My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 626: West Country

Knight Vodka initially wanted to struggle, but Keiral held her tight, and she worried about Keiral's “easy dislocation if you push hard" intimidation, which led to Keiral flying higher and higher, and she was afraid to let go of Keiral's waist hand.

In the case of water from that continent of the Fiore kingdom, the altitude of the magic airship is about 1,200 metres, and the monster over there flies at altitudes ranging from 1,000 metres to 800 metres, but these altitudes are too low for Kerall.

Kerall, who is already used to being at least 10,000 meters high by Boeing, has now risen to about 6,000 meters high, although a little cold, but both wear more. Knight Vodka would have worn thicker clothes to resist the cold flow in the sky, because her giant beast can fly up to 1,200 meters high and her armor is made of iron, so the iron conductor cold will definitely be much colder, so she is wearing thicker inside, instead, Kerall doesn't have to worry about her cold, Kerall is more convenient, his white cape is originally made of fox leather, just need to pull the cape together to resist all the cold, of course, some ice prisms on her face are inevitable.

It's just that Keiral's cape is huge, it's usually unknown behind Keiral's shoulder, it looks like a decoration, and it's very windy, but now it's wrapped in the Night Vodka. Night Vodka was scared when she looked at the scenery below, and she was so bored with Keiral's head. Though it warmed up all of a sudden, she got scared.

Her hands danced and she struggled, pulling Keiral's pants hard and climbing Keiral's waist.

When she pushes so hard, Kerall loses her balance.

Kerall is not a turbojet engine, he can fly entirely by the great power of his wings and the mechanics of gliding, losing his balance and falling to the ground all at once.

When the two lose their balance, Knight Vodka will no longer be able to capture Kerall.

She landed on the ground in chapters.

Instead of having time to talk to her, Keiral tried to balance her wings, intending to return to the flying position. As soon as Keiral regained his balance, he closed his wings and the whole person quickly dived towards the falling Knight Vodka.

Keiral was like a hawk, instantly hugging Knight Vodka, diving down again for a distance to offset the impact, and then the following only widened their wings, and the two stopped falling as if they had been pulled down behind them, and then Keiral's wings slowly landed on the ground, like gliding wings.

“You woman, want to die?!” Kerall asked aloud to Knight Vodka.

He was a little upset that the woman had panicked just because she was stuffing her head, and a mistake almost killed both of them.

Stupid woman!

Keiral's words did not make Knight Vodka react. She had not returned to God from her earlier fall with her pale face. After she had just fallen from Keiral's arms, she spun between the heavens and the earth, and then restored her balance. Even more so, it was absolutely terrible to watch the earth constantly approach that total fear in front of her eyes.

She hasn't recovered from an undetermined shock.

“Hello? Hello!” Keiral squatted down, touched her face, patted her face, and Night Vodka, whose eyes returned to focus, burst into Keiral's arms.

On a cold sky, when she fell, it wasn't fear that impressed her the most.

Fear only amplifies her senses, but the most impressive is Keral's warm embrace.

She didn't know exactly how important she was to Kerall, but Kerall alone came to save herself as soon as she controlled her body, and that kind of dependence on Kerall erupted as soon as the mixed feelings of fear and gratitude in the middle of the sky were amplified to the extreme.

As has been said before, powerful women say that they are strong or a woman. They will still come in those days of the month. Weakness will still exist. Even if they are strong, women still need a support, and they need a man to stand up for them for a day.

There is clearly no support for Elusia in this world, and her strong position in the Royal Army is the highest threshold, and her pursuers cannot cross the past.

And who is capable of pursuing the beauty of Elusia Knight Vodka, who cannot be compared in identity, who is suppressed in strength, not to mention income?

Don't talk about your boyfriend, you've never touched a man's hand!

So when Keiral took her bones, when Keiral hugged her, when Keiral flew with her, when Keiral wrapped her, when Keiral saved her, the feeling of adoration grew stronger.

Keiral hugged her and sighed softly.

I thought it would take a long journey of discipline, confinement, and mental torture to make Knightwoka feel completely at home, but now in this situation, I can boil frogs in warm water.

Sure enough, the maiden's disgrace and shame quickly let her leave Kerall's arms. Her face was red and her eyes still had a few crystalline tears, but her expression had already been reflected from the confusion, weakness and fear. She hid and couldn't dare to look at Kerall. She just didn't want to say, "If I hadn't just fallen out of the sky, I wouldn't have...”

Keiral stopped talking and walked forward, blocking her hard mouth with her mouth, and then tasted her lips indiscriminately. She was frightened and stiff, and her lips were closed to death, but Keiral was under no pressure, and she was constantly kissing with indiscriminate pain between her upper lip and lower lip.

Kerall kissed each other gently with the most ordinary kiss because of his lack of cooperation. When Elusia started struggling in his arms, he pushed her away, “You guys... you guys...” smeared a saliva on her face. Elusia looked delicious and delicious. She did make Kerall's index fingers sound loud.

“What exactly is the purpose of this guy!” Elusia Knightwoka shouted angrily, rather than angrily, using anger to hide her shy heart.

Her heart is still beating and she hasn't calmed down because that... kiss just now.

This fucking man.

“My goal is not you," Keiral gently pulled her down to look at her, and Keiral with his eyes closed was like a white fox: “My goal is the land of the West. ”