Infinite Gentleman

I don't know when, the bunch of dull hair that she plucked out grew tenaciously and quickly... Maybe it was because it was moisturized enough?

In short, it is like some kind of switch or signal. Altria quickly lifted the blackened state and returned to the usual state of justice and majesty.

Then he was still dumbfounded.

Although the state is different, the blackened Altria and the normal Altria seem to be two completely different people.

However, their memories are common.

With the "beep" who still feels pain until now, and is absolutely swollen, swears, what happened last night, Altria is vividly visible.

"!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"!!!!!!"

"!"

After at least three hours of bewilderment, Altria barely recovered the ability to think.

But if she could choose, she would rather continue to be stupid and not know anything, at least that would be better and easier.

"Ah...what should I do..." she said that, pressing her head tightly, feeling that her head was about to explode.

After that.

In the next period of time, the original sincere battlefield and Mordred "sick" again. The two did not attend any events of the Knights of the Round Table. At the same time, Altria's mental condition had problems.

In most cases, she will be in a normal state-but she looks like sleepwalking without being alive.

Apart from eating more than usual-because it consumes more energy than usual-there is no other use.

Can't govern the country or lead soldiers in war, of course, can't notice her wife is stealing people.

In the evening, she will be in a condition similar to withdrawal syndrome.

It was as if a bottle of Vita lemon tea was placed in front of an addict.

It's like putting a barely dressed woman in front of an Indian.

It's as if Mr. Cang's latest high-definition uncoded film was shown in front of the members of the reboot bar.

Hesitate, hesitate, hesitate again.

But in the end I couldn’t help, slowly, with difficulty, a little bit, plucked her dull hair down, blackened, and then walked to the original sincere room on the battlefield, and then this and other things, the poor Roman queen The devastated body was not complete, and it was not until dawn the next day that he left with satisfaction.

The battlefield was sincere, and was suffering from psychological and physical torture. At the same time, under the circumstances of continuous, continuous, and continuous wear and tear, Mordred’s last respect and fear for her father has also been The smoke disappeared.

Today's Altria is not her father or anyone, but her enemy.

The hatred of killing the father and the hate of the wife is tolerable or unbearable-or before that, Mordred had only a vague affection for sincerity, and she did not even realize that she liked him-yet, However-after seeing the scene of his fierce copulation with his father, Mordred understood everything.

In an instant, the door to a new world opened.

All her sincere thoughts, ideas, and desires about Zhanchangyuan exploded in an instant.

Mordred even couldn't help but start to fantasize that there would always be scenes of sincere intercourse with Altria before her eyes, and she would always wonder-what if it were her? What will happen? What is that feeling? It's very simple.

After getting rid of the identity of the "father", just treat Altria as a body, then things are even simpler-exactly the same, exactly the same, both she and Altria are in shape and appearance They are all exactly the same. Sometimes she even has the illusion that it is herself, another of her.

After that, this chaotic feeling quickly brewed into crazy possessiveness, incredible anger, and vigorous killing intent.

Every night, every night, every night, every night, every night, enduring his father's body ravaged his lover's body, but he could only watch helplessly from the sidelines. That feeling made Mordred unbearable.

Many times, Mordred couldn't help but want to rush out, desperately with the blackened Altria. In the end, however, he was sincerely embraced.

Zhanchang Yuanzheng hugged Mordred tightly like this: "Don't be like this, Mordred, don't be like this."

In any case, at least from the perspective of the original sincerity of the battlefield, although it is a forced back push, it is humiliating and even a little painful, but...

Ok. Do not say anything.

"...Then let's run away, Wright."

After this, Mordred retreated: "Let's run away, get out of here, never come back."

The battlefield was sincere and hesitant...

...

At the same time, in Altria’s boudoir, which is theoretically the same room as Gurney Verde, the glamorous queen also said similar words to her knight:

"Let's run away, leave here, never come back."

Lancelot, very hesitant.

The whole of Britain, just because of the love of a few young people, fell into the ultimate chaos.

...

However, just when Mordred and Battlefield were thinking about how to escape sincerely, a new situation emerged.

Altria didn't know what method he used, perhaps it was a potion from Morgan, or something else, which restrained the original sincerity of the battlefield.

The current battlefield Yuanzheng has once again restored the powerless state. Except for being able to be vigorous and vigorous every night, he was in a weak state at other times.

At the same time, Altria also "protected" him in disguise on the grounds that "Wright is sick".

Like the princesses in all legends, the battlefield was sincerely locked into the tower of the castle. The key to the tower is only Altriya alone. In addition, she also released her two faithful dogs, Knight Kay and Bediwell as guards of the tower.

As a prince, Mordred, most of the time, could only look up at the small window under the tower. Thinking about what should be done to save his sweetheart.

"...If it is really a general knight story, it would be great." Mordred exclaimed.

"But anyway..." she said, clenching her fists. In any case, she will save Yuanzheng on the battlefield and let him out of the sea of suffering (?).

...

at the same time.

Inside the empty tower. Zhanchangyuan lay on the bed sincerely, looking at the books brought by Altria, which seemed to be used to relieve his boredom.

Fortunately, he did not suffer from mental abnormalities like the women who were trafficked to the mountain village.

Just as he was reading this book carefully, which seemed to be from some alchemist's handwriting, beside him, the battlefield Zhenzi was knocking on the wall boredly: "Ah."

Zhanchangyuan genuinely ignored her.