My Heroic Life

Atalan stopped Roland who wanted to talk, and stared at Nero with his sharp eyes, making people afraid to look straight.

Nero watched the cat-eared girl trembling slightly, her throat slid and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

After being rejected, Nero really realized Atalante’s care for Roland, and also really realized the tension and horror of meeting with parents. She could understand that the other party was serious, and the next action might be a little careless. Go straight out.

So, what should I do...

"..."

His Majesty the Emperor lowered his head and tremblingly clenched his hands to think quickly. No one spoke in the garden for a while, and a pair of eyes were cast on the girl. Until a long time later, Nero seemed to think of something.

"By the way, my dear, do you remember Yu's bet with you?"

"Hey? A bet?"

"Yes, when I first met Shiyu once bet you, if you like you, you will eat the teacup. Now, it's time to be willing to lose."

Nero spoke two steps forward to the table, stretched out his hand to grab the teacup on the table, raised it to his mouth and bite it into pieces in full view.

"Crack!"

The sound of ceramic shattering sounded, and Nero chewed on the fragments of the teacup, staring at Atalanta awe-inspiringly, the enlightenment in his eyes and the blood left on his lips moved the heroes present.

No one thought that in order to prove his intentions, Nero actually went to eat a teacup and looked at the girl who was chewing on the debris. Even the Greek spirit could not ignore it no matter how biased it was.

"Hey, it's kind of..."

"...Sister, or forget it."

Amidst Roland’s stopping sound and the heroic spirits’ plea, Atalante’s gaze at Nero gradually softened. After a long time, she sighed and said with some sadness and relief:

"You are qualified."

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ps: It’s still two-in-one today, and I’ve been busy talking about New Year recently

Chapter 82 Brother Gou: I want to fight three!

Someone once said that everyone has their own fatigued moments. At this time, it is the greatest happiness to return to the elders and be a child.

Whether this sentence is correct or not, the benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees the wisdom, and ordinary people do not mention it for the time being. For some people who are not competent in the seniors, their younger generations will obviously not agree with this sentence.

Take Mr. Kuchurin, he thinks this sentence is fart.

The blue long-haired man looked back at the two elders he had been in contact with most in his life, and felt a lot of emotion at a time.

The first is the adoptive father Fergus, a man who makes him wonder if his brain is growing on his lower body.

Although he is a brave man who is brave and energetic, he is generous, rarely jealous, and he doesn't know what fear is. Generally speaking, he feels good, but his desire to breed and mate is too strong and his speech is terrible.

Sexual harassment speeches such as "Oh, good woman." and "Can you sleep with me?" are simply open mouths. Due to the excessive energy, it takes seven women at a time to get it done. It's a mobile planter.

The second is his master, Skaha, Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows.

That is a woman who has reached the pinnacle in both martial arts and magic. He once took young Cú Chulainn as a disciple, carefully nurtured him, and taught him to be an outstanding warrior. But what I have to say is that Skarha was in the eyes of Cú Chulainn She is really a woman full of puzzles.

It doesn't matter if you don't mention anything about yourself. Every day, her whereabouts are still a mystery, especially in the recent period of time.

He was serious about the battle, and every time he made Cuchurin wonder if he would be killed. As a teacher, he often assigned him some dangerous tasks, such as...to participate in the peace talks instead of Skaha.

Yes, this short mission without any superfluous decorations, a mere meeting, has been considered by Cuchurin as the most terrifying difficulty he has encountered since his birth.

I have to say that Mr. Big Dog is very capable. The battle continues to resurrect, he regains his strength, and protects against violent death. He possesses a trinity of skills. He is really going out of the sky. Once upon a time, he has been a single person to fight three. , Thousands of moves and hundreds of turns finally won the battle, creating a dream of immortal legends that will be passed down to future generations.

Then his dream came true, and he did hit three by himself.

The three people are Altria, Morgan Leffield and Joan of Arc.

He can indeed be passed on to future generations, but in the form of an Eastern Elegy-xx through the ages.

On that day, in the British conference hall, Cú Chulainn was blocked by twelve heroes. He had to tell him where Skaha was hiding, or he was asking about the Rushzi cross, but the blue-haired youth had been around for half a year. I haven't seen my teacher, how can I know this?

So he told the truth that he didn't know, and then there was quite a lot of confusion in the venue.

The heroic spirits from Europe couldn't sit still at that time, and a few people rushed up in a posture of action. The murderousness was obviously to chop him off and feed the dogs. The British round table knights all got up in fright and pulled their arms. Stopped at the waist and kept shouting:

"Wait, wait, don't be impulsive."

"Put away the sword first, calm down!"

Originally, according to the situation at the time, it would be very difficult for the Europeans who were stopped for the first time to want to go to war again. After all, they actually wanted to express their anger. They never thought of actually fighting with Cú Chulainn in Buckingham Palace. Altria and Morgan Lefco were sitting there, killing the Irish envoys in front of them, which was indeed a bit too much.

It is not that Beowulf, Siegfried, Edmund and others are afraid of them, but that they must give Britain a face, or that they must take care of the face of Roland who has left.

These are all widows of martyrs!Beowulf and the others are not blind, how could they not see the unclear relationship between their former presiding judge and these two people.

Moreover, the strategic alliance with Britain was a national policy, which was made by Roland himself at the time. Whether it was out of respect for him or the price already paid, this decision cannot be changed.

So this matter can be stopped for the time being, and both sides can find a step down, but as that sentence said, things are not as expected.

If a person feels that he will not die, he will naturally not be afraid of fighting, and Mr. Kuchurin is the representative of such a person.

"Hey, are you guys going to fight me? Well, the Irish warriors will never retreat!"

The blue-clothed youth took out the magic spear boldly, a spear spear brought a breeze, and the dreadlocks on his back swayed endlessly to show his romantic qualities.

"I want to fight three!"

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five minutes later.

The spacious conference room is now in a mess. Altria, Morgan Lef and Joan took their weapons and sat back on their seats with serious and indifferent expressions. On both sides of the table, whether it was the knights of the round table or the heroes of the court, They are already sitting on both sides honestly, as well-behaved as elementary school students waiting for class.

Too miserable, really miserable.

Mordred trembling with his hands on his knees, he felt the horror of his parents for the first time.

To be honest, at the beginning of the battle, Cú Chulainn was really good for a while. Relying on the ability to avoid the target, Morgan's magic bullet and Joan's black pile had no way to take him, and the battle was stuck for a while.

However, these were all vanished under Altria's participation in the war.

Under the protection of the end, in the prestige of Lungominiad, the protection skill of Cú Chulainn's arrow avoidance was invalid, and he couldn't avoid it. He took a blow from the holy spear frontally, and fell directly to the ground at that time. Now, if things just develop to this point, then you are lucky.

It is a pity that he continues to fight.

Cuchurin got up again, with a gray head and face as if he had just walked out of the explosion site, but he was only halfway out of the small crater with his scarlet spear, and was blocked by two women in black.