Mordred's life is difficult to describe, and it is impossible to raise her hand to write confessions, memoirs, or anything like that in the future. As a replicant, clone, or abnormally born life form. However, she belongs to the real root red sprouts, black and specialized (the color of the Cybertron tribe is red and black...... This is basically the same as in the Qin and Han dynasties). In this aristocratic era where the butt is obviously used to determine the head, the spirit determines the material, the dragon gives birth to the dragon and the phoenix, and the mouse son sets the hole in the ground, she has an innate advantage, because she is not an ordinary person, she is the purest bloodline in the country at that time.

You just look at almost all the nobles and big bureaucrats in this era, but basically all those who have a little power in the family or once had some power are basically nostrils to the sky, even if it is a murderer who once wandered the rivers and lakes, or a pig killer who once wandered in the countryside - once this kind of black five category is related to his eighteenth generation ancestor, he instantly feels that he is doubly noble. Only the three old and four young bosses do not have a backstage, and they will be low-key.

And then there's the kind of Mordred, who is clearly an illegitimate child. However, her "mother" is powerful enough to pull up a team anytime and anywhere. There will be a meeting system among the nobles, which is simply a black-box operation. Mordred has already been "elected" for this kind of thing, she is a top student at the national university, and she will become a real ruling class in the future. Birth will tell Sù Mordred a truth: less bullshit, hard work is the main thing, and the ass is also the main thing, and in the near future she will become a real aristocratic class. This is the way it is in this era, no matter how you change yourself, you can't change who your father really is. Of course, it is rare for someone like Han Gaozu Liu Bang to forcibly shift the responsibility to the dragon, cuckold his father, and pimp his old lady.

Who is Mordred?Mordred?Claudius?Drusus?Hellroar?Germanicus?Bourqueso—the true star of tomorrow.

I have to say that things gather like and people are grouped. Regardless of how Cybertron dissociates the relationship, even if Cybertron himself is sitting upright, the backyard problem will always plague every man. You just look at whether it is the goddaughter Ellie, or the Mordred, who is almost alone. Seem...... There are precedents for ghost girls, and one is more extreme than the other.

Well, inheriting the good genes of his tyrant old "mother" and barbarian old "father", Mordred is now in a state of mental trance - Daddy is not polluted by the spirit of the ancient evil gods, it does not mean that the ancient evil gods will not look for your whole family, and the ancestors of the whole family for eighteen generations.

"Who am I, and if I had the opportunity to choose again, would I choose a new day, a new life? If anyone knew where I came from and who I was, they wouldn't let me go - but that's the only way my life is meaningful, and that's who I am. How am I going to live if I give up my identity? I am the son of Bourkeso, and I am the daughter of Cybertron. But...... There is a kind of pain that is beyond words, and life is the same as death, and meeting is separation. Tomorrow, our hearts will still be chasing after each other, and our world will end long before it begins. Tomorrow I will still be cumin, will we see each other again? Tomorrow he will still ignore me, and I will swear to be with him! I swear to be loyal to him, but he will turn a blind eye to protect him - no! I don't want this terrible life!"

Insomnia, dreams, and memories in dreams begin to manipulate real memories, and sometimes they can really achieve a perfect brainwashing effect. Mental effects combined with psychological pressure, Mordred has begun to go berserk. Her inner world has begun to lose its original moral standards, or rather, it has been completely replaced by Cybertron. It's as if people like to measure things by double standards, but Mordred's is a little more radical.

Normally, she would despise the disloyal people who assisted her monarch, but she completely ignored what she was going to do to Cybertron now. She would have despised people who didn't treat her parents well, but now she completely ignored what she was going to do to Cybertron. She simply wouldn't tolerate anyone doing anything dishonorable to Cybertron, but now she's completely ignoring herself.

The reason is simple, she is already about to be blown up by her spiritual mask.

"Let's get back to square one!"

Mordred suddenly felt like she had another epiphany.

However, how to return to the original point is a very strict problem, of course, this reflects a very important philosophy of life: if you are not afraid of no good things, you are afraid of no good people.

Mordred was in charge of the caretake, or rather caretake, or rather the raising of the three gods from Egypt. These three "fathers" have just found "new favorites". In Constantinople, she had her own responsibilities. To be precise, she became a left-behind official, and it was inconceivable that a teenager could go so far, and sometimes even Byzantium wondered if Britain was out of talent to send such a masked and supposedly badly burned teenager to a position akin to a diplomat-like position.

But they quickly got it wrong - this game Botan was much more reliable to speak. Of course, it's not that Cybertron doesn't speak well, but he mixes well in the Eastern Senate. Merely...... Mordred is a little more at home.

A gust of wind caressed the golden palace, and the midday sun was not very strong. Surrounded by the sea on three sides, Constantine, the best district of Byzantium, ushered in its own autumn. Gusts of sea breeze made the city clean and fresh, and it was no longer possible to smell the blood of not so long ago, and the terrifying atmosphere that came with it. A sea breeze blew through the golden curtain, and the official residence specially prepared for Cybertron was not returned, probably because his [family] was here. Even assigned more than a dozen armored monster maiden guards-

"Well, I don't understand—" Mordred looked at the three Egyptian gods for a moment, and finally closed his notebook. Cast a spell of imprisoning at will, locking up his notebook full of his desires. She's been spending a lot of time with the monster gods in front of her lately. Gradually, he didn't feel that the other party was ugly: "I've been observing you for a while, but it seems that you don't want to restore your divine power at all-"

“......？”

Three "only" Egyptian gods, dressed in heavy ancient Egyptian style - simply put, very little. A shirt with a folded leaf and a short skirt that also saves fabric. The trio were dressed in different colors, white, black, and green, and the short shoulder-length hair of Seth and Anubis was braided into one small braid. Only Osiris, the long black straight, still let his hair hang down like a waterfall, which was already a clear restoration of the costume of the ancient Egyptian era, and the heavy black eyeliner on his face was repainted, looking more indescribably rich.

Of course, this was in Cybertron's mind - he thought it was good, and Mordred felt used to it after a few days together.

These three nine-headed beauties with fat swallows and thin bodies are lazily intertwined with each other, **** more than half of the body's body. Lying in the big golden tent, there is really some meaning of the golden house. Sometimes everyone eats a bunch of grapes, and there are others who share a grape.

There's no evil concept in it.,Maybe it's just simple family love.。

Unconsciously, Mordred even felt a little envious.

But her words made the three old Egyptian gods present look a little confused.

"Uh...... What are you talking about?" asked Seth first, stunned.

When this kind of gun shoots the first bird, she is often the least long-eyed and the most willing to rush up.

I said. Mordred stood up and tapped on his helmet-like mask—sometimes it was itchy inside, so he had to scratch it through his boots: "Don't you want to regain your powers?"

"Of course. Seth laughed, and then continued to lie lazily on the bed. The two plain hands hugged his sister's pair of jade legs, and unceremoniously sandwiched them between his pair of ****, which was like hugging the softest pillow in the world: "But you have to know, this kind of life is not bad - anyway, we have lost a qiē, and we don't feel troubled if we don't weigh on our debts." This has been going on for thousands of years, and it doesn't matter if it continues for a while - just enjoy it. ”

"......" Mordred was stunned, not knowing what to say. But after this, she could only sigh silently-

Is it true that even God is a person who has lost his fighting spirit?

"But you're Egyptianizing very quickly, and this style is completely restored to your Egyptian era, right?"

"Aha, how is it possible? How can it be that without the beautiful jade of the northern plateau, without the spices of the East, without the beauties of the West, without the gold of the South, and without the temples of Egypt, how can it be that our time has been restored?" the three goddesses suddenly burst out laughing in unison, as if mocking Mordred's ignorance. The three of them lay on the bed as if they were boneless, and Osiris pursed his lips and lay on the big bed and said, "Our time is over, you see, if possible, I will take two cobras as handrails, and freeze them forever with gold—so that I can do it." We didn't ask for any gold ornaments at all, and I heard that you also value gold in your day. Look...... Uh, what are you going to do? Don't be impulsive, hey, hey, hey!"

"Ahh

Suddenly, the three languid Egyptian goddesses were like fryers—because the insulted Mordred smiled and raised her sword, ready to split...... New temple of the three goddesses (model).