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She ordered Paris to escort herself and Lirea to Cila's dormitory.

Along the way, Paris cleverly knocked out several soldiers and dragged them into the shadows of the castle, re-checking that there were no soldiers in the vicinity before deciding to open the door to Syrah's bedroom.

The moment she opened Sila's bedroom, a delicate but powerful fist struck from the shadow of the door.

The strong fist blew away the "diaper" on Jamila's head, well, I haven't forgotten this thing.

"Master, be careful."

Paris expressionlessly pulled out the cherry blossom leaf behind him, and swung out a backhand to intercept the path of the fist strike.

Then the owner of the Fist seemed to have noticed something, and turned the target to Paris.

In an instant, the other party rushed out of the dormitory, turned into a white shadow, and approached Paris, the speed of the two was so fast that Jamila couldn't distinguish each other's figures at all.

Paris also felt that the opponent was difficult, but at this time, Paris's face was no longer in a state of facial expression, but turned into an excited smile.

Her dilated pupils and grinning mouth revealed her mood at this moment, and her sharp fangs shimmered with a little silver.

It was a kind of ecstasy, like the smile of a mad hunter when he encountered a rare prey.

Paris's figure flickered and merged with the white figure and turned into a tragic tornado.

At the same time, the battlefield between the two is no longer limited to the ground, and even extends to the ceiling, and the sound of the steel fist and the crystal clear cherry blossom knife hitting each other makes a muffled "bang" sound.

Jamila watched the battle between the two with some anxiety, this level of battle was not something she could participate in, and at this time there was only tension left in her heart.

"Sister? How are you? ”

Akala, who suddenly came out of the room, looked at Jamila with a look of surprise.

Jamila turned to Sira and asked, "Who is this?" Let them stop, and if they go on like this, they will bring the soldiers in. ”

Ciara looked at Jamila, turned to the two who were fighting fiercely, and called, "Afu, come back quickly!" It's a friend, not an enemy! ”

So this is Afu? It seems that it is really a divine relic, and it is on par with Paris.

I thought that Sira's words would make Afu stop, but the battle between the two did not pause at all, as if there was a life-and-death feud.

Jamila also tried to keep her voice down and shouted to Paris: "Paris, stop fighting!" That's Afu, as we just said, it's the same divine relic as you. ”

Paris did not follow Jamila's orders this time, and Aph and Paris seemed to be natural mortal enemies, and once they met, they began a never-ending battle.

However, Aph's character panel Jamila can't be called up, because her movements are so fast that Jamila can't choose a target until now.

At this time, Jamila was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, but there was nothing she could do to stop the two men.

Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and shouted at Paris, "Paris, do you want to listen to my orders?" If you don't stop, I won't help you complete the ritual again! ”

Who thought that as soon as these words were shouted, Paris immediately forced Afu back, and the two stood face to face in the corridor.

Damn, how much do you like kissing? I'm just talking about it casually.

Jamila looked at the state of the two with a confused expression, Paris's HP had fallen by about 30%, and Afu's state was similar.

Now Afu is on all fours, with short silver-white hair on her cute little face, but her expression is not so harmonious, at this time she is baring her teeth, like a big fried dog, the snow-white maid costume has no trace of impurities, and a big fluffy tail is standing up at the hem of the skirt, like a spear rising into the sky.

Jamila hurriedly opened Afu's panel to check.

【Av Corvinus】

[Race: Relic Werewolf]

[Profession: Fighter Identity: Bloodthirsty Attack Maid]

It turned out to be a werewolf... It's no wonder that he and Paris are like enemies of life and death, but why haven't I heard the name Afu?

Is there a hero named Afu in history?

Unlike Paris, who appears on the official poster, who is this Ave, and why did she become Ciadra's maid?

It's so annoying, it's really more and more difficult to solve the problem, whether someone wants to be a queen well!

"Afu, come over here."

Hearing Sila's call, Afu put away her fighting stance, stared at Paris with a wary face, slowly walked behind Ciadra, half-squatted, and stared at Paris vigilantly from Sila's shoulder, for fear that she had some bad intentions.

Paris sheathed his knife and retreated behind Jamila.

"Why are you fighting so hard?"

Jamila asked Paris with a reproachful expression.

"Master, big dogs are all bad people, I'm afraid she will hurt her master."

Paris regained his facial paralysis at this point and replied softly.

"You're the big dog, you abominable bat monster!"

Hearing Paris's "insult", Aph really couldn't sit still, and poked her head out from behind Sila's back to reprimand Paris loudly.

Paris looked too lazy to pay attention to you, and sorted out the cloak that had been broken in the previous battle with his hands, and when he saw that it could not be recovered, he simply took off his robe entirely.

Her long, bright red hair was revealed.

Seeing Paris's action, Afu entered the battle mode again, baring her teeth and making a whining sound.

When Sila saw Afu like this, she quickly touched her head, and after a while, Afu calmed down and enjoyed Sila's caress with a comfortable face.

Seeing that the appearance of this Shura field had finally come to an end, Jamila sighed, and asked Cira to take Aph into the dormitory first, and then she also walked in with Lirea and Paris.

At this time, I can't stay in the corridor anymore, and I don't know if the battle just now will attract soldiers.

Entering Syrah's bedroom, Aph and Paris both chose to stand at a distance, looking at each other warily.

"Sila, are you hurt?"

Jamila walked up to Cira, looked at her condition, and asked with some concern.

"Don't worry, I've got Afu by my side, and everything is fine, but I heard that you were attacked outside, it's terrible."

Ciara leaned into Jamila's arms and looked up with a worried look, which made Jamila's heart hot.

Sure enough, Sira will still worry about me, this tsundere little princess.

But the next sentence left Jamila speechless.

"If you die, your corpse will definitely be ruined by a lot of homeless people, and when the time comes, you will have to wash it, and I will vomit when I think about it."

Hey, what the hell are you making up for in your head? Do you say that about your sister?

When Lirea heard this, she only covered her mouth and smiled: "The relationship between the queen and the sisters is really good. ”

Lirea, is there something wrong with your worldview? It's already a curse, isn't it?

Seeing that Syrah couldn't help, and Lirea was also frightened, Jamila called Paris and whispered to her, "Paris, I need your help, you bring the chief guard here now, it's time for us to get some information from him." ”

When Paris heard this order, he paused and looked at Jamila with a look of hope, "Master, you need a ritual..."

"No ritual required! You didn't listen to me anymore! ”

Jamila reprimanded her heart, and she didn't give me peace of mind at this time.

Paris drooped his head, looking unmotivated, walking slowly like the door, and turning around in three steps, which made Jamila a little unbearable.

"Okay, okay, do it well this time, I'll give you a reward!"

Jamila finally couldn't stand Paris's pitiful look and compromised.

"Master, I'll come as soon as I go."

Hearing this, Paris instantly turned into a black wind, showing a speed that he had never seen before, and without seeing her movements, the door in front of him was blown open in the black wind, and then closed with a "bang".

Seeing Paris's movements, Afu continued to make a "whine" sound, looking unhappy.

And after Paris left, Jamila also breathed a sigh of relief, but after thinking about it, no, so the previous kisses were all Paris's pit himself?

Obviously a skill that can be completed without any ghost ritual, she actually lied to me so many kisses?

"Paris, I'm going to cut your bat wings into a stew!"

Jamila gritted her teeth at this and muttered to herself.

Siela walked up to her sister with an unhappy face and asked, "Sister, what is your relationship with this maid?" ”

The sudden question made Jamila a little flustered, this is a super murderous sister, you have to pay attention to the words used when answering.

"Well, it's my personal maid, yes, that's right, it's just a personal maid."

Sira narrowed her eyes, "Really? ”

Jamila looked innocent, "Really. ”

When Sira saw her like this, she didn't believe her words more and more.

Ciara stepped forward and approached Jamila and asked in a loud voice, "You little/baby who doesn't abide by women's morals, have you done something behind my back?" ”

Hey, my dear sister, what the hell are you talking about?

"You... What are you talking about? ”

"You **** monster, perverted breastfeeder, ugly ******! I hate you the most! ”

Sila's indiscriminate insults made Jamila collapse instantly.

Hey, where did you learn these words, it's beyond the scale of all ages!

"My dear sister, you are..."

Jamila was about to explain, but Cira didn't look back, threw herself on the bed, and let out a sobbing sound.

Jamila felt like she had nothing to love for herself.

And Lirea covered her mouth at the right time and chuckled: "The relationship between the queen's sisters is really good." ”

Enough! You tell me where it is!