My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 398: Fantasy Home Fantasy

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“So that's it.” Kerall shrugged his hands and said with a smile to Bayun purple.

Bayun purple also raised her eyebrows slightly, as the relationship between the two people was completely free from such hypocritical talk.

“Are you going alone?” The scent asks slightly nervously.

She knew that Kerall was devoid of any killing magic, and although it was powerful, it was clear that Kerall would die even if consumed in the face of absolute strength.

That's what she's worried about most.

“Don't worry. Oh, I brought a reliable fighting power.” Kerall smiled at the consolation wind to see the fragrant worries.

“Huh? Is this the kind of girl who smells like milk and dries when you're reliable?” Nor did he see Bayun purple raise his hand, and saw Mikasa fall out of her side, looking at Mikasa in a foolish way, and Keiral burst out laughing.

“Don't look at her so stunned, she's still reliable in close physical beats.” Kerall's words let the scent snort: “Really, why don't I give her a try? ”

“Scented, as a great monster, don't bully ordinary people.” Kerall grinned and dissuaded.

“No, Your Highness, I just wanted to try the power of the so-called Great Monster.” Mikasa, with a decent face, stood up from the floor, holding her fist in her right hand on her chest and saying out loud: “Please let me try and let me know what my gap is with each other. ”

“Ha ha...” The wind that was made out of her anger gave her a few more hints of fragrance: “Interesting, I'll be all yours! ”

“Scented... don't be crippled.” Although Keiral can be reborn by maiming him, it is clear that the strength of the reborn limb, like a baby, cannot be compared to the muscles he had worked out for more than two decades before, so Keiral's minimum requirement is absolutely no disability.

“Got it.” The wind revealed a smile between her fragrant lips, rushing straight out of the Red Devil's Palace, a loud noise, which was supposed to have gone out the window, and she just slammed through a door.

This is Red Demon Hall. Red Demon Hall is the biggest homeowner in Fantasy Town. What can I do to save them?

The wind sees the scent as a great monster's dominance, but it's never afraid of what the Red Devil's Palace says.

“Come on.” Inserting her umbrella directly into the dirt, the wind saw the scent pinch her fist bones, make a crackling noise, she has never covered her other side in front of Kerall, for these monsters disguise or anything meaningless, can accept that all of her lovers are true lovers, can't accept herself and just get together and let go - oh, some sad monsters may eat their lovers and let them “stay together forever”.

Of course, the most spectacular scent is pulling “lover less than full” as a flower fat.

“Hmm.” Don't look at Mikasa's usual humble expression, but how can she be the strongest fighter without any arrogance?

Brain number one, combat number one, academic number one, leadership number one, she is Kerall's best, best disciple, she has always thought that, in fact, Mikasa's pride can despise most people, but with courtesy she hides her pride and makes herself the leader of the fighters with great relationships and communication.

Then, her pride came to Fantasy Country, still.

From being stunned in the beginning to killing ordinary fairy monsters, Fantasy Home is a mysterious place that gives people the feeling of "it's not that big a deal”.

Including the battle between Kerall and Kanako Yasaka, there seems to be nothing too special besides gorgeous. Mikasa is slightly less hostile.

Mikasa was quite uncomfortable when she said she was trying Mikasa's level with a thousandth of her strength, except that she shrunk her pupils in horror when she stepped on her head.

You can see, you can't hide!

So fast!

Immediately forming a defense with your hands is much faster than pulling your legs apart faster.

But the blow kicked her eight meters away.

Mikasa, whose hands were weak and trembling, put down her arms, looked at the wind and saw the scent, a serious face, she finally admitted her power, no wonder she could be proud to fear the comfort of His Highness Kerall in and out this time, even though she did not know whether one thousandth of her strength was true or false, but the strength of the other lay there, if she underestimated the other, it was her own correction.

Pull out the knife that sticks between her waist, and her movements suddenly shine in front of her eyes.

“This kid is great.” Bayun purple sighed lightly, and Keiral had sat in a chair watching the two fighting, and Bayun purple lay on Keiral's shoulder like no bone, smiling and watching the battle on the field, as if watching the two monkeys.

However, Mikasa's action brightened her eyes and praised Bayun Purple very much looking forward to the next development: “Is it not the dragon teeth you left behind from the dragon slaughter that the child has in his hand?! ”

With the age and experience of Bayun Purple, you can naturally see what kind of weapon material Mikasa has in her hand.

“Exactly, that's it.” Kerall laughed: “If the scent isn't serious, it's going to be a loss. ”

The wind sees that the fragrance is playing. Of course, if you are serious about Mikasa, the average person who fights with his muscles, the mean Bayun purple next to her will ruthlessly cut off her face. It is the most intolerable thing to be ridiculed by the rival Bayun purple in front of Keiral.

So even though Mikasa did a great job pulling out the knife, the scent still didn't get serious.

“Humph, let you know the gap between humans and monsters!!” The scent smiled slightly, rushing up like a shell, another side kick, this time Mikasa is ready and not going to stop hard, since you can't jump, then get down!

Kneeling down Mikasa avoided her attack by exploiting the height gap of the fragrance, and stabbed her hard between the fragrance voids?

The instant scent situation is dangerous because one side kick ends up with Mikasa on her back, so Mikasa is now attacking her back!

A very dangerous distance.

As a monster, his instincts noticed that Mikasa's weapon was not quite right, but he didn't panic, humming gently, one light flip, and his other foot kicked directly at Mikasa's wrist with his heel.

The immense power instantly swung from the wrist, Mikasa's wrist suddenly crispy, and then she couldn't even hold the knife's hand, and then two knives flew up into the sky.

Mikasa withdrew.

A steady scent stretched out his hands and caught two knives.

Looking at the short knife with the sharp bones, the faint dragon is very familiar with it, and instantly makes the scent laugh out: “No wonder I feel so dangerous. Is this Kai's dragon toothpick? ”

Neither scent nor purple are fools, IQ is absolutely more than a few times the age of two “teenagers" who live a hundred times the age of ordinary people. They both know that Keral slaughtered the dragon, Artoria bathed the dragon's blood, and even Keral's eyes were invisible because they changed eyes with Artoria.

If it was a dragon horn, it would never have been so small, and that dragon horn could have sharpened five or six knives —— if it had the means of cutting.

Keiral took the dragon horn and begged a lot of people. In the end, though it was cut out, most of it was given away. There were only two of them out there.

So this is supposed to be dragon tooth grinding.

A dragon tooth can go from a short sword to a dagger to a flying knife, sharpening many layers of weaponry, so long as it's sharp, it's almost unbreakable.

Grinding, but soft kung fu, touching hard swords, but hard kung fu!

So hardness is almost different.

“There's Baoshan in the sky and it won't work. You're the only one who wants to protect Kerall? Don't laugh.” Ironically, two weapons were thrown on the ground and turned to walk indoors.

Mikasa's face was low and calm, her long hair blocked her expression, no one could see what she was thinking, walked in front of the two knives, picked up the knife, into the sheath, Mikasa slowly followed behind the scent.

Shame on you!

Mikasa's face is filled with this expression, this disgrace that gives her the direct shame... this disgrace...

Warm hands resting on her shoulders, warm words warming people's hearts, gentle smiles making people want to cry: “Shame and courage are the root causes of human progress. ”

“It is also why mankind can occupy the continent while monsters can only move to fantasy towns.” Keiral's words made the two great monsters roll their eyes, but he was right: “From the very beginning, humans were nothing more than monster bait, to the slow and monstrous dichotomy, to the very end, monsters had to give way, from stones, wooden sticks, to metal iron apparatus, to the evolution of colonized tribes, and humans reached this point in their long years of awareness. ”

“So, recognizing the gap with them, work hard on it.” Keiral's smile slowly rekindled Mikasa's face.

“Oh, we're gonna be mad at you for saying that.” With a horrible smile, Bayun purple and the wind saw the scent holding Kerall, smiling and saying.

Keiral shrugged with an innocent smile. The women on both sides were constantly pressing their nutritious breasts on their hands, which had been fed for thousands of years. They looked angry. In fact, they wanted to make Keiral look ugly. The two women were as if they had negotiated. Ya on Keiral's arm was to make Keiral look ugly in front of his subordinates.

Humph, who is Keiral? After a hundred wars, the rifle is still there, the sunset is quite red, just a calm innocent smile: “Am I wrong? ”

“Yeah, that's right.” Eight clouds of purple bite the incisors, "he said.

“Exactly.” The scent bites the teeth and cuts the words.

How come he's not hard when I'm running out of cheap money for him?

“Okay, Mikasa, you go for a spin. I'm telling you how to get stronger at the party this afternoon.” Keiral's words gave Mikasaha a a toast and walked out the door.

As soon as Mikasa walked out of the door, Kerall lifted them on a soft stall.

The Red Demon Hall is one of the few rich people in the fantasy country, and even the carpet is as soft as a bed, despite the incredible fragrance of the flesh and beatitude that just showed, and Kerall pressed it under her like a weak young girl.

“You two monsters.” Now it's Kerall's turn to bite and cut his teeth.

“Ah ~ Why, Lord Wise, revered by all the people, are you going to violence us weak, powerless monster girls?” Bayun asked sadly, but the smile in the corner of his eyes could not be hidden.

“Poor flower demons who can only grow flowers say they cannot resist the tyranny of the wise.” Fragrant Chuchu cooperated with Bayun purple, but the corners of her mouth were almost unbearable to laugh out of the peripheral nerves and betrayed her.

“You two monsters.” Keiral lay down on them with a smile and suddenly sighed deeply in a very deep tone: “Thank you... thank you so much for everything. ”

Keiral suddenly changed his mind from funny to emotional, and all of a sudden he made two monsters over 2,000 years old look red, "Nothing.” The wind sees the scent and begins to move towards his own hair.

“Do we have to thank each other for our relationship?” Bayun purple was an old monster who lived 1,700 years. After blushing, he grabbed Keiral gently and asked with a smile.

“Not really.” Kerall climbed up with a smile and said.

“Chi, thieve-hearted, thieveless guy.” The wind sees the scent twirling and humming.

“Ha ha, it's almost time for the party.” Kerall smiled softly. “Are you in front of everyone now...? ”

After all, Keiral was the guy who had been on the battlefield with real guns and made a big face of the wind to see the scent, and the wind to see the scent was horrible, but she was far from the crowd, the person who lived alone, who hadn't dealt with anyone in almost hundreds of years, she didn't even dare to approach her, let alone other ordinary monsters, completely incapable of communicating, the scent of the wind was just the ability to express her own anger and sorrow, and only Keiral could find her words in her simplest, most primitive expression.

And Keiral's magic of light is the most suitable magic for her, and every time she comes close to Keiral, it gives her a relaxed and comfortable smell, which is the feeling of flowers facing the sun.

The sun is just a fireball that keeps shining light, and Kerall is “light” in itself.

So it's actually more fascinating to be around Kerall than to get up every morning and absorb the sun and let the wind see the scent.

The sun is best only at that moment in the morning, but Keiral is more comfortable than the sun at all times, so he understands how the wind feels about Keiral.

People who have fallen in love should understand how dependent it is to feel warm and relaxed around a person.

Keiral is what makes people feel that way. He is not the sun, the closer he will not be, the more powerful he will burn, and eventually fall into the dust. He is a more comfortable light than the sun. His presence cannot be captured or restrained, but it is already a very happy thing to be alone with him. If he sleeps slowly in his light beside him, I'm afraid it is the happiest thing in the world?

“Get up, the party's about to start.” Keiral handed out his hands to the two men, and the scent graced Keiral's left hand, and Bayun pulled Keiral's right hand and stood gracefully.

“Humph, you guys, it's really hard to get angry.” Bayun had to open the fold fan to cover his mouth, exclaiming, "but let the mortals take you for decades.” Bayun's purple smile does not hide his thoughts at all: “After those mortals are crushed to ashes by the wheels of time, we will win again, and the wind will smell spectacular. ”

Keiral looked at the two females in a struggle, and he couldn't stop laughing. It wasn't just them. Probably in Fantasy Country. He had “sinful" females. Haven't they been wiping their hands for a long time?

The districts have been waiting for more than 50 years.

Keiral is not a mortal, he and Patchouli are only one step away from the Great Mage. With Patchouli living in her 120s, there is no problem, let alone Keiral who practises the eternal magic of the Light System?

For more than 50 years, let's say they gave Altoria time to cherish that happiness for more than 50 years.

Nor did Keiral conceal his idea that ordinary humans would return to their homes in their eighties, and that a perpetual king would only allow the country's thinking and advancing into dead ends, dead waters and rotten waters, which Keiral understood.

In Kerall's view, both ancient and modern political thinking is problematic, and modern political thinking is too short - what can political life do for as little as four years and as little as 10 years? Ten years ago, before the industrial revolution, you couldn't even fix a railroad?!

As in ancient times, the political problem in ancient times was that the rule was too long and not yet permanent, which could lead to a country going a long way on that wrong decision once the wrong one had been made.

Both are problematic, both are very problematic, so Kerall is worried about this kind of political system, but in fact, fantasy township people haven't really looked at it for decades, with a sense of charity, and their war won't actually start until more than 50 years later. By then, fantasy township must be very exciting, right?!

Slowly, more and more people, the Red Demon Hall is getting louder and louder, and Keiral's connections finally startled Bayun Purple... “When did this guy ever have a relationship with so many people when I wasn't paying attention? ”

Anyway, the summer in Fantasy Township has finally begun… (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)