My Heroic Life

The purple-haired beauty interrupted the man. She stretched out her hand to reset Roland's scattered black hair to her back, with a rare smile on her face.

"I said, I won't do things that really hate you."

"......Ok."

"So, trust me, just trust me, I will always be your companion."

"......I understand."

After being silent for a while, Roland straightened up, looked at Skaha's gentle red pupil and nodded.

There have been enough misunderstandings between him and Skaha. A lot of the words of this woman in the past have been ignored. Even Skaha has been treated as a lunatic lunatic for a period of time. Roland couldn't help feeling guilty in his heart.

And when those crazy talk became the future, Roland also sighed a little more. Perhaps in this crazy world, Skaha was the only person who was observing everything at that moment and staying sober.

Chapter 124 Guess I Know You More

Roland didn't know in what mood Skaha insisted on reading the clairvoyance content, but he felt that anyone would never be in a good mood seeing this kind of thing, right?

Whether it is disasters, wars, or the misery and despair of the heroes at their end, except for the anti-social personality, this is not something that people with normal values ​​like to see, because this is not a movie, but a reality.

"You always look at this kind of things, won't you be uncomfortable?"

"...I'm okay, I'm used to it, there is no mood swing anymore."

"...Well, that's a good thing to some extent, at least better than what I am now."

"Ah, there are exceptions. My mentality will also be affected in your case."

Skaha looked at Roland, who was panting in the mirror, staring for a long time and adding:

"There are always things you can't get used to."

"..."

Roland tried his best to calm his breath and listened to Skaha's words in silence. He didn't know what kind of mood Skaha was in carrying out this action to rob Roland, but it must be uncomfortable.

The prophet can indeed know the future, but because of this it will not be understood.

If you put Roland in the position of Skaha, you can probably only do this if you want to prevent this tragedy. After all, if you don’t even have evidence, you will run to Nero and tell Nero that you will die if you get married. Isn’t this just nonsense? ?

Roland estimated that Nero would be furious on the spot, then use it as a demon to deceive the crowd, and may even arrest people directly.

What he said to Roland... I am afraid he would not believe it, after all, this is too unthinkable, and the poison core is now lurking, and there is no way to verify it.

For Scarha, this is a battle for those who don’t understand. She must complete the rescue under the hatred of those who want to save. It is simply a black humor full of irony. What Roland said before is probably a lot of She is very sad.

"...I'm sorry, I didn't know this before, so I just treat you as a slutty who can't control the desire. Don't mind what I said before, just forget it."

"...Well, nothing, I don't care."

Skaha answered vaguely, his red pupils were guilty for a moment, and his face was rarely unnatural.

No, actually I do greedy your body.

The beauty with purple hair thought about this, and thought it would be better not to tell Roland about this first, while the teenager with long black hair turned on the faucet, rinsed his mouth and washed his face with cold water.

Even the soul couldn't avoid feeling the cold. After washing his face with high-concentration magic water, Roland straightened up and let out a breath, letting his body relax completely, and then... his knees softened and he almost knelt down.

Now he is not just a psychological shadow. After dozens of hours of fighting, Roland feels that his waist is deflated, and his whole body is in the state of stepping on cotton. Now that his body relaxes, he can't even stand firmly.

Then he went to help the wall.

There was no way, it was too empty, and the waist felt like it was about to be broken. He could only help the wall to walk. Although Skaha was by his side, Roland felt that it was too shameful to be supported by a woman at this time.

The man squinted at Skaha and found that the beauty with purple hair seemed to be even more beautiful. Although he looked a little tired, he had an inexplicable feeling of flying.

Is this the difference between the exporter and the receiver?No, it seems that Skaha has to throw him a few blocks after taking into account his usual physical fitness, but Roland feels that he should not vomit for the time being. After all, the fluid in his body is probably already in a hurry.

"Do you need help?"

"No, I can do it myself."

"okay."

Skaha didn't say anything when she saw the boy's stubborn appearance, just smiled, showing the virtuous side of the man's face, she yawned after thinking about it, and stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyes.

"I'm so tired, I seem to be unable to hold on, so I will go to bed first."

Scarha didn't stay to embarrass the man. She was relieved after knowing that Roland was okay, and after the woman was gone, Roland also breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted his breathing and started his long march.

Five minutes later, Roland, who had finally climbed onto the bed along the root of the wall, fell onto the bed, as if he had walked 25,000 miles, fatigue hitting him like a wave, and in the overflowing sense of weakness, he fell into a coma.

After he fell asleep, Skaha, whose eyes were closed on the bed, opened his red pupils and stretched out his arms to pull the man into his arms.

"Really, this aspect of being strong has not changed every time."

It seemed to be a little troubled to say so, Skaha gently kissed the boy's cheek and whispered:

"Then good night, my dear."

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More than ten hours later, in the bedroom of the Kingdom of Shadows.

Roland woke up on this big bed for the second time.

The long-haired young man was in a daze for a while, and then his eyes gradually became clear. After remembering the fierce battle that took place before and the clairvoyance of Skaha afterwards, he looked around and found that there was no woman with purple hair beside him. .

Sitting up and scanning the room, Roland found that the bedroom had obviously been cleaned up again. The glass bottles that were still all over the floor had been picked up by Skaha, and the clothes he had taken off were also taken away.

The room was quiet, and only a small green ball was left floating in the air. Roland glanced at it roughly, presumably it was Skaha's magic again.

"Huh? Are you awake? Don't you sleep a little longer?"

As if verifying Roland's words, Skaha's voice came from the light ball, and the boy was taken aback for a moment and replied:

"Well, enough sleep."

"That's it, if you want to get up, then go take a shower. The hot water in the bathroom is ready, and then just come to the restaurant directly. I'm preparing food."

"okay."

Listening to this series of speeches, Roland had a strange illusion. He felt like he was in an ordinary family and an office worker with an ordinary wife.

Unfortunately, this is just an illusion.

This home is not ordinary, it is a super large castle-like building, and the outside is full of winds and angers like winter. My "wife" is also not ordinary. She is the most mysterious queen in the world. As for himself...it seems to be a real office worker.