The starship passes through a suspended meteorite belt, the windows are lit up again, and Caesar's tongue slaps the table:
“The king will be beheaded, the king will beheaded, the worst is the eunuch in the palace...”
Zoe: "… this is the Versailles, not the Forbidden City. ”
Caesar softened his breath: "Oh, well, if you smoke a lady...”
Zoe's indifferent: “Then wear your women's clothes. ”
Keith's face changed: “If I am summoned to sleep by a perverted emperor...”
Zoe was annoyed: "Who the fuck is blind and wants to sleep with you? Keep your eyes open! ”
Caesar Tiger opened his eyes and looked back at Witch Jane, relieved by comparison.
Witch Jane suddenly reacted, her pupils circled: “!!! ”
Women's group, Versailles Palace - two tips are gathered, and the White Moon Light team enters the strategic arrangement in an orderly manner. With extensive experience in the first four rounds of the knockout, Zoe is already familiar with the road.
“Since it is the Palace of Versailles, the mode of combat is not surprisingly dominated by cold weapons, knights swords, spears, shields, daggers. May contain a small amount of fire.” Zoe looks to his teammates: "Little Witch, Lin, your core training these past two weeks has been Melee, involving both equipment and non-equipment. ”
Witch Jane responded quickly.
“Caesar continued his comprehensive training. Okay,” Zoe: “Oh, yeah, and the court dance. After arriving at the Floating Training Base, meet me in my bedroom every night at 11: 00 p.m. Any other questions? ”
Everyone brushed their heads.
Zoe turned off the terminal projection.
Witch Jane finally looked at the Palace of Versailles as if it were an oil painting, and the five officials were empty court figures. When the game begins, they will enter the bodies of these characters, the Sun King, Louis XV, Louis XVI, Queen Mary, and take their place in banquets, hunting, proms… and fights of power.
Zoe patted him on the shoulder: "Come on, boy, fight like a knight! ”
Two hours later, the ship arrived at the Floating City junction.
Starport side swallows passengers, cargo, side to the floating pool--
The canyon heaven severed the earth's veins, the iron rope hoisted over the mountainous abyss and overflowed the bridge. The suspended car from the starport entered a thin cloud mist, with a chaotic view. When the light leaps in again, everyone takes a full breath.
Floating City.
The whole city is built in mist, overtaking the gully. Lights illuminate the sky from armed law enforcement robots with a hint of brandy in the humid air. Many pedestrians wear masks and street vendors are proud to have a silver mask logo imprinted on their billboards.
Even once, Witch Jane was shaken out of control.
The index finger gently rubbed on the mask badge given by the big man, and once again witnessed the vast power of the floating city. For a moment, the witch could not even distinguish between illusion and reality, and there was even a delusion in the obsession -
Only the big man in the Clawson show is touchable.
Witch Jane was suddenly awake, and the metal badge was warm from the cold and melted into the body temperature.
After checking the mask, Zoe began to introduce herself to the small message she had heard: "Silver mask is the symbol of the new king of Floating City. Before that, the Floating King Cicada was the three-year champion of the underground escape show, and then pushed for the reform of the Floating City bioindustry to accommodate abandoned federal reformers into the industrial chain -”
“Voices are high among the population. The transformation of human beings is kind of a federal army, we don't have much press here, the imperial media is all over the place. Also, in places like the blue sky, where the strong are respected, the city owner is the absolute authority. ”
“Here the Floating King is above all gods. ”
Zoe suddenly looked at the witch Jane.
Witch Jane's consciousness held her badge tight, and one in her head didn't react--
Zoe stared at Witch Jane's little white T-shirt, and said, “Witch, we can't be too outspoken! ”
One minute later, Witch Jane wrapped up in Zoe's jacket and finally climbed into a taxi to the training base.
Over the city, afternoon sunlight passes through the mist.
At this point, a large number of students arrived at the floating base, and most taxis lead in one direction.
Wenlin looked out the window and said, "I was thinking that more than just a Bai Moonlight entertainment company should send practitioners to Float City. There is a possibility of meeting someone else when collecting training. ”
Zoe agrees: "We just don't mess around. ”
Several people arrived at the base and dragged the boxes apart.
Near Caesar's bedroom and far from Zoe Wenlin, Witch Jane just walked in and the light floral scent flowered from her desk.
A champagne rose in a fine ceramic vase.
Obviously not standard rationing for single bedrooms for trainees.
Witch Jane calmed herself down and said goodbye to Caesar, closed the bedroom door, and threw away the box to rejoice in a flutter--
Light champagne-colored roses paint the shadow of a golden edge in the sun, and fresh, dewy water flashes.
Twelve tubes of Dark Purple Advanced Health Supplement were placed flat on the table, and the satin-like petals were twisted two or three times and pressed under the supplement test tube.
No note left.
The breeze swept and fluttered silently.
The schedule of the floating base is similar to that of a few weeks ago.
Witch Jane put on her training suit and barely recognized Caesar at the Inaugural Convention, whose tummy had still not disappeared. Like all students who entered Floating City, Caesar was extremely enthusiastic about mask culture, with a greeting sitting on the floor beside the witch wreck and reading readings at random on the terminal.
"Forced Marriage: Overbearing School Grass Removes My Mask"
Caesar: "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha What choice? Look at the hairstyle! ”
"100% Sweet Marriage: Wrong Mask Marry the Right Man"
Caesar: "Interesting, this is a mistake. Are you looking for a mask dealer to pay for it...”
"Living Scent: The Evil King of the Finest Phoenix Mask"
Caesar: “Damn, that's funny. Little Witch, what a book! Zoe said you chased that flying king every day...”
Witch Jane freaked out: "No, no, no, no.”
On the stage, training instructors who are 10 minutes late are late and volunteer to assign training space to each person in turn.
“Melee Strike, Cold Weapons Special Unit C, W13 Training Room. ”
Witch Jane grabbed the key and pushed open the training room door.
The room was spacious, with the top light projecting from top to bottom after the lights were turned on, the holographic projection triggered, automatically scanning the witch's entire body, indicating that he was wearing an iron leaf armor.
Weapon display on the right, spears, axes, and daggers filled with the glow of roasted blue.
Witch Jane grabbed one of the knight's swords, and the rest of the weapons were withdrawn in succession, wrapped around a rough Scarecrow target. He weighed his sword twice and held the handle with his finger in his palm, coinciding with the demonstration posture in the projection.
The blade broke down suddenly.
The target snapped, and the Scarecrow bracket sent resistance. The screen flashes to reveal a preliminary score of 2.3/5. The red scan dot rests on the teenager's left arm, and Witch Jane immediately relaxes her left wrist and focuses her sword on her elbow.
Swing the sword a second time, adjust your posture a third time… until the fifty-fourth time.
Scarecrow targets collapsed and three mobile targets appeared silent.
The arrow broke out, the Witch Jane was confined by heavy armor, one retreated to resist the impact, the first target was eliminated, and then more enemies flocked out--
For a long time, the straw scattered and the score rose to 3.1/5 in the teenager's impatient wheeze, with the slightly trembling sword body almost glued to the arm.
The red dots used to correct the mistakes finally came to an end.
Not far away, the card swipe drips.
The teenager took off his helmet, his hair was wet and messy, and his pupils were brighter than usual. The battle, which lasted for hours, easily provoked the blood in the bones, holding the sword with hands as red as the cheeks.
The black learner card should be inserted into the machine by sound.
“Di, instructor custody bag annual package in use. ”
The door suddenly opened from the outside.
The dark, dark corridor was pulled out of the long shadow, the light floating in, and the armies flipped slightly as the men stopped.
The guardian gazed at the witch Jane, who had been crushed by the armor.
Swords, chains, and iron leaves wrap sweet teenagers into sharp war machines. Cold iron meets slightly red cheeks. When teenagers raise their swords, they are like knights of the cross, reflecting the pupils of cold light flashing, mixing divinity with wildness.
The man unwrapped his leather gloves and went to the armory to pick a knight's sword similar to Witch Jane's, indicating that he was ready to do the trick.
Witch Jane grinned.
The guard looked at him, his palms clasped with the handle of a sword, and his gaze intruded - clearly looking at his knight, but like Troy's heir staring at Helen, Lancelot staring at Guinevere.
The indicator lights up and a scoreboard appears behind the two of them. The hourglass hangs, and both swords wield simultaneous--
Witch Jane's arms trembled, the iron armor collided, along with the feeding power of the guard, she also appeared soft harmless little white teeth to death and bite, the eyes converged into the cold light.
The man skewed Witch Jane and said when a teenager couldn't resist: “The center of gravity sinks. ”
Witch Jane nodded, climbing is going on.
Sword Feng is like burning a fiery flame, freely entangling the sword of a man. This time more stable than just now, the fingertips are even too focused and white, suddenly waving with great force.
Defense: “Squeeze tight and watch your balance. ”
Iron leaves are soaked with sweat, and the clouds and summers outside the window fade from the mist.
Initially, the iron armor and chains that restricted the movement of the witches gradually became blunt blades that merged with the knight's sword. Juveniles earned their shackles, grabbed the sword with piety, and followed every word of the instructor.
The guardian finally turned himself in.
Blade was blocked in front of him, and he showed Witch Jane to do her best to chop--
Scoring flashing refresh, 3.5/5, qualified.
The virtual scene disappears, revealing what the training room looks like. Velvet curtains are raised high and shallow Rococo embossed on the walls.
Big man seems to be laughing.
Witch Jane gasped, and the boiling blood instantly poured into her brain. He freely lifted his messy hairs, his eyes in love with chasing a coach dressed in a crown, his lips moving gently, and the ghost made the gods worse: "So... are you qualified to be your knight...”
The guard hooked the corner of his mouth and moaned his face: “One more sword ceremony is missing. ”
Witch Jane opened her eyes and suddenly her arms were covered with burning hands, removing the cumbersome iron leaves. Juveniles are peeled apart like pigeons on one layer at a time ——
“Swordmaking is the seal of the knight's book. ”
Witch Jane immediately raised her chest.
"Until then, you need to test the character of the knight. ”
The Scarecrow target reappeared, and the Witch Jane reflexed to pick up the sword.
Defense: “Bravery. ”
Witch Jane suddenly attacked, slashing her arm and dragging it along the sword's edge.
Defense: “Loyalty. ”
Duplicate fluctuations, countless target swarms. Witch Jane didn't hesitate to change the stab for a sweep and clear the fan-shaped safety zone in front of the big man, but the enemy behind her had no time to care--
When guarding, pull out the sword and cover the back of the witch Jane.
Defense: “Generous, narrow. ”
The copy was converted again, and this time the Scarecrow target was replaced by a knight close to the Witchcraft costume. The teenager took a step, bluntly avoiding the opponent, like a powerful and merciful fencer until the shadow of the other person dissipated--
The projection disappears.
When the teenager is on his side and his eyes shine brightly towards the guard, he holds the cross sword in his hand, as if there was no need to fear at any level.
The guardian looked at him and finally said the last character:
“Romantic. ”
Witch Jane slammed her boots on the thick floor, and the man walked straight towards him, shading down. The teenager lifted his neck and suddenly leaned forward--
Choking, the two knights with swords hit each other, the witch fell and crushed the man's thin lips trying to kiss, but was soon swallowed by the heat of the heat and took the initiative away. The guard swept unmercifully in the teenager's mouth, clamping his five fingers across his palm.
The teenager whimpered, his sword slipped from his wet palm, his eyelashes trembled constantly and his eyes seemed slight.
Like peeled milk sugar.
At last, the man was not content to lick, and his rough fingers followed the pure black training uniform through his waist and swam through his tight core.
Witch Jane was drenched in tremendous tremors, practicing dance for many years. The most sensitive elements were pinched, almost for a second she was drained, and softly collapsed into the arms of a man and struggled. Physiological tears gushed uncontrollably out of pleasure and quickly swept away by a man's long-standing tongue tip. Slightly burned at the waist and pressed into one place -
The stabbing bell rang suddenly.
Witch Jane was like a rabbit suddenly pinched by her long ears, her little curly hair trembled and her soprane opened, quickly reddening from behind her ears to her cheeks.
With a cocoon finger, he eventually didn't have a hard heart. He soothed slightly over the teenager's head and covered the ears of the witch wrecked by the bell.
Until the ringtone stops.
“Afraid?” The bodyguard sounded dull, with a strong emotion/desire, and his fingertips swept over and over on the neck side, which had once left a toothmark.
Witch Jane looked down and seemed to have been spooked by something.
Then he realized his gaze and raised his eyes in panic against the big man's storm.
Witch Jane's head swung away and turned around again: “No, I didn't...”
The guard looked at the little fool in his arms and bent over to kiss him softly in the ear: “Reach out. ”
Witch Jane reached out her right hand in a trance.
The man covered his palm and slowly leaned towards himself. The bigger the witch's eyes opened, the faster she breathed, the more nervous the teenager was, almost reaching the boiling point, gasping hard in the fierce heartbeat, trying to suppress the abnormalities in her body.
Keep pressing, keep pressing.
And then suddenly I couldn't hold onto it...
Witch Jane hit a hiccup with a soft cry.
"…”
Ten minutes later, Witch Jane fell in love and took a shower, feeling she had become a useless trainee.
Juveniles in the shower are like standard metronomers, hiccups in less than a dozen seconds, or little blue whales spraying water regularly.
After a long time, he still came out of the bathroom earlier than the old man.
The man walked out in a bath towel and changed his shirt in the closet of the training room, responding briefly to the newsletter: “I know. Well, the evening starts. ”
……
Witch Jane discovered that she could see all over the training room the marks left by the big man.
A fitted shirt, long to six years old, with a near-full training record - removing the poor 3.5 witches, judging all colors as "Hell's Difficulty” and "Perfect Clearance”.
This is the boss's private training room.
Upon realizing this, Witch Jane immediately walked to the arms rack and snuck around on various blade handles.
The man raised his eyebrows: "Back off. ”
The organs behind the armory burst out, the witch brushed back, and the second row of instruments appeared - sharp light swords, heavy swords with blood troughs, long flames and double-daggers of varying lengths.
The blade is cold under the light, like a real tool for killing.
The guard picked one up and handed it to Jane.
The knight who passed the examination was finally awarded his sword.
The teenager took over with his cheek raised and firmly held his hand for a moment.
This is heavier than he used to train, guarding his side, covering his hand to correct his grip: “The sword body and lateral gear of the knight's sword form a cross to protect the sword's hand. ”
“- Moreover, the Cross has religious protective meaning.” The man suggests that the witch clasps his forefinger on the handle of the sword: “Before entering the battlefield, the knight will engrave a golden verse on the handle of the sword and be sacrificed and blessed. Each knight's sword handle is engraved differently because of the different beliefs that underpin their battle. ”
Witch Jane suddenly looked up at the guard: “If it was my sword...”
"Hmm? ”
Suddenly Jane blushed and shut up.
The teenager was happy to take the sword and jumped alive in a moment. The bodyguard watched him jump in the training room with no heart until he starved himself.
Ten minutes to the end of lunch at the Floating Training Base.
Witch Jane woke up immediately, took her coat and was about to rush out, suddenly the big man handed her a white mask.
The man wore a big hammer and picked up the car keys, prompting Witch Jane to follow him: “Go out and eat. ”
The teenager awoke and disappeared into the misty night with the man.
The floating car flew in the high-rise square and eventually stopped at a night market.
The smell of sweet, fried food followed the alley, and a couple sat on a stone stool with their bare hands gripping cakes.
Witch Jane looked at the handkerchief almost straight in the eye.
When they got out of the car, Witch Jane immediately glanced at the other side and looked at the guard, that was obvious.
The man turned his head to know that he slowly took his hand out of the giant jar and then held the jar in public, just like the couple who gave the dog food across the street.
“Satisfied, huh? ”
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