The unsuccessful defeat of the undead seems to have declared the victory of the living, and the unknown fluctuation of magic seems to be declaring that everything is not over.

Of course, for the vast majority of people, the retreat of the undead has made them happy and victorious, and even brave people are considering not to pursue.

While others in Xingmucheng celebrated the victory, a certain section of the city wall became inexplicably turned into a no-man's land.

Well, no one is a fool. Those murderous vines that are twisted in a group are more effective than anything that blocks them. It is now that the top guards of the garrison are afraid to come over to find Roland.

There, the two women are looking at each other. They used to have the relationship of mentoring and apprentice. They used to be peers in the anti-social dark organization. Today, the two turned their faces for a man.

"You have the ability to grab a man, why didn't you have the ability to open the door.... How do you feel that if I sing such a spit, it will be a big problem."

In fact, I have always used the so-called strong temperament as a joke, and that one eye has defeated the legend of the will and resistance of the other party, sure that not using any dirty spiritual magic to confuse the other party, and then put gold on his face.

At this time, I believe, at least in the atmosphere of two women's struggles now, my escape instinct tells the living choice, that is, shut up... But for this occasion, I have a strong Desire, hope, want to make a little joke and be active, is it really a funny character?

[No, you are just keen to die, and some creatures have a tendency to self-destruct from the beginning. 】

The system’s spit was as powerless as ever, and before I rebutted, I heard the words of Herois.

"Roland, don't be a bystander, confirm my words, do you want to let lies help? I am here to help you, as long as I pretend to be with you, you naturally have reason to refuse Amyla, what do you want, I already knew. You are willing to go back to be a good man at home. Besides, even if I lie to you, can you still bind you? We are the magic pet contract, you are the master!"

Hearing. When I think about it, I feel more and more reasonable. It seems that I will not suffer anyway, so I said in the link of the soul.

"Yes. This time I owe you a favor."

Then I brewed a language. The ordinary lies are meaningless to Amyla. I am half-sounding. I finally thought of what to say.

Some words, maybe I should have said it already.

"Sister, actually, my mind knows, and I am very touched, but the things that were proposed before are misunderstandings. In fact, I didn't treat you as a woman... Hey, I mean I will help you be a brother... .... seems to be a bit wrong. I mean, instead of treating you as a heterosexual, it is better to be a confidant, one can say anything, a brother who can pursue the essence of the soul and the real world together..."

In some cases, there are some hesitations when exporting, but once exported, the more they say the more real, the more they say the more.

Perhaps, because many things are not thought out. The process of exporting is a process of asking the heart, and the process of exporting is not just convincing the other party. It is also convincing yourself.

"...I think it is clear, maybe this is just a misunderstanding or a malicious joke, but now it has hurt you. Some things, the longer you drag, the more damage. Sorry. I have long been these words. It’s my fault to say it, I want to retaliate, come on...”

"I know."

And I spurred the courage to say the refusal, but the oncoming, but not the vine lock and the ferocious question, but an understatement.

The green-haired witch showed a smile, as if she had longed for such an answer.

Amyra certainly knows Roland's mind. In front of the readers of the soul, Roland has not been careful about his own thoughts, and he has long been seen.

Before she fell asleep, she prevented her from making a choice. She had never seen it, only her own mind.

After awakening in a long sleep, Amira, who has already seen her own mind, has long had a decision not to influence others.

Now, even if you receive a brother card, a good person card, and a ten-action card, but for the witch...

"What do you think, it doesn't matter from the beginning."

And the next sigh, the wonderful feeling transmitted by the spinal cord, but it is not the sun-like smile of the witch.

Amyla smiled, and the corner of her mouth showed a slight arc. The **** red eyes were full of flames. The faint smile was like a spring breeze, but it was like a quiet flower.

The green-haired witch gently stroked my cheek, red cheeks, like a young girl who opened her mouth, but bowed her head and printed her own traces. I felt that the silk was soft, and the traces of the red lips could not be washed for a long time. It is.

"I like you, I want to be with you, enough."

The gentle smile is in front of me, and this is still when I feel my own cheeks, and then pinch it to determine if it is in a dream...

"It really hurts, dreaming, I said, my sister can't laugh so cute... pain! Ah! Relax me, my waist, my waist, not early, I don't know how, how? It will be so painful! It’s so terrible to laugh, it’s really a school sister!”

The next moment, just the gentleness disappeared without a trace, the sudden pain is very helpless, but the malicious full eyes not only let me have a headache, but also locked my cat.

This time, the same is a grinning smile, giving people a completely different feeling. Just a girl, now just watching the vest is cool, like a murderer who sent death greetings.

"So, how do you see that you are stealing a cat? Since you said that you are elope with her, there is always a reason. Don't say that I don't remind you that this cat is not a common embarrassment, and she likes you. But not necessarily as much as you think."

"Think about your future, you are going to go back to be a family husband now, or continue to be a happy bachelor. Think about what you just promised me! Think about the tasks you haven't done yet!"

Even if Herois doesn't remind me of the contract, I know what to say. I don't want to be inexplicably stalked by the vines or the people who feed, and the epic hero who died in the domestic violence is too shameful.

"Dead cat... I am with her, I am very happy..."

While trying to squeeze out the lines in my mind, I found out that I never seem to regard dead cats as women, and we have met again after a hundred years, but it seems to have started from mutual killing.

"Is it a 13-point heroine when I appear on the scene? It looks like this story is very familiar..." (To be continued.)

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