My Heroic Life
My Heroic Life Chapter 213
If you can't care, you can't care, you can't care about anything. If you care, you will be a scumbag. Besides, if it is found, hehehe.
Roland's heartbeat accelerated further. He felt that he had never been so exciting in his life, but what he didn't expect was that it was even more exciting.
The two girls who realized that their lovers didn't respond actively, gradually became anxious, and they had the same idea.
Oh, he was angry with me.
The guilty girls involuntarily moved a little larger, causing Roland, who was holding the tea cup, to frown.
Joan, why are you getting deeper and deeper, and so is Marda, can you stop shaking?Why are you two so uncomfortable?You...I go!You two are going to run into each other!
Roland's eyes widened, and there was infinite panic in his heart.
Question: When the wife and husband secretly showed their affection, they held Xiao San's hand near the crotch of the husband. How should a man explain this time?
Explain the head!
Roland instantly turned blue and his heart beats like a bell. Between the sparks and sparks, he put down his teacup and stood up suddenly, shocking the two girls at the same time.
"Lan, what's the matter?"
"Are you not drinking tea? Is there something urgent?"
The girls asked worriedly and found that the man was clutching his chest and panting. He looked at the two people left and right, and said exhaustedly:
"No, it's just that I suddenly felt...drinking tea is bad for the heart."
Chapter Seventy Nine
Roland was sitting at the small table in the daylighting room drinking coffee, recalling the critical moments he had spent the past few days, only feeling that his heart beats faster and his heart twitches.
The two saints played a lot of extreme operations in the past two days. It’s fine to hug and hug when there is no one. Roland is already resistant to this, but the problem is that as time goes by, Joan and Malda's inner feelings became more and more repressed, and her expressions became more and more bold.
Under the difficult conditions of the enemy’s light and the dark, Joan invented apocalypse, Marda created Tarasque, and neither of them was caught on the spot. Joan once tried to make desserts. He kissed indirectly with a spoon, and Marda often watched TV together and slept on his body. Both of you sang and I appeared on the stage. Only Roland's heart had been working overtime.
Roland always thought this situation was weird, but he couldn't find a good way to deal with it. But now, he looked at the two silent people at the tea table, and felt that he didn't need to think about this problem.
Many days of getting along under the same roof, no matter how careful you are not to be caught on the spot, clues are inevitable. Jeanne's face is always flushed inexplicably, and Mardana smiles like a newlywed wife. This is no matter how slow, time After a long time, they will feel that something is wrong, not to mention that the two of them still have women's keen intuition and skills.
Joan looked down at the black tea in the teacup, recalling the sense of disharmony that had always appeared since she came back, Malda's words and deeds passed through her mind one by one, clear thinking coupled with intuition, let Joan reason When she had the correct answer, her hand holding the teacup shook slightly, and a possibility emerged in her heart.
Opposite her, Malda was also thinking about the weird feelings she had felt recently. She remembered Joan of Arc's blushing face when she looked at Roland recently, and her delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly. Maybe... ....
The two girls felt heavy for a while, and after an unprecedented dull atmosphere lasted for a while, Malda, who could not bear it, decided to test it out.
"Lan, the branch minister's banquet of the trial court sent you an invitation letter."
Malda calmly held up a black invitation card with the imprint of the trial court and asked, "Are you willing to go?"
Roland looked at the black invitation card and understood that it was not just a question of a banquet, but a sign that he was willing to enter the eyes of the world again. Roland’s home court could be a temptation on behalf of all the forces. The invitation of the forces will surely follow, and the peaceful reclusive life will come to an end.
The young man was drinking tea under the nervous gaze of the two girls. At this time, he thought of the entrustment to Edmond and others. Since sooner or later he would be involved, he might as well take the initiative to enter the game. After thinking about it, he put down the tea cup. Nodded to the two.
"I am willing to go."
Joan and Malda smiled when they heard this. In the eyes of the two of them, this meant that Roland might return to the court in the future, and that he could be together every day even during the day.
"There are many high-ranking heroes in the branch ministers of this banquet. Ziegfei, Beowulf, Andersen and others will all come. These are the main heroes of the trial court today."
"At that time we can help you recommend."
Roland smiled at the two girls who were worried about him. He looked down at the tea cup on the table and muttered to himself with emotion.
"Fifty years of expedition, and finally going back."
The man breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he was a little nervous. After many years of return, how would the senior members of the trial court treat him?As a former senior, or as a potential opponent?
Looking at the man who was obviously nervous, Malda felt soft. She just thought of persuading her, and suddenly remembered her purpose of raising this topic. After thinking about it, she plucked up courage and directly reached out and grabbed Roland's right hand. .
"Lan, rest assured, I am here."
Malda clasped his fingers and said, Roland looked at the girl dumbfounded. Whether it was the way of holding hands or the affectionate words, the love was too obvious. Roland understood Malda instantly. Not wanting to hide it, he wanted to see what Joan was on now, but he didn't dare to turn his head.
Roland didn't move, but Malda turned her gaze to Joan of Arc. The blonde girl was struck by lightning at this time. She stared at the hands held by the two, and then met Malda's gaze.
What kind of eyes are that?
Clear, appraised, unwavering, seeming to dare to face all obstacles.Joan looked at these eyes and flinched for a while, her head lowered in confusion, but she immediately thought of the scenes she had spent with Roland.
She would never forget that when she was old and ugly, the man who accompanied her to grow old, the girl’s heart had already been set at the moment they embraced, that kind of deep-rooted love is simply better than hot. flame.
Can't give up, even sister Marda can't let it!
"Me too, will always be by Lan's side."
Joan stretched out her hand to clasp Roland's left hand with ten fingers, and she raised her head again, looking back at Malda with determination in her eyes.
Sure enough, is that true?
Marda looked at Joan of Arc in a dilemma. If it was something else, Marda would definitely let this younger generation who she regarded as her younger sister, but in terms of feelings...
The blue-haired girl thought of the dying man who was cursed and tortured on that bed, remembered the vows she swore when she embraced him, remembered the love that grew crazily in that peaceful life, only that, yes Malda would not give up on the initiative anyway.
Malda's gaze gradually became firmer, and Joan did not distinguish between them. The two did not speak any more, just clenched their hands, and looked at each other on the tea table.
The two saints didn't speak, but Roland couldn't stand it anymore, not because of the horrible Shura scene prologue, but because of - hand pain.
It hurts, it hurts so much, but I dare not speak.
From the moment the two met their eyes, the girls began to exert force subconsciously with their interlocking hands, and the strength of Marda and Jeanne were both players who could punch a potato mash.
Roland, who endured these ten major tortures in the Qing Dynasty, broke out in a cold sweat, persisted for nearly ten seconds and finally couldn't bear it. He stood up, broke the confrontation between the two, released his hand and smiled forcefully: "I'm going to the supermarket."
The man ran out of the house in a hurry. The showdown between the two beautiful girls in the house really scared him. He went to the supermarket and bought something casually. He went out of the door and didn't go home directly, but turned into the cigarette shop next door. .
Because of Joan of Arc, Roland has not smoked at home for a long time. He would go out to buy things when he was addicted to cigarettes. He would come to this cigarette shop to solve it, but recently it has become a steal at home to relax when the heart can’t stand it. .
"Boss, it's still the same."
Roland walked in the door and yelled expertly. Every time he came, he had become familiar with the old bearded man who was the boss, but what surprised him was that this time he responded not to the hoarse voice of the elderly, but to the sound of a lark. Girly voice.
"welcome."
The platinum blonde witch smiled.
Chapter 80 Mr. Roland, Ordinary Citizen
Ok?Has the boss changed?