Of course, you have to pay back the sins you have created. The bubble under your own feet, of course, also came out by yourself.

It seems that the wrong beginning is birth, and I am really sorry for this beautiful and ugly world......

No, I can't make it up, although my life is at stake, I can't make it up. But...... Maybe it's better to be honest......

"That's it, I was scared of my mom - I thought the frostwolf tribe was all my mom's kind of schizophrenic. He would beat me three times a day, and one of them would definitely be unconscious. I hadn't slept through a regular channel for a long time before I escaped, and most of the time I was beaten unconscious by my mother - just like that, I didn't plan to marry another fiancée from the Frostwolf Tribe, because I really didn't want to be beaten by my mother and my wife together. Shame ......"

"It's a shame, but I'm even more ashamed now. Denissa's smile now had a hint of murder.

It was a negotiation between Cybertron and Denisha, just two people, and Cybertron tossed his two two-handed greatswords aside. He was unarmed, and he looked calm, for he knew that the Bourkeços did not kill unarmed enemies (a very watery statement). At the same time, let the only one who can protect herself, that is, the only one who can defeat the sword master of the Bourkeso people, stay away.

It's as if he wasn't afraid -- if he wasn't afraid, he wouldn't have run in the first place.

"You know what I'm told to be? Of course you don't know -- because I don't know either. But there's a whole bunch of people in the tribe gossiping about me, and of course I don't care about that nonsense. Denisha said in a gentle tone.

"Oh, hehehe, is it? That's great......" Cybertron seems to have a bit of a tailwind (death) and a headwind (fall) feeling when this kind of thing happens.

"I'm here to sue you, I can sweep out some tribal gossip as long as I kill you now!"

“...... Di Shen, let's study it, there must be other solutions. ”

"Yes, I'm thinking about it -- let's be honest and think about it for a few months. It's normal that I kill it for my honor—and you must have thought of it the day you escaped!" Denisha's eyes began to turn strange, and out of thin air they turned into golden-eyed beast pupils, and the pupils began to stand up like beasts, exuding a murderous aura: "But I've been here for a few days, and I've studied with you -- it doesn't seem that I really need to kill you to get glory, so I decided to give up killing you for the time being." ”

"Whew......" Cybertron breathed a sigh of relief, and then brought this breath to his throat: "What does it mean to be temporary?"

"It's that I killed you when I was in a bad mood that day. ”

“...... But when that day comes, I'll definitely fight back—though not necessarily you. ”

"That's one of the reasons why I didn't kill you - honestly we could have had a better ending. Denisha sighed, and the negotiations seemed to be over: "Listen to the shame of you Bourkeso man! If you still have the slightest sense of honor! ”

"Mortals will die, but fear is more terrible than the sword. Cybertron shook his head, and said the beautiful words: "We were born to suffer, and to suffer is to be happy, because suffering from sin makes people strong, and strong people can be happy." ”

“...... This is the end of the negotiations, and I will come when I want to kill you. With a smile on her face, Denisha turned her head away from the Chapel of Light and walked out of the hall of the Chapel.

A group of viewers and friends outside are waiting for the latest news report.

"Hey...... You didn't kill that guy, did you? The Headless Horseman gave Denisha a malicious look, "There doesn't seem to be blood on your sword...... Why is your face so red?"

"Huh?" It seems that the handsome female swordsman didn't notice that her pretty face had become flushed: "That...... Did I just say something too much? I feel like I should have said something more coldly, to let him know that I was ...... good."

“...... I don't think Cybertron will die, at least not by his fiancée...... I'm sorry, but I won't be killed by him, the 'fiancée of Bourkeso', and as for the fiancée of the Headless Horseman, it's up to the two of you to fight. Alice Phil smiled quietly, suppressing a little sadness in her heart: "It's good to be young—it's infinitely feasible." ”

"Madam, you don't seem to be very old, do you?" Replacing the sorrow in her heart with a smile was also a holy woman, Storm Lady held a staff and said, "It's best if there is no bloodshed, isn't it? You have a future, and you can pursue a good life - that's your right. ”

A hint of surprise flashed through her mind at how clever Alice Fell was, for she had heard something very different from her usual from Storm's mouth...... Maybe I misheard.

I hope so!

"Alright, well, I still have a lot of things to take care of. Cybertron is fine, and I'll be able to give an account to my daughter...... By the way, my daughter!" Alice Phil snorted, as if finding some subconscious excuse. Clapped his hands and said: "Everyone present, please listen clearly: don't mention these overly adult topics to my daughter! Thank you for your cooperation - and, also because of my daughter, I hope to start with Miss Headless Horseman, don't mess around Cybertron and do this and that, my daughter will be very sad that her prince charming is surrounded by so many princesses, thank you for your cooperation." ”

As he spoke, Alice Phil waved her hand, quite a bit to drive back to the palace.

"Oh, yes—warn this playboy from the barbarian tribe. Alice Fell smiled back, but there seemed to be more anger in this smile. When he said this, Cybertron, who had picked up a life in his heart, also happened to push open the door of the Holy Light Chapel and walked out: "Please remember that this love saint from the barbarian tribe is working with me! If you are not seriously injured, you can take me to report in the office on time and on time! If you want to curry favor with a superior, bringing a little bribe is the most basic rule of civilized people." ”

After speaking, he demonstratively glanced at the Cybertron who was confused. Satisfied with his authority in front of everyone, but I don't know why I am always dissatisfied with my powerlessness.

Is it a winner in life? Cybertron, with these four big words on his head, doesn't know what's going on. All he knew was that a great sword could fall from the sky at any moment, and the terrifying shadow of the sword of Damocles, read as the sword of his fiancée, hung over him. Not to mention......

There were also people on the side who helped him to fuel the fire—the curse that mucosal contact had planted deep in his body was not just a curse of power. This witch curse with its own charm aura is specifically used to make Cybertron lure two holy souls into depravity - everything else counts as a bonus.

It's a pity: reality is not fiction, and everything doesn't go for granted. Storm's devout worship restrained her depraved impulses, while Alice Phil was more restrained by her worldly ideas. On the contrary, a certain Zero who has implanted the curse is a little cocooned and self-bound.

Oh, the highest level of this curse is the firewood knife, and if the women who are tempted by men really fall, they will regard themselves as the main palace. Harmony is simply impossible, what does it mean that the harem is built on iron and fire? This curse has an even louder name:

Curse of the hatchet.

Men generally don't end much better.