My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 172: The Origin of Avalon

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Keiral shook his head slightly and didn't call her because he knew that she had left but was definitely hiding around to look at him.

But since Bayun Zi wants to see it, he can't find it either, in fact, there are not many people in the fantasy country who can find it.

Kerall shook his head gently, grabbing C.C. and Evangeline's little hand and slowly walking along the lake towards the Red Devil's Palace, but there was nothing elegant about blindness.

The two of them were very well-behaved, but rather intimidated by this dangerous and pervasive fantasy town, especially Evangeline.

“Hoo-hoo ~ hoo ~ hoo ~” The gatekeeper of Red Demon Hall, a special, Sichuan-speaking red hair Chinese girl Red Mei Ling is sleeping, in fact, 80 percent of the time is sleeping, very strange, Keiral is also very fond of her.

Keiral didn't wake her up either looking at her asleep, just smiling and leading them through the courtyard and pushing them straight into the door.

The huge ocean hall is just dragged with curtains. It's still dark in the middle of the day. Evangelinton feels so alive. Obviously, vampires live in environments where, of course, vampires care about vampires.

C.C., on the other hand, was frightened by the environment and shrunk his arm by grabbing Kerall.

Kerall smiled and patted her gently, then continued walking the two of them inward through the hallway.

Shortly afterwards, someone came to greet her, but she was the maid of the Red Devil's Palace for 16 nights in bloom.

The Red Devil's Palace is small, so despite its size, there are only three servants: the janitor Red Mei Ling, the little devil who takes care of Patchouli's living, and the two top superior maids and housekeepers for 16 nights.

Sixteen nights he looked at Kerall with amazing eyes, and then turned his eyes to Evangeline's face.

A moment of uncertainty on the face.

In her mind, Kerall seemed to want to bring a vampire to make out with her.

Scared 16 nights and jumped.

Keiral smiled and grabbed her hands empty-handed. At 16 nights, she took three steps back like a frightened rabbit, but it was her and Keiral's secret. It was absolutely impossible to sue anyone, not even a young lady, but a chance for Keiral to find out...

At that time, it was really killing and killing.

But the two became a similar embarrassing relationship.

Sixteen nights now saw Keiral's movements and the slightest smile in the corner of his mouth. When it was really embarrassing, it was just a gesture, but it was heartbreaking to see Keiral's eyes closed again. He just silently dropped his hand and sighed and said, "Come with me. ”

Then he turned around and walked to the inner courtyard.

C.C. Curiosity measured inside * * down, just holding Keiral's hand wouldn't let go, while Evangeline measured Keiral with a strange look up and down, a man who thought he could just play tricks not only slaughtered dragons before, but now many relationships seem to be good and can't be good anymore. Making her instinct curious, such a man... so contradictory, so strange.

The contradiction naturally means that since he can treat his friends as if they were relatives, and she is shamelessly unreliable to her enemies, such a man is so strange...

“What are you doing here?” With a crisp voice, sitting in a large Western chair, the whole person was weary of it, with a lazy red demon house lady, Remilia lazy waved her hands at Kerall, pointy fingernails with an evil charm in them, but did it with a twelve or three-year-old little girl, some psychopath in her heart probably even had to react.

Kerall was surprised, but held Evangeline up and hugged her in her struggle.

“Huh ~” The corner of his mouth made a slight noise, and Keiral did not care to dance and struggle with Evangeline, just handed Evangeline over to Remilia, and the fate of the two vampires was concluded.

And Kerall smiled, leading C.C. all the way down to the vast library beneath the Red Devil's Palace.

He didn't come here today to talk about Evangeline.

Even though Evangeline is a vampire, C.C. is a thousand times bigger than Evangeline in Kerall's eyes!

The dim lights in the underground library of the Red Devil's Palace have been pouring oil, and even Patchouli's messenger in a magical fantasy country: the little devil can easily put out the fire.

Compared to the dim oil lamp, the white glowing crystal on the other side of the desk is obviously used as a lamp for reading.

Sitting under the light, Patchouli's face looked snowy and white, beautiful to stop breathing, white onion fingers gently turned over a page of the book, and the brush she brought up was like the only voice in this quiet place, like a row of jade fingers across the book page appeared wise and calm, with this elegant Patchouli wearing a relaxed nightgown and a soft silk cap over her head, making her look incredibly focused.

As if she had heard the footsteps of two people, Patchouli raised her head and held her own eyes. This motion made her look instantly add several percentage points of charm. Seeing Kerall, she smiled, as if it was a stunning gesture.

Her best friend, Remilia, who was familiar with her destiny, had warned herself not to mingle too much with Keiral, but apparently Keiral's charm was literally unstoppable and Remilia, a literary teenager, quickly immersed herself in it.

Like the little lover who saw her husband come back, Lyria smiled slightly red at Keiral and Keiral smiled back.

But when I saw Keiral's eyes, I frowned slightly, stood up, forgot that I still had books on my knees, instantly the books were raining, didn't care about the books, naturally there was a little devil to clean them up, Patchouli lit the gap between the books and came to Keiral, touched his eyes with her hands, the colorful light appeared in her hands, she was a magician for seven weeks and she was a Master in magic.

A slight frown shook his head, and Patchouli gently sighed between Kerall's eyebrows with her white jade fingers.

Kerall smiled and didn't care. He grabbed C.C. 's hand and asked Patchouli, "This girl is given immortality. Let's study it and see if we can get this ability to a medium, or at least an ability to heal her master.” Kerall said it, but remembered the legend of the future King Arthur...

The so-called Fantasy Home... not strangled, huh?