Of course, Lu Ming didn't know about Gilles's madness, because at the moment he was sitting on the beach with Joan of Arc. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The saint threw her stockings on the beach, propped her hands behind her back, looked up at the sky, her two bare feet dangling gently in the water, and with the swing of her two smooth legs, Lu Ming's eyes were also moving.

"Joan of Arc, I've wanted to ask for a long time."

Lu Ming's attention was not actually on the legs of the saint and her ****, but on some strange things that were revealed as if nothing was revealed under the hem of her skirt.

"You, don't you wear fat times?"

Lu Ming, who had been paying attention to the Holy Maiden's skirt for a long time and hadn't seen any corners of his clothes, finally discovered the problem, there was definitely a vacuum in this?

Oddly enough, he brought the question up.

However, in response to his words, the saint tilted her head slightly, and she turned her head to look at him at a 45-degree angle in the new house, and said with a blank face:

"Fat times...... What is it? ”

It seems that not only does she not wear fat times, but she doesn't even know what fat times are.

Lu Ming slapped his forehead, he only remembered now, it seemed that in the era of the heroic spirits, there was no fat.

Even if you summon them and give them modern knowledge, how can you think about it if you suddenly ask them to wear something they have never seen before?

It turns out that you heroic spirits are all fat factions!

In an instant, Lu Ming seemed to have received an exciting news.

But on the surface, he was still very calm, pretending to be a gentleman, and continued to chat with the saint about this obviously very unpleasant topic:

"It's underwear, the things you usually wear under your skirt, haven't you worn them?"

As soon as the words fell, Joan of Arc was stunned, I don't know why, the holy woman who had never cared about this issue was after listening to the master's words. It was as if I felt a gust of wind gently blowing under my skirt, chilling.

The saint couldn't help but put her legs together, even if the sea breeze was cold at night, she could feel the burning on her face.

"Underwear. I—I've tried it before...... But it's not very comfortable to wear......"

The implication is that she acquiesces that she is not a fat faction.

Joan of Arc lowered her head slightly, her long golden hair covered her expression, and Lu Ming could feel Joan of Arc's embarrassed face.

If you're shy, don't answer!

Lu Ming scratched his head in embarrassment, and suddenly found that he was too embarrassed to answer. Regarding this question, it must be uncomfortable for an ancient knight to suddenly put on underwear or something, and his feelings must be the same as that of modern people wearing a tight armor.

So he expressed his understanding of Joan of Arc's fat behavior, so he had to round himself up:

"Yes, yes, you usually have armor to bind your clothes when you fight, and it is impossible for people to see inside...... Ahaha......"

The atmosphere was so embarrassing, after Lu Ming finished speaking, the holy woman didn't know how to answer, so she could only lower her head and nod gently. It shows its own identity.

"There's a sevant vibe."

Lu Ming suddenly broke the atmosphere with a serious remark, which made Joan of Arc on the side panic, and the hand supporting him behind him softened, and he almost fell to the ground.

Therefore, the master's thinking change is a bit fast, and the saint really can't keep up.

However, she quickly stood up from the beach, and while the other party had not yet come, she put on her stockings and asked Lu Ming:

"Which one? I didn't feel the breath of sevant, could it be an assassin? ”

Joan of Arc didn't feel that there were other sevant, it seemed. The other party seems to be hiding well?

However, Lu Ming gave her the answer.

"No, they're still far from here, you'll find out soon."

Lu Ming also looked at it with the help of the map entry function of Dongmu City in the system. Where they used to enter, whenever an enemy passed by, there would be a red dot displayed.

As for the red dot beside him, he didn't want to pay attention to it, he didn't see them react after watching the excitement for so long, but a red dot in the distance that 'flew' towards here at a very fast speed. Caught his attention.

That's right, it was 'flying', and by the time Joan of Arc stepped on the silver boots, a thundering ox cart had already appeared in front of her.

"Chariots?"

The holy woman had already re-grasped the holy flag in her hand, gently shielded the dazzling thunder in front of her, looked at the Shenwei wheel surrounded by thunder and lightning, and saw a red-bearded man and a young man in green from above.

"I am Iskandar, King of Conquerors! In this Holy Grail War, he appeared in the world as a rider job! Although this war will compete with you for the Holy Grail, but can you enter my command and give the Holy Grail to me? ”

"If so, I will consider you a friend, and share in the joy of conquering the world!"

The King of Conquest opened his arms, the red cloak behind him rattled, and he shouted such words to Joan of Arc with emotion, and after speaking, Webb beside him was at first a little angry.

“Rider！”

Webber pulled on the cloak of the King of Conquest and called him unhappily, is there such a swaggering servant as him? Isn't the Holy Grail War supposed to hide its real name? Is it a mockery to say your real name with such fanfare, and to shout for others to surrender?

Weber, who didn't have the idea of having a conflict with others this time, suddenly felt that his head was big, can you have a snack, you say so, not only will others not surrender, but they must also be angry, isn't this looking for trouble!

Sure enough, as Webber expected, when the words of the King of Conquest landed, the other party had already stepped out, and the tip of the spear on the silver holy banner gently drew a circle in the air, and finally pointed at the chariot of the King of Conquest.

"If that's what you're here to say, then please go back quickly. Otherwise, I will next take your words as a declaration of war against us. ”

The stern-faced saint said this to the two of them seriously, just as she once had faith in God that could not be desecrated, and her heartfelt devotion to the master was not just words, and if someone insulted her loyalty like this, then she would never forgive.

Seeing this, Weber seemed to know what was going to happen next, and sat back in the chariot of the king of conquest weakly, and sighed.

As for the king of conquest, he dug out his ears indifferently and muttered in his mouth:

"Did the negotiation fail......

Seeing that the King of Conquest did not seem to have any intention of introspection, the Holy Maiden frowned a little angrily, and with a soft snort, the tip of the spear had already stabbed towards the King of Conquest. (To be continued.) )