My Heroic Life

Marda blushed and opened her mouth and was being fed a little bit of food. She only felt that her cheeks were getting hotter and hotter. Every time she looked worried at Roland, her heart trembled and hurriedly lowered her gaze. She was confused, but couldn't bear to abandon it. Kind of feeling.

During this hot-headed lunch, Malda was more obedient than ever. The girl was not even picky about the vegetables she usually didn’t like. As long as Roland fed them all, the man nodded in satisfaction and he quickly resolved His lunch was a bit chilly, and then he held Marda and watched the news in the reception room.

On the holographic screen in the reception room, the latest progress of the Colmerach Bay incident has been broadcast. The dense fog in the central area has disappeared. The rescue team has been in for several hours. Jeanne, who has not appeared for several days, has appeared, breaking the previous Saint Rumors that the woman is dead.

Marda laughed when she watched Joan of Arc, who was still in good spirits on TV. Even though she had already learned what had happened from Roland, she couldn't help feeling happy.

After watching a TV series with Malda for an afternoon, Roland began to think about dinner again. He is now determined to bring Malda back, and the sumptuous dinner that took a lot of effort is based on his thoughts. I did it well, and forced it into the mouth while the girl was shy.

After drinking tea in the evening, Malda looked at the game console and was ready to move, but Roland decisively rejected it. Roland wanted to massage Malda to relax his muscles, but was also rejected by the girl with red face.

Then in the evening, Malda got into the quilt after taking a laborious bath.

"Sleep, you don't need to be nursed when you sleep."

Marda in the quilt asked in a low voice, covering half of her steaming face, Roland shook his head.

"At least tonight, I can't leave you alone."

"This, if you dare... forget it."

Malda wanted to warn Roland not to use hands or feet. Before she could say anything, she felt that men were not interested in herself at all. It seemed that it was not a good thing to be thankful. In the tangled thoughts of this kind of woman, she turned awkwardly. Got up.

The man sat silently on the chair in front of the bed, Roland’s own room became a night-view room, and the window of Malda’s room was smashed to pieces. In desperation, the two came to a guest room. He looked around. It was only basic The room of the facility recalled the events of this period in the sound of Malda's gradually becoming even breathing.

In the follow-up of this incident, besides Malda, who was so distressed for him, what worries him most is the blue liquid mass on Joan of Arc. Although it hasn’t been long since he got it, Roland has already treated this kingdom of God. There is some speculation about the legacy.

God's blood.

The special product of the Kingdom of God, the liquid, and the customs clearance is too obvious. The hint is really not difficult to guess. The question is how can this problem that has plagued the European Joint Tribunal for nearly ten years be suddenly solved?If the blood of God is produced in this kingdom of God, why hasn't it happened in the European Union for a long time?

Roland guessed that this incident must be the result of the failure of the Clan Union to control a certain force, but is this time too coincidental?As soon as he came out of the coffin board, the Zonglian body was out of control?

So is there another possibility? When I was asleep, I didn’t actually do nothing, but naturally separated a part of the power to suppress something. After all, Roland did his best to inspire arrogance on Judgment Day. Crystal, but according to his estimation, he didn't feel that it would take half a century to be frozen in order to kill the soaring killing intent.

After that, I gradually became sober. After the suppression was lifted, something changed. As a result, the plan related to the blood of the Zonglian Body was out of control, which triggered a series of events.

Guessing so far, Roland shook his head and put aside the unproven idea, and began to recall what Hestaya had said before his death.

"The rumors are actually true."

"You, you will all die in the end, don't you know, he's back, ha ha ha ha ha."

These two sentences have been echoing in Roland's mind for a long time, so I won't mention the second thoughtless sentence. The first sentence is indeed quite intriguing.

That was what Hestia said when he knew Roland's identity. The rumors were that Roland had returned to the world. The young man probably understood that the news of his return had been leaked, but how did it come from?

You must know that even if the world is fortune-telling, it must be linked to the degree of mystery. Without the cooperation of oneself, almost no one can learn his news through prophecy or the like, so there is only one possibility.

There are ghosts.

And it's a fairly high-level inner ghost.

The young man with long black hair looked at the girls on the bed, and felt that he should do something for himself or to protect them.

Chapter 68: Hug

Roland thought about it all night in front of Malda’s bed, and finally came to the conclusion that, at least temporarily, he should not touch the cake of the people with power in the trial court and focus on the fight for high-end combat power. After several priests of the Clan Union, Roland was really not at ease about the strength of the existing heroes of the European Union.

On the other hand, he needs to find someone to touch the bottom of the top of all walks of life without rushing to the scene. The European Union has such a big stall. There must be two or five boys. The question is which are the key two and five boys. Once you grab the sesame seeds and let go of the watermelon, you lose a lot.

He considered the layout and candidates, until the sun gradually shone in and the sleeping beauty on the bed opened his eyes with a vague sound.

Malda rubbed her cheeks and got up. She turned her head and looked around, but she was facing Roland's eyes next to the bed. The saint, who was sleepy and her brain hadn't turned much, was stunned, and then reflexively opened her arms.

this is?Want to hug?

The young man stretched out his hand to hug Marda, and then asked, "Where do you want to go?"

"Where?" Malda tilted her head and thought in a daze, then shook her head and leaned against his chest, her eyelids heavy again.

"Huh? Dazed?"

Roland looked amused at the girl in his arms. He was about to put Malda down again, but found that her hand grabbed the clothes in front of the man and shrank into his arms. Roland stopped for a moment, and finally faced The petting person hugged her in his arms like this.

He smiled as he watched the girl in his arms fall asleep again. He never thought that Marda was so cute. After all, this lively saint had never looked weak in front of others, never Acting like a baby, on the contrary, she always likes to be brave, just like when she fell on the cold ground of Heim's underworld when she first met, her blood was frozen.

She always gives the greatest kindness to the people she cares about, even at the expense of herself, so how can Roland, who is protected by her, be indifferent?Leaving aside, at least if anyone dares to touch Malda now, Roland promises to beat him into the mud, and maybe he will send a wave of family meals.

Wang Fa?Sorry, I am Wang Fa.

When it does not exceed a certain limit, Roland is a very reasonable person, but after this limit, he will reveal his personality hidden deep under the epidermis, how much he spoils the people he loves, How cruel is the disgusting person.

He killed a lot of traitors decades ago, but later the court selectively ignored this point and turned him into a glorious saint when shaping the hero.

Of course, Roland would not let Joan of Arc and Malda see him in this way. After all, for people in this era, dictators are already outdated and will only arouse people's resistance.

The man held the girl in this way and slept for nearly two hours. When the day was light, Malda opened her eyes again, and then stared at the man's chest.

In this way, she gradually became sober, and gradually remembered what had happened before, and then gradually flushed, and was finally put back on the bed by Roland at the strong request and hid in the quilt to shut herself.

Roland looked at the bulge in the quilt and shook his head with a bitter smile, then asked like a chatter:

"By the way, Malda, are you familiar with the heroes of the European Union?"

"...Don't talk to me yet."

"..."

Roland said silently: "I'm serious, the Clan Union seems to have received news of my resurrection."

"Hey?"

The quilt covering the girl was lifted, and Malda asked Roland with a change of expression.

"Is this sure?"

"Ok."

"how come."

Marda frowned, and also thought of the possibility of a ghost. Roland asked about this: "So I want to contact some heroes who are absolutely reliable in this regard. Do you know anyone?"

"Well..."

Malda began to chat with Roland about the heroes of the European Union. Through the mouth of the Holy See saint, Roland finally got to know his lineup.

Goal one, the royal family of Paris, France, Marie Antoinette, a dreamlike beauty, a natural idol, and the third place in the European Union Women’s Popularity Ranking all year round. The main reason is that there is no public promotion, but this is surprising. An idol also has an idol.