Infinite Gentleman

Because at the same time that the knight king Altria and Ilia were fighting the cannons, a heroic spirit appeared behind the knight king and launched an attack on Altria, and the guy who attacked was also sincere by the battlefield. Cracked easily.

that's it.

"Body, body can't move." Altria struggled hard: "Is this your ghost? Caster?"

"What a joke, I can't move, okay?!" At the same time, Illia was also struggling hard, but just like Altria, Illya couldn't break free.

At the same time, another person, probably the real caster, stood up and wanted to attack, but she was also easily restrained by the battlefield.

The three girls seemed to be entangled in invisible chains. I can't get rid of it anyway. In this way, all three riding heroes happily became the sincere prisoners of the battlefield.

"It's been a long time since I saw you, my king." In this case, the corners of the battlefield's mouth turned up, showing a happy smile, and then stood up: "Please forgive me for meeting you in this way, otherwise I will I am very worried that you will be confronted by your sword in the first place... Although I think I have done nothing wrong, but... Well, forget it.

Nothing should be said at this time, saying nothing is meaningless. People need to look forward, what do you think? "

"..." Of course, because of intense surprise, confusion, and confusion. So Altria didn't know what to say.

"There is also you, Illya, you are not good." Zhanchang Yuan sincerely looked at Illya again, and said with a smile.

"...Big brother-is that big brother?"

"Well, yes, it's me, big brother is back."

"..."

Zhanchangyuan sincerely freed Ilia's shackles. He originally thought that the child would be very happy and threw himself in his arms very happily.

As a result, this did not happen.

Illiya took a step back and looked at the battlefield with a vigilant look.

To tell the truth, this look made Gniwell feel quite hurt.

"I don't need my big brother anymore." Ilia said.

"Ilia...?"

"Illiya has been waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting for my big brother to rescue me. But I can't wait, always can't wait.

My mother is gone, and only Illya is left alone. "

"Ilia..."

Seeing Ilia bowed her head and said something like this, Zhan Tian Yuan was sincere, and didn't know what to say for a while—

Yes, he had looked for Ilia before. But it's not another world at all, so I can't find it at all.

But looking at how Yilia is now, Zhanchangyuan sincerely feels that she should not treat Yilia with such a perfunctory or even shirking of responsibility.

But if you don't do this, how should I treat Ilia?

If she doesn't do anything, then Illya might do something more excessive, which will make the relationship between the two people who are already very tense even worse.

So, in this case, what the battlefield should do is--

"so--"

It seems that Illya wants to say: "So Big Brother is a liar! Big Brother doesn't care about Illya at all! Illya doesn't need Big Brother anymore. Now Illya can take care of herself!"

Before she said these things, Zhan Tian Yuan embraced her sincerely, and then kissed her.

"!!!" Yiliya opened her eyes wide, as if she had never thought about it, Zhan Tian Yuan sincerely would do this.

"I'm so sorry, I'm late and made you suffer."

After the kissing, Zhanchangyuan said to her sincerely and tenderly.

"...Wow, big brother..."

After that, Iliya opened her eyes wide and looked at her, her eye circles suddenly red. He threw himself into the arms of the original battlefield, and then burst into tears.

"Ilia knows that I was wrong, so big brother don't care about Ilia, don't leave Yilia alone, wow..."

She burst into tears like this.

"I know, I know." Zhanchangyuan was sincere, and also lifted Altria's shackles, and then looked at her apologetically.

His Majesty the Knight King seemed a little unhappy. But in the end she still didn't say anything, just sighed. Then it doesn't matter.

The battlefield was sincere, so he hugged Ilia tightly, waited for the child to cry enough, vented his emotions, and fell asleep in his arms because of tiredness and peace of mind, and then said to Altria One sentence: "I'm sorry, that..."

"...Forget it, get used to it." Altria's expression was a little complicated, but what he said made Battlefield feel a little awkward.

Facing such an Altria, he could only conceal his embarrassment with a smile: "Haha, haha, hahahaha..."

Although he also thought about whether he could use the tactics to deal with Ilia against Altria, after a mouthful, let Altria be better.

But think about it, I still didn't do it.

His Royal Highness the Knight King and the beautiful young girl are two types of girls, the former is stronger and more self-respecting. If you treat her like this, it might be counterproductive.

Both wanted to say more, but unfortunately, it is not a good time to speak. So I can only flirt, and then I don't say anything.

There is also a caster there, and I don't know what the situation is, but I should deal with it, and then go to a safe place to talk to each other.

However, after the battlefield sincerely lifted the caster's hood, he was slightly surprised to find that this was also an acquaintance.

It's really good for me to treat myself badly.

But at the same time, this is a bit too coincidental, right?

The battlefield was here, and the smell of conspiracy was smelled.

Chapter Eleven If it wasn't for war

The caster, that is, the name of the magician is Medea. Since a certain incident, there has been no role played again. Even Zhanchang Yuancheng didn't have a deep impression of her. He didn't think of having sex with her or pulling her up.

After all, the fate of both parties is like that. Even she dragged herself back, she had no emotional foundation and was not like Joan, because of this and other reasons, she was slapped by the battlefield by accident.

So, when I saw Medea again, Zhanchangyuanzheng was somewhat embarrassed. Because I don't know how to face her.

But only at once. After thinking about it for a while, the battlefield had already figured it out.

Just do whatever love is. If it doesn't work, he will slap her into a black face and join the harem happily. As for feelings, this kind of thing can be cultivated slowly. Hum hum hum.

However, it was obvious that watching Medea looked at herself with a shy look, the battlefield knew that she probably didn't think so. And this thing is mostly a game.

That's about it, a small battle is over.