My Heroic Life

"What were you doing just now? Do you want to die?"

"I don't want to, but I don't want you to die."

"you......"

The originally emotionally unstable young man couldn't help his eyes getting sore when he heard the words, his hands holding the girl trembling finally couldn't hold on, his arm slid down, and the two leaned together again.

The young man and the girl in his arms didn’t have the energy to speak for a while. Leonardo was still observing the values ​​closely. The blue shampoo-scented hair ran across the young man’s cheeks, and the young girl’s breath itch in his ears, Roland felt With the tenderness in his arms, his face was stiff and he couldn't see the expression, but his heart was greatly impacted.

What was Malda’s previous behavior?Roland couldn’t be more clear about this. She was almost trading her life for Roland’s. This feeling of being saved by someone’s life was a lie. In fact, Roland’s eyes are still wet. of.

"Can you still speak?"

Roland asked hoarsely to the girl on her shoulders, while Malda nodded gently.

"Why do you do this?"

"what?"

"Why do you want to save me after being injured like this? We...Although it's not very good to say that, we haven't known each other for a long time, right?"

Since acquaintance now, the two have only been together for two or three months. Although this is not short for a cohabitant, if it is willing to sacrifice one's life for rescue, this time seems too thin.

"It's not a long time, but whether it is influence or combat power, based on your importance, this kind of thing is not a big deal, right?"

"Huh? You are the kind of person who thinks about this kind of thing first before saving someone? Don't use this kind of reason to perfuse me."

Roland asked half-ridiculously and half-angryly. After she removed her disguise, Malda’s character was so good-looking. She was holy, kind, enthusiastic, and sometimes had a small temper that was less than angry. To be honest. Women are extremely attractive, and they belong to the kind of people who are more attractive after understanding than before.

But when it comes to this overall view of the country, Marda can’t be compared with Joan of Arc, who is also a saint. She is too emotional. As a battlefield commander, she is actually inferior to Joan. They are defending in a stronghold with heavy casualties. Joan may defend himself for the sake of the overall situation, but Malda may not bear the sacrifice of his subordinates and retreat.

The blue-haired girl was resting on Roland's shoulders, muttering unconvincingly after hearing his words.

"I always think you are underestimating me, it's rude."

"So, what's the reason?"

"..."

Under Roland's questioning, Malda also began to feel strange about her behavior. At that time, she acted subconsciously. It was probably worry and heartache that drove her. As for the reason... it was the first time she met. I felt the strange feeling when I was seen, and then I cared more and more about him when I got along with the youth, and now it has developed into a feeling that Malda couldn't explain himself.

"It doesn't matter what the reason is... Besides, I promised the Pope to protect you."

"protect me?"

The black-haired young man was a little stunned when he heard the word, and Malda's cheek was a little hot and said: "What, is it strange? Isn't it normal to protect you?"

"No." Roland's words stopped for a moment. He recalled his life, his eyebrows were set with a hint of helplessness and loss.

"No one has protected me."

When Malda listened to Roland's lonely whisper, her eyes widened slightly. She suddenly remembered the works of art and historical materials with Roland as the protagonist. There is a common feature among the various records, that is, this The man is always at the forefront of the team.

Forever, at least in the ones Marda had seen, without exception.

Of course, it is not that she does not understand this. After all, Roland's strength is too strong. This kind of person can best reduce the casualties when facing the fantasy species and protect him?If this kind of cynicism were put half a century ago, people would laugh out loud, right?

But does he really need protection?

Marda has heard Leonardo’s analysis. In those years of war, this man has used this ability that is almost deadly by side effects several times. The lower heroes of the last century did not have a miracle. Skill, then how did he survive?

A person shut himself in a room, silently enduring this hell-like curse amidst the cheers of the soldiers' victory, waited until the side effects were over, then walked out with a smile, and rushed to the next hell under the hopeful plea of ​​people?

Marda felt her body chills at the thought of these moments, and her eyes began to wet again. She hugged Roland with her hands again, and said as if she had sworn:

"I will protect you, absolutely."

"!"

Roland's expression froze for an instant, and his eyes were hot without knowing the reason. He could only wipe it with his hand while Malda didn't notice, and Leonardo, who had witnessed the exchange between the two, had already left silently.

The omnipotent man at the other end of the monitoring screen looked at the two embracing on the bed and sighed.

"It's nice to be young."

She sighed and glanced at the values ​​of the two of them.

"Malda's kiss is a big step forward. Lan's kiss was hit with a knowing heart. Should it be fate?"

"When Joan comes back, hehe, I always find it interesting."

Da Vinci, who was not too big to watch the excitement, smiled.

Chapter 67: Spoil first, then talk about it

Roland and Malda hugged for a long time, until near noon, the youth value had stabilized near 40. The two separated, the bruises on Malda's body were still there, and the reddish traces were like being whipped. The same.

Looked at the accident.

"Don't go out these days. People will see how I abused you."

"No one knows about your existence, but I really can't go out recently, but the reason..."

"Leave it to Da Vinci."

Roland did not hesitate to push this chore to Da Vinci, the true universal tool, and interrupted the communication when the latter protested.

It was just that Roland, who was mentally damaged, got out of bed first. There was no problem with his body, but for Malda, who was seriously injured by the magic circuit, the physical damage was more serious.

The moment her foot touched the ground, her brow furrowed, and she almost fell when she stood up. Roland felt distressed when she saw this, and directly stretched out his hand to grab Malda and grabbed the princess.

"Wait, wait, I'm fine, so..."

Roland stared at Malda’s eyes. The latter’s voice became less and less when the man looked at each other with care and reproach. Finally, after a few weak struggles, he could only let the man hold her and come to the light. room.

Putting Malda on the chair in the daylighting room, Roland started his own business. He went to the kitchen to quickly count the raw materials in his home, and then immediately put it into processing.

Malda was in a daze shining the sun in the daylighting room. Although physical exhaustion made her very uncomfortable, she felt completely different in her heart. The girl always felt as if she had read part of Roland. At least in her heart, Roland was no longer It's almost perfect beyond reach.

In the chaos of her deer, the man had already prepared the food. The two ate together again after nearly a week before the small round table in the light room. Roland watched Malda raised his arm and looked pained, and immediately put it down. He took his knife and fork, took the tableware in front of Malda and started feeding.

"Come on, open your mouth."

"I, I just do it myself."

"The arm injury is too serious, so I can't. Open your mouth and be obedient."

"...Ah, uh."