My Heroic Life

Then Roland, who was half asleep and half awake, had a strange dream. In the dream, two trifling thieves sneaked in the corridor to pick the door lock. After success, they even wanted to come to bed to steal something. Out of the state of sleep, the voices of two people suddenly rang in their ears.

"Malda, what to do, he is asleep."

"Hey, did we take too long to make up our minds..."

What, it's you guys.

Roland's subconsciousness was completely relaxed when he heard the voices of the two girls, and he immediately prepared to turn back to his dreamland, but he suddenly stopped after taking a step.

Ok???

they?At this?

The man lying on the bed suddenly widened his eyes. He turned his head and took a look, facing the surprised eyes of the two people kneeling on the bed.

"what!"

A short scream sounded, the volume was not high, or even very low, but it was surprising that the scream came from Joan of Arc, the dragon witch hurriedly covered her chest, who was wearing only sling underwear, on the other side The moment Marda met her eyes, her body also trembled. She bit her lower lip tightly, and the white gauze decorated her half-covered pajamas made her look like a descendant angel.

"Ah, you, you!"

Roland stared in the first second, sluggish in the second second, and covered his nose in the third second.

It's not that Roland's willpower is not good, but someone cheated, and Marda's pajamas were actually empty!

The effect of the skill of the natural physical body is directly doubled under this lingering style, and the charm effect of a few seconds seizes the high ground of a man's IQ.

"Hey, you guys, what is it like to dress like this..."

Roland asked in a wave of knowingly, because his brain is now, he didn't know what to say, only what to do, and looking at the man whose complexion was reddened and breathing more and more quickly, Marda and Jeanne looked at each other suddenly. So nervous.

This was the rare thing they saw when Roland looked embarrassed. Most of the time, he was always at ease, making the two girls feel that everything was what he expected.

Malda curled up her lips, and said to Joan with some rejoicing: "You see, our preparations are still useful."

"...Indeed, it seems to work pretty well."

Jeanne's face turned red and gradually put down her hands, showing her perfect body. Roland stared at her movements with his eyes straight, feeling that his thinking was about to turn gray.

"Malda, your skills!"

"Of course I know that my skill effects are working, so I endured the shame and dressed like this...you didn't respond when you were in the bath."

The blue-haired saint said this with some resentment. In fact, the two of them had this kind of thought when they were in the bath. They didn't expect that Roland would not accept the move at all and could only resort to night attacks.

"Really, it is too much to allow girls to be so proactive."

Malda said so and knelt on the bed and crawled towards the man. Roland's will told him to stop her, but the body was very honest and motionless.

The quilt was pulled aside, revealing Roland's body in pajamas. Malda, wearing a white gauze pajamas, slowly crawled to Roland's side, raised her head and looked at him with some timidity and shyness, and the emotion in her eyes seemed to overflow.

"Lan, I, I haven't experienced it, so..."

The girl lowered her head shyly. The subtext she wanted to induce was already obvious. Roland was organizing the language in his brain, but the bed sank again. This time it was Jeanne who climbed up.

"I, I just don't want to lose to those British women, I don't want to..."

Joan slowly moved closer, blushing, and added:

"It's also the first time, so I leave it to you."

Roland's eyes widened, his face stiff.

give it to me?Haha, after three lifetimes, I have been a virgin for a hundred years, Nima's, it's too miserable.

Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but feel like crying. They all said that I was a great magician when I was 30 years old. What am I 100 years old?

Saints of the Three Realms?

But in the current situation, this kind of thing is obviously impossible to say, and haven't you seen a pig run without eating pork?After reading the textbook thousands of times, why should I not do it?

No one taught when the first humans did this kind of thing.

Thinking of these and none, Roland slowly straightened up. If it was normal, he might have been on it. After all, it was a bit too much for a girl to do this, but now...

The youth regained his clarity at this moment. He turned to look at the moonlight outside the window, and suddenly said:

"Otherwise, after the war."

"Ok?"

"why?"

The two saints' breathing was stagnant, and they questioned together. Roland didn't look at the expressions of the two people, and said with a strong smile:

"In case, I mean just in case, if I didn't come back, wouldn't it be..."

In the honest person Roland's thinking, it's cool now, but when the time comes, he will leave and he will not even be able to bear the responsibility. This is not his style, but he thinks this way, but Joan and Marda don't think so.

"You, your sense of responsibility is too heavy." Malda said helplessly: "It is usually a good thing, but now..."

"I heard those two women talk about your stupidity before, but I never felt it, but now I understand it, huh, what a fool."

Roland was stunned by the two people. What happened to the feeling that only me can't do it?

The two girls looked at the young man's incomprehensible appearance and became angry. Malda pulled Roland in front of her and said:

"It's all this way, do you think we will remarry after you die?"

"Hey?"

The man was taken aback, seeing Malda with a slightly angry expression suddenly moved a little, and Joan continued on the side:

"And it's so stupid to conquer the house after the war, it sounds unlucky."

"This is indeed..."

Roland admitted this somewhat speechlessly. Malda looked at Roland for a while, then suddenly lowered her head and whispered:

"Lan, do you know why we came to you today?"

"Hey? I don't know."

"Because we don't know whether we will survive the next battle."

Marda stretched out her hand to draw a circle on the man's chest, and said softly: "Although it is not particularly scared, but when I think of dying like this after not having it even once, I always feel sorry for this love. Joan thinks so too? "

"...I, I just don't want to leave regrets, huh, just treat it as a reward for him."