his long sword, a sword swept over, and then his vision quickly rotated, and he saw his headless self sitting on the toilet in embarrassment, blood gushing out, all over the toilet.

Is...... It's ugly!

Varun thought of his last meaning.

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