After the battle with Medeus, Alan didn't plan to enter the arena for a long time, he returned all the equipment to Laxa on the grounds that the academy was open, and agreed to continue their plan after the mid-year exams. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, not only Allen, Crete, Dolan, Minos, the three of them were also ready to leave the Klein Mansion together after this battle, unlike treating Allen, Laxa tried her best to keep the three of them, soft and hard, plus the three of them really couldn't find a suitable reason to refuse Laxa's request, and finally stayed, but the three of them did not plan to enter the arena again in a short time. Crete, in particular, has become more reticent since that battle, locking himself in his room all day.

Before Allen left, he had come to Crete's room and talked with him all night, and the next morning, Allen, who was very worried, packed his luggage and returned to the academy.

Laxa sent Charlie to take Alan to the academy in a carriage, but she came to the door of Crete.

"Knock," Laxa knocked lightly on the door.

"The door is not locked, please come in. Cretan's tired voice came from inside.

Laxa pushed the door open, and the pungent smell of magic potions hit her face, and Laxa couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose. When she saw everything in the room, she was dumbfounded.

Crete has turned his room into a magical laboratory!

Crete sat on the ground with his back to the door, and carefully fiddled with several medicine bottles in front of him, only to see him carefully drip the potion into one of them, and then dip the pen in the potion, drawing something on the ground.

"This..." Seeing that the room was full and the ground was in a mess, Laxa suddenly had a feeling that she had nowhere to stay, and hesitated for a while before finding a place that was out of the way, crouched down against the wall, and watched Crete draw seriously.

"It's..." Looking at this unfinished but extremely strange pattern, Laxa suddenly felt a strange sense of anxiety in her heart, but when she looked away, this anxiety disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that Crete didn't answer, Laxa asked again, "What is this..."

"Huh?" Crete looked up at Laxa in surprise, "Didn't Medus let you see this pattern before he died?"

"What pattern?" Laxa was stunned.

"That's it, it's strange, is it just me and Alan who saw it? After Crete finished speaking, he pulled a roll of brown paper from the side, Laxa took it and opened it, and found that there was a circular pattern drawn on the kraft paper, but just as Laxa wanted to take a closer look, she suddenly felt extremely uneasy in her heart, as if she was in a desperate situation, like a helpless lamb to the slaughter, just a glance, Laxa was sweating through her clothes again, and hurriedly threw the kraft paper aside. Strange to say, as soon as the pattern disappeared from Laxisa's vision, Laxiha's own feeling of extreme fear dissipated without a trace.

"What is this?" Laxa asked Crete, a little nervous, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead.

"This is the pattern that Medeus passed to me and Alan before he died, and this pattern, Medeus said, is the dragon power left in his mind by the Dragon Emperor to deter him, the king of the scorpion clan. ”

"The Dragon Emperor's Dragon Might!" Laksha's mouth suddenly opened in shock: "Since it is the Dragon Emperor's Dragon Might, why do you and Allen look like they're fine!"

Crete smiled tiredly and said, "Do you think I'm okay?" It's just that Lilia helped me share it, and besides, I used to bear the dragon power more directly, so I can still bear it, and Ilan, the ghost knows how he endured it, maybe, it's the knight's will is stronger," Crete said as he changed the medicine bottle in his hand again.

"What..." Laxa settled down, touched the scroll of brown paper again, unfolded it again and looked at it, but immediately gave up breathlessly, but Laxa is not a person who admits defeat easily, especially Long Wei who faced the Dragon Emperor for the first time, how could this arrogant woman give up easily.

So she tried again and again, and even used a ring that was not commonly used to activate and released a five- or eighth-level divine skill: divine breath to block the dragon power of the Dragon Emperor, but it didn't work.

Finally, after an eighth attempt, she could no longer hold her weakened body, and collapsed to the ground, spilling Crete's stacked manuscripts, a heavy book that hit a vial at Crete's feet, and the purple potion in the vial spilled on the pattern that Crete had just drawn more than halfway through.

"Ahh

Crete wanted to reprimand Laxia, but when he looked at it, he stopped suddenly, perhaps because Laxa had looked directly at Long Wei many times, Laxia was so weak that she fell asleep on a stack of books! At this time, her white shirt was already soaked, and it was tightly attached to her body, because of the problem of posture squeezing, the two subtle protrusions in a certain place were particularly conspicuous, the beautiful arcs, and the hooking outline, which made Crete a little helpless for a while, and her face was red to the root of her ears again.

If Lilia was awake now, she would have despised Crete, but Lilia had already fallen into a deep sleep because she helped him share the dragon's power, so to some extent, if Crete wanted to do something to Laxa now, no one would know.

"Laksha, Laksha?" Crete tried to push Laksha's shoulder, but at this time, Laksha was so soft and boneless that she slid to the ground, and the button of her collar burst open, revealing a scene that instantly congested a place in Crete.

Although Crete is a calm man, he is also a man, and he is also the age of hot-blooded Fanggang.

"What can I do about this, Can't look, Crete, how can you do such a thing!" When Crete realized what he was seeing, he immediately turned his back and stopped looking at Laksha, but curiosity about this thing can not only kill a cat, but also change a person.

"That... she slept on the floor, she would catch a cold..." Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he finally turned around slowly, crouched down, and quietly looked at the sleeping Laksha.

Because the high temperature will reduce the success rate of concocting magic potions, there is no magic array in Crete's room that provides heat, and Laxia, who is only wearing a single dress, is shivering slightly with cold even in her sleep, and can't help but hug her shoulders and curl up, if she hadn't seen this scene, Crete would still think that Laxia is a businessman who only likes money, at best a wealthy adventurer.

However, in front of him now was only a little woman cowering in the cold. He couldn't help but pick up Laxa horizontally, and was about to send her out of his room, but suddenly thought about it, Laxa was like this, and he carried her out by himself, I was afraid that it would really make others misunderstand, so he simply placed her here first. Of course, there is also an inexplicable careful thought, Laxitha's body is so soft that Crete unconsciously wants to stay with this woman for a while, it is this careful thought, together with the idea just now, persuaded Crete, carried Laxia to his bed, took off her loafers for her, covered the quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed and watched her fall asleep, while trying his best to suppress the vigorous vitality of a certain part of himself. Speaking of which, the daily necessities prepared by Laxa for several of them are of very high quality, the quilt is very warm, and after a while, Laxa no longer shiveres, it seems to be a little hot, a pair of feet naughtily poked out of the quilt, Crete smiled bitterly, the person in power of the Klein Chamber of Commerce, the nightmare in the eyes of many businessmen, and he actually kicked the quilt when he slept?

Seeing that Laxa was asleep, Crete stopped sitting on the edge of the bed and was about to get up and redraw the pattern, but as soon as he got up, Laksha's hand grabbed his wrist.

"Don't go!"

"Huh, are you awake?" Crete thought Laxa was awake, but when he turned around, he saw that Laxa was sleeping deeply.

"It's a dream," Crete smiled wryly.

"Don't go, Alan"

"Huh?" Hearing this, the blood from a certain part of Crete quickly dispersed, and he was stunned for a moment.

It turns out that she is also emotionally attached to Alan, and Crete sighed silently in his heart, a tightness somewhere in his heart, he clearly noticed that Laxa was holding his wrist tightly, although he wanted to break free of her hand and tell Laxa that he was not Alan, but he was afraid that this woman would wake up.

That's it, let's sit down for a while, Crete sat down helplessly, and in Laxa's dream, Alan smiled and returned to her side, she snuggled happily next to Alan like a little girl, hugged Alan's arm tightly, and put his hand in an indescribable place on her body.

Even in her sleep, Laksha's face gradually became flushed, and in the dream, she only felt that Alan's hand was so real, she could even feel the temperature of Alan's fingers, and felt the feeling of his fingers caressing her skin, so she couldn't help but put Alan's hand deeper.

Crete would not have thought that the first time he touched a woman's body, he actually went straight to the center, and his hand, which was originally at a loss, gradually became bold involuntarily, and a certain part that had been rarely cooled down once again did not listen to the command, and the uncontrollable fighting spirit was high・・・・・・

Sitting in the carriage, Alan naturally did not think that he was haunting Laxa in her dreams, he was tired leaning in the carriage, in fact, since he came out of the arena, he had not slept again, the pattern that Medeus had left him before he died, flashed in his mind all the time, stimulating his nerves. Before leaving, he looked for Doran, Minos, Laksa and Crete, only Crete, like him, received this pattern of Medus, which was called part of the Dragon Emperor's wrath by Medeus, and I don't know if it was intentional, Medus actually used most of his strength before he died, and this pattern was firmly engraved in Allen's memory, "This Scorpion King, the revenge is too strong, we just said a few words to you, and you tortured us for the rest of our lives・・・・・ it's too ruthless..."

The magic circle that provided heat in the carriage slowly rotated, and the bursts of heat could not stop rising, even if Long Wei was tormenting Allen's nerves at all times, Allen really couldn't hold it anymore, and gradually fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in that strange dream again, this time, the other self was not waiting for him, but stared at a pattern of gray mist in mid-air, and Alan looked closely, it was the pattern that Medeus had engraved in his memory.

"This pattern represents an illusion, if it is really left to him by the Dragon Emperor as Medus said, then this Dragon Emperor should be the Fourth Dragon Emperor with the power of illusion."

"Fourth Dragon Emperor!"