My Heroic Life

The hem of Nero’s wedding dress has now been burned, and part of it has become wavy. Joan of Arc’s long-range attacks have stopped. The two sides are fighting hand-to-hand, but whether it is the dragon witch or the emperor, or even one side with Ah He didn't even think of the pope he was fighting against.

At this moment, the top of their heads is full of greenery.

"Wait, Skaha, I, I understand, we are not enemies, maybe we have some misunderstandings, but there is still a chance to save, as long as you withdraw your people first..."

Roland looked up at the woman who was close to him, and began to say begging for mercy. On the side where Skaha hadn't noticed, the young man's hand began to gather a faint light, moving towards the edge inch by inch.

"I don't know your purpose, but now your image in my heart is not good..."

Signal flare, just hit this flare down...

The young man’s long black hair, like silk and satin, was scattered, and his goblin-like beauty in the fire light increased his power by three points. It made people expect a breathtaking beauty. He tried his best to maintain a nonchalant attitude to attract women’s attention and cover his hands. The light, with a sound of slamming, played so thoroughly.

Then, just as his hand was about to reach the gap, just when he had almost confirmed the success of his strategy, Skarha moved again.

"Well, I understand all these things you said, but before dealing with those, I choose to receive my prize first."

The purple-haired woman reached out her hand and picked up Roland's faint fingertips directly, and then...hold it.

Then I sucked it up.

"..."

Shocked Roland!

What the hell?My flare was eaten?

No, that's not right, what are you doing!

The long-haired boy had wide-eyed eyes and had a dreamlike illusion, and when he was in a daze, Skaha had already resumed his previous work.

"Wait, wait! Are you crazy? We are on the roof!"

"It doesn't matter, I made a barrier before, and the two of us cannot be seen by others."

???

Do you still have a premeditated crime?

"You, calm down... I beg you."

"I am calm now."

Skaha's licking, gnawing and biting all the way down, the boy's clothes had already been taken off by her. The weakness of the body and the stimulation from the outside made Roland's mind already chaotic.

"No, not in this place!"

With another twitch, Skaha raised his head while supporting the boy's soft body, and whispered softly.

"Is it here too? Well, I almost remember all the sensitive points of your body."

"You, is that enough? Don't go too far!"

The long-haired boy squinted humiliatingly, but the next moment it turned into a round stare.

Because Skarha was about to undress.

"Hey! Are you crazy?"

Roland turned his head and glanced down, grabbing Skaha's hand.

"Nero and Joan are below!"

"I'm just collecting my loot, your opinion is not within my scope of consideration, and..."

Scarha's red pupil stared at Roland's lips, recalling Nero's previous kiss, and said lightly:

"I am revenge."

Chapter 113 Let go of him, bitch!

Roland never thought that one day he would be so embarrassed.

First, the moves were beaten so thoroughly that they were tangible, and then the pursuit-style affection taking advantage of his illness to kill him. Now he is on the verge of crime.

Roland's hand trembled and squeezed towards Skaha with all his strength, but the weakness in his body and the ill attributes after the outbreak made Roland very weak, especially after being swept through the upper body by the woman in front of him like mine. .

Skaha may not be very skilled, but the young man is more sensitive. Now Roland's blushing face is not so good, but even so, he knows that there are some things he can't do.

"Retaliation? Are you just revenge?"

The long-haired boy raised his big watery eyes, gritted his teeth and said:

"Nero kissed me, how about you?"

"Huh? Am I not?"

"You are a big head! You are foreplay!"

The young man angrily complained about Scarha's atrocities. Upon hearing this, the purple-haired woman stopped and thought a little bit.

Scarha briefly reviewed Roland's attitude in this regard in the past, and had to admit that he was a little impatient, but what could be done?

"It's like a delicious dessert, people always want to try it."

"what did you say?"

"No, it's nothing."

Skaha slowly straightened up as he said so, and there were some changes in the battlefield of the heroes on the other side.

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Cuchurin is an excellent fighter, at least once he thought so.

After being born young and vigorously hitting invincible hands of the same age, and then entering the shadow country of Skaha at a young age to practice, after experiencing a trial of life-death, he successfully obtained the extremely high force value. The old lady with purple hair left after affirmation.

Up to this point, even if Cú Chulainn's leveling journey is over, even with it seems to have ended his bad luck. Since he returned home from graduating from the Kingdom of Shadows, he really has a rosy life that envy others. .

Appreciated by the ancestor of Skaha, Cú Chulainn seems to outsiders to have a double harvest of career and love. Not only has he become the dream girl of Connaught Queen Maeve, he has also been appointed as the Minister of Foreign Affairs and the British diplomatic envoy. And many other positions.

In the eyes of the Irish internal fighters, the loyal Kuchulin has also become a veritable leader, just like Ireland's latest rising star Dilumudo, one of Kuchurin's little brothers.

Wealth, fame, and love, in the eyes of outsiders, Cú Chulainn is already a standard life winner panel, but as the saying goes, there is pain in self-knowledge. In fact, Cú Chulainn is not as smooth as others think.

First of all, the so-called love. Queen Maeve is a standard bitch model. One of her boyfriends is his adoptive father Fergus. Mr. Cuchurin obviously did not mean to have a long-term relationship with his godfather, so this aspect is completely Mei. Fu's unrequited love.

The second is the official position. Cuchulin has always felt that it is not a good thing to be the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Raoshi. To describe it in metaphors, it is almost like stepping on shit when running on the prairie, and it is still the kind of stepping more than ten feet.