The girl's heart was beating to her throat, she felt her scalp tingling, and every cell in her body was tense to the limit, something she had never felt before. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info There's no denying that it's definitely a good feeling.

The knight's hand slowly slid from her shoulder to her back, and the kiss did not end, the hands that had aroused goosebumps all over her body, down the groove of the spine, and finally rested on the last of her vertebrae, and the long kiss ended.

She blushed as if she had just done something terrible, and the feeling was as embarrassing as being stripped naked and walking through the streets, or doing something wrong with a penniless fisherman. She buried her head low, as if it were going to be in the dust, and her eyes could almost see the mud on her heels.

The girl was about to look up to explain, when a finger pressed against her lips and made a silent gesture.

"Don't talk, let me guess. Alan smiled charmingly, his voice low and gentle, "You must be thinking, you just pressed me something, right?"

Without waiting for the girl to speak, Alan took her hand and continued to say in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I've picked it up." After speaking, he put the girl's hand on his chest, "Do you feel it? It's still jumping, but fortunately it hasn't been crushed by you.....

Allen's words made the girl giggle, and she suddenly realized her gaffe, and then pursed her lips again, and the tangled face made her not very good-looking face look a little better. But only a little.

"I just saw you in the hall. Alan said as he gently rubbed the girl's long red hair, "You don't look like any other girl." ”

The girl raised her head slightly, and her voice was as small as a mosquito fly. "Your Excellency. She said, "What's different about me?"

"Because you can make my heart fall out, and even almost be crushed by you. Alan finished and moved his hand to the girl's waist.

He took a step forward, thinking she was going to dodge, but she didn't, and he walked closer, close enough to put his mouth to her earlobe. "There's a knight in silver armor sitting in the hall," he whispered softly, "he's a lackey of Patton's brother-in-law, and I'm sure everyone in Nippur City hates that mere lord, and I'm going to kill him now, will you help me?"

After speaking, Alan gently kissed the girl on the cheek, tilted his head, and looked into her eyes with deep eyes.

"Of course!" she said, covering her mouth, as if realizing that her voice was too loud. At this moment, she had already been fascinated by the knight in front of her, there was an indescribable magic in his body, and his smile was like a swamp, and she had fallen into it from the moment she saw him.

"Righteous knight, tell me what to do. The girl felt Alan's snort, and her heart was still pounding.

"I'll sprinkle this potion into his wine later, and I'll take care of the rest." After Allen finished speaking, he took out the brown potion from his mouth and stuffed it into the girl's hand.

"Is that all it take?" asked the girl softly.

Alan nodded and smiled softly at her.

The girl's breathing became more rapid, and she clenched the bottle in her hand, cherishing it as if it were her own cornea. Alan watched her walk to the back kitchen, leaning against the corner wall and pouting.

After a while, the girl came over with a piece of pie and a glass of red wine, and she stopped beside Alan.

"My lord, the stuff is in, I'm ..... I went. ”

Alan reached out and put his arm around the girl's waist and whispered, "When all this is done, open the best room in the inn in my name, and wait there for me to come back." With that, he reached out and patted the girl's buttocks, and smiled mysteriously at her.

The girl's newly calmed heart was instantly hung to her throat, and a blush spread from her cheeks to the base of her ears, and her hand holding the plate began to tremble a little, and after taking a few deep breaths, she walked down to the hall with her head down.

Alan looked around the corner of the hall, standing just in the way of a pillar, and he couldn't see Kenny's face, but he could see the table in front of him. A pie and a glass of wine were placed on the table, and he made sure that Kenny had picked up the glass, and when he put it down, there was a little less red liquid, and he turned to look down the stairs of the hall, where the girl nodded at him, and then hurried up the stairs.

"Tell me!Where is this?!"

An angry roar resounded through the hall, and the noisy hall fell silent immediately. Alan hurried down the hall to find Kenny carrying a dwarf merchant in a folding hat in both hands, the unlucky man had been lifted off the ground, his feet struggling and swinging in the air.

Alan walked up to Kenny and looked at Kenny with an angry face, and the two met eye contact for a second. Kenny's eyes were sometimes misty, sometimes frightened, he suddenly let go of the merchant in his hand, the merchant wearing a folded hat fled, Kenny crouched on the ground, hugged his head in pain, and muttered something in his mouth.

Two soldiers in iron armor stood up in the hall, and when Alan saw that their belts were clasped with horn crests, he picked up the cup on the table and slammed it to the ground.

There was a 'pop' sound, and the red liquid splashed all over the ground.

"Damn, who's the owner of this inn?!Get out of here!" Alan yelled angrily.

Two servants trotted over with a middle-aged man, looking at Alan with an angry face in horror.

"My lord, what's the matter?" the middle-aged man asked softly, bowing slightly.

"Do you know who he is? He's the head coach of the Horned Cavalry Regiment!" Allen raised the last three words an octave, "As far as I know, he doesn't drink like that, do you have something in it?!"

The middle-aged man bent his waist lower, and he replied in a timid voice, "My lord, how dare we do such a thing in the inn, even if this guest is not the chief instructor of the Horn Legion, we will never do such a thing, let alone he." ”

"Really, then why is the chief instructor of our cavalry regiment like this? tell me!" Allen said aggressively, and his eyes swept over to the two soldiers who stood up, only to see them sit down again.

The middle-aged man took a step forward and whispered, "My lord, the owner of this inn is the younger brother of the Duchess of Ferro, you see....." The man paused, and then continued, "..... Captain Taylor seems to need the Duke of Feelo's help with something recently, if you make such a fuss, wouldn't it be good if it reaches the Duchess's ears?"

Alan snorted softly after hearing this, brushed aside the middle-aged man and walked towards the two horned legionnaires not far away, and the soldiers stood up when they saw Alan coming.

'Smack-, smack-'

Two crisp sounds silenced the hall, and the two soldiers never dreamed that the stranger would raise his hand to slap him twice.

Alan glared at the two soldiers in front of him, grabbed the hair of one of the soldiers with one hand, pressed it to the face of one of the soldiers, and asked through gritted teeth, "You two bastards are staring at the general sect army like this?"