Princess Tirene, who had closed her eyes and was waiting to die, opened her eyes suddenly, and looked in the direction from which the voice came from in disbelief.

Cynthia stepped out of the gap in the wall, her body surging with power deeper than magic. She is so dazzling that she even overshadows the light of Xiaobai and Hao Yun. The two of them followed behind the female mage.

"Who are you?" Farah asked in surprise.

"I'm Cynthia Aerynn." The mage replied calmly, but her eyes looked at Princess Tireen gently.

The four eyes are facing each other, and everything is silent.

"Eaton's little white dove?" Farah nodded appreciatively, "The battle plan is good, except that it is too naïve, it is almost perfect. ”

"Lord Farah, please don't talk about anything that is not relevant to this case." Cynthia sneered and confronted, with the virtue of a legal pioneer.

"Okay, okay!" The king of mercenaries sniffled and raised his hand in surrender. Uncles are always patient with beautiful and intelligent young girls, and this one is no exception, "Tell me, what can I defend Tirene." ”

"I'd like to start by saying a few words to my defender." Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands, Cynthia was burned at the stake.

Farah made a rather gentlemanly "please" gesture and stepped aside.

"Cynthia......" Tilling was tied to a pillar behind her back, and she saw Cynthia approaching, anxiously trying to say something.

Cynthia shook her head and didn't let her continue. She took the princess's face and kissed it deeply.

Silence, deathly silence.

Civilians, defenders, mercenaries, respected His Majesty the King, the powerful lame wolf, and even Hao Yun and Xiaobai, who were playing soy sauce, opened their mouths wide.

The vast earth, the bloody battlefield, the class struggle, the people's judgment, the world's gaze, in all this, two beautiful maidens, one tied to the stake, the other embraced, their kiss, what a shocking scene.

Farah quietly took two steps back.

Can't afford to mess with it! RBQ！

Farah has always considered himself a maverick, and the aristocrats are all wine bags and rice bags. He was very fond of doing all sorts of shocking things and enjoying the shock of people, such as today's trial. But compared to Cynthia Tiline's kiss, she is a second-rate person!

It turns out that the great nobles have been pondering these all day long? Leave!

After a long time, Cynthia let go of Princess Tirene. She gently and pityingly stroked her lover's face: "The person who should be judged is me, it is I who has never had the courage to listen to my heart, it is I who have never had the courage to accept your love and make you so miserable." ”

She turned around and angrily accused the mercenary king: "You are the ones who deserve to be judged! It's people like you who make me reject my little white flower again and again. It's ridiculous that I care what you people think. Do you understand love, do you understand hate? You don't understand anything at all! Why! Why can't women love each other! Why can't men love each other! ”

"I'm the one who should be burned!" Cynthia hugged Tilin tightly, "I set the fire in the Marquis of Spencer's mansion, and I will never accept my little white flower to marry anyone." If the whole world stops us, I will kill the whole world. ”

"Tireen, this time we're never going to be apart." She cried and hugged her lover affectionately.

A bright smile bloomed on Tirene's face, and all the suffering and torture finally stopped caring at this moment. Death, fire, and destruction no longer matter.

"Cynthia, don't cry, we should be happy." She comforted Cynthia, "The world of the future will understand us and know our value." ”

For the first time, Farah had a headache on his face, he thought he was deviant enough, but he didn't expect to be fooled in an even more deviant way.

He felt that his compulsion had dropped a lot.

Even he himself was deeply shocked by Cynthia's remarks, "Why can't men and men love each other?" Hearing this, Farah and Luke glanced at each other with a clear eye.

Damn, it's scary! The two of them only felt that the chrysanthemum was tight, and quickly turned their eyes away.

"King, what should I do?" The mercenaries holding torches high ask the king of mercenaries.

"Burn, burn, burn." The mercenary king waved his hand in annoyance.

"Hey! It's all burning?! Hao Yun and Xiaobai quit, "Is your mercenary group an FFF regiment?" ”

Especially Xiaobai, he didn't agree at all. She looked at the two hugging people on the stake, her eyes full of little stars.

- Sister Cynthia, so good, so good!

"What are you?" The king of mercenaries was in an extremely bad mood, and just wanted to drive people away, when suddenly his nose twitched twice.

The aroma of beer.

Everyone understands that if you drink too much one night, you can still blow out drunk driving the next day.

"It's you?!" Farah's eyes suddenly changed, "Interesting, interesting!" It's so much fun! Hahaha! ”

The mercenary king's whole body erupted with an astonishing momentum, and this momentum alone blew others away from each other. Hao Yun's feet were deeply rooted in the ground, and he was also carried backwards by the impact for more than ten meters, leaving deep marks on the ground. The soles of my shoes are smoking.

Only Xiaobai was not affected at all, she stood stupidly for a while, and suddenly understood the situation. Hurriedly stumbled and ran behind Hao Yun to hide.

Girl, it's very good.

"Last night on the Winter Walking Mountain, it was you!" Farah's whole body was like substance, solidifying into a flowing silvery-white, and he slowly drew his knife to the sky. The blue sky above his head dimmed at a visible speed, and the dense clouds centered on him and spun rapidly above 10,000 meters.

The power of one person actually changed the color of heaven and earth. Those who were not familiar with this scene were still watching dumbfoundedly, while those who were familiar with the mercenary king were retreating in a hurry. The lame wolf is about to launch his full strength, and it is not safe within a radius of more than ten miles.

"Huh?" Hao Yun pointed to himself, "We've met?" Did I mess with you? Hey, wait, why come up and open big! It's unreasonable! Anyway, this is big, right? If you want to say that this is a Q skill, I will quit now, believe it or not! ”

So, if you drink and make a mistake, you don't know who you've messed with.

Fah's anger is understandable, it has to do with psychological construction, Einstein once said that each of us has a self in our hearts. That's what you think you are.

Farah's self is not the king of mercenaries, not the co-ruler of the north, not even the vanguard of the revolution, these are just boring jobs for him.

His true self will always be the boy who rides a thunderbird and chases the wind. He can roar in the free sky:

- I, Farah, Glias, the fastest!

Until last night, it was overtaken.

On the top of the winter mountain last night, he drank beer bitterly, like on the green field, Messi watched Mbappe ride into the dust.

"Young people! What should I give you? A cruel and evil smile appeared on Farah's face, "I might as well send you despair." ”

This is the true nature of the king of mercenaries.

If you can't beat it, you can cut it, this is the real sportsmanship!

The super-long *** is wrapped in hurricanes on top of each other, just like the rocks on the top of a high mountain that have been tempered for thousands of years, making a dangerous and sharp explosion in the wind. Farah crossed the Wind Blade, which was too heavy for him, and struck in a spurt stance.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.