Infinite Gentleman

While he said so, he kissed them hard. At the same time, hugging them tightly, rubbing and rubbing.

As for things like burning the pot, Zhanchangyuan didn't care anymore. In fact, let alone burn the pot, even if it is a gas explosion, it does not matter.

The most important thing in life is to be happy. The battlefield thought it was the happiest thing to be able to hold two such cute girls in his arms now.

Of course, because of the different angles, Zhanchangyuan didn't see it. While he was very moved and hugged the two girls, the two girls exchanged glances.

It's like Nero was saying, "Hey, what you guy said is true."

And Mordred was saying, "Hmm, look, I know, that guy Wright would like this."

——Yes, this is the case. Even during the Soviet-German War, the Soviet Union and Germany did not stop secret negotiations. Not to mention Mordred and Nero. In fact, the two of them were just a little nauseous for an instant, and they woke up much faster than the original battlefield.

Seeing that Zhanchangyuan fell asleep, there were only two people left who were not pleasing to the eye. Then, even if you are upset, you can only think of ways to communicate. Talk about it a little bit-and as for the intersection of the two girls, basically there is no battlefield-of course they can also talk about the Olympic Games.

It's just that the fact is too embarrassing, even for Mordred and Nero.

So chat.

At the beginning, I talked about how good the relationship between Battlefield Yuan and myself was. The two almost fought.

The next step is to talk about the advantages of Battlefield. The two people gradually feel that the other party has a common topic with themselves.

At the end, the two people started to talk about the shortcomings of the original sincerity on the battlefield-which detonated in an instant-ah, it turns out that talking to this guy is so interesting.

That's it, after desperately deciding what a bad scumbag Original Sincere was, Nero and Mordred exchanged goodwill with each other. Then, the basis for cooperation emerged.

Although the chest of the tomboy is not big enough, he has more knowledge than Nero. After talking about the topic: "How can I make Battlefield like myself more", she quickly came up with an idea.

Next, this is the scene.

And the next and the next, the battlefield originally turned off the natural gas stove. Then he hugged the two girls, pressed the two of them beside the stove, rubbed and rubbed, kissed and kissed, touched and touched here and there. Then it started to slap-

From the kitchen to the dining room, from the dining room to the living room, from the living room to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the bathroom, from the bathroom to the door, and from the door to the living room...

In this way, it was almost like some kind of wild animal, and the three people left their breath in almost all parts of this room. Then, leaving the battlefield aside, Nero and Mordred were exhausted and unable to move.

As a result, the three people lay on the bed, the battlefield was in the middle, and Nero and Mordred were holding him one by one.

"Really, you guy is like a monster..." Mordred stretched out his hand and patted the battlefield lightly, muttering, saying something that I didn't know if it was a complaint or a compliment.

"Hmph, it's Yu's queen after all." Nero on the other side said triumphantly.

"Hey, Miss, don't say anything that is disappointing, okay?" Mordred said slightly unhappy.

"Yu didn't say anything wrong. Qing Wright was originally Yu's queen--"

"—Okay, okay, you two, why are you arguing again." Sincerely, she gently shook the beautiful girl on both sides, and then said so.

"Humph."

"Humph."

Although it was a breath, the two girls didn't look much upset. In other words, after having sex with Zhanchangyuan for so long, the two girls are both physically and mentally happy and will not be angry anymore.

Very happy and very satisfied. Stay with the people you like. Do nothing, just lie in bed lazily.

Life is so happy... Except for lunch and dinner, I didn't eat anything, and I was a little hungry.

"Let's order a takeaway later." Zhanchangyuan said to them like this: "And..."

It's a bit embarrassing. But he still said: "I have something to do in a while... so, um, I have to go out."

"Will you come back?" Nero asked, and Mordred looked at him blankly.

"I strive to come back soon." Battlefield said to them in an unsure tone.

"Ok."

"Yeah~"

...

So, more than half an hour later, Battlefield Yuan took a bath and left this room. Dressed down and went down the stairs, and greeted Flanda who looked tired by the way.

"Oh, Wright..."

I don't know whether the work of the Commissioner of Discipline and Discipline is too tiring, or the work of the Anbu is too terrible. In short, Flanda looked almost burnt out now.

"Although I don't know why, but in short, come on." Zhanchangyuan said to her. After that, he moved out of the floor in an instant and appeared there in an instant.

That is, the test site.

"Ah, ah. I don't know how many times it is. Really, it's a little boring." Battlefield Hara murmured like this, looking at the opponent who has covered her eyes with military goggles and looks a bit like a future warrior. .

"Misaka 9975, sincerely say hello to Battlefield Hara. And made it clear that this is a 9975 trial-Misaka said in a calm tone."

"9975...?" Zhanchangyuan shook his head: "Has it been half done unknowingly? Okay, let's all work hard so that this experiment will end soon, no problem, right?"

"of course--"

In the next second, half of Misaka's body disappeared.

"No."

Zhanchangyuan finished the second half of the sentence for her.

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In an instant, sister Misaka died.

It was like Flanda who had been talking about it before, being cut in the middle. The two parts of the body also moved because of conditioned reflex and bioelectricity-that was the lower body. Then the upper body.

Sister Misaka is actually not dead at this moment.

I remember that before this, there were people who were beheaded in ancient times, and struggled to endure and wrote seven or nine tragic words. Then because this was so miserable, the ancient emperor abolished the death penalty of beheading in the waist—of course this was just a legend. I don't know if it really is.

But at this moment, Sister Misaka really looked very miserable.

She hadn't died for a while, crawling forward subconsciously under severe pain, and the intestines and other organs in her stomach flowed out of the body under the action of gravity. It's hard to look straight at it.

So, the next second, she stopped moving, and a ray of sword aura shot through her head.

"Ah, ah. It's the same again." Zhanchangyuanzheng shook his head boredly, and then pressed his phone: "You see it?"