The Amber Sword

The knight was stunned, and the Nine Phoenixes stopped talking. The real Nine Phoenixes in Rosalind need to be first class in the Yuyan Plains. Will they be mixed with these cleaners? Though he knew that that guy was half of Jiufeng's blood, he was a fugitive and had nothing to do with Jiufeng.

As for the foreigner, he couldn't help but look twice, and the adult next to the lord, though a foreigner, seemed to differ from the young man.

It's just that his eyes just looked at Brando, and he almost fell off the dragon's back, and at that moment he seemed to have some kind of delusion, as if the whole world was spinning, sucked deep into that young man's eyes.

He jumped so scared, he thought something was wrong with his body, but at least his eyes would never dare to sneak up on a few people on this side again, only to ask Nassin out loud:

“Are these all your men? ”

Then Xin looked back at Brando a few people and understood that they might have noticed Brando and Mr. Liu a few people, he thought about it and replied, “Yes, sir, they are my new men for this job, you know how dangerous it is on the black road now. ”

The knight couldn't help laughing, “Nashin, are you crazy? Do you know what happens when you harbour people of unknown origins into Rosalind? ”

He couldn't help but beat a sudden, of course he understood, but he had his own plans. They had previously made a bad impression on Brando, and if he could reverse that impression at the moment, look at this blog.

He's really gambling, because if Brando doesn't take this, then I'm afraid he's going to get a little worried.

He swallowed a sip of spit and licked his lips and replied, "I dare not lie to you, knights. ”

The knights immediately scolded, and they were not fools. Can't you see this guy here talking with his eyes open? But the leading knight calmed down at this time. He knew very well the spleen of these vultures on the black road. They were the owners of the rabbits who didn't spill the eagle. How dare these people offend the lord of Rosalind. This guy Sin is so tough, he obviously has something to rely on.

With that in mind, he couldn't help but take another look at Brando, who had been reminded of the terrible experience earlier and let him be cautious. He obviously didn't think of his caution at this moment, at least sparing himself a great deal of trouble.

He was about to ask what, but saw the young man on the other side of the river walk behind the sin and pat the latter's shoulder gently, saying something to the latter.

And that Singh was stunned.

He looked back at Brando and almost thought he'd heard the wrong thing: "My lord... what did you say? ”

“There's no need to hide it, you tell them the truth, but remember not to tell them what happened last night. I'm not gonna help you, and I'm not gonna offend those knights for you. You want to take care of them, at least give them half of your wagon load, you understand? ”

Brando repeated.

Seeing that Singh was stuck, he added softly: "Don't be greedy, it's good for you, you should understand that money and life are more important. ”

He nodded somewhat in a dormant position, thinking about the meaning of Brando's phrase.

But at a critical moment, he finally showed the decisiveness that the cleaners deserved on the black road and nodded heavily: "I listen to you, my lord. ”

Brando nodded. In fact, he could see that the purpose of the Rosalind knights was actually what was on the carriage. The previous inquiry was merely an excuse. If in the past someone used himself so bluntly in front of him as an excuse to threaten and blackmail, he might not be able to help teach each other a lesson.

Just like he did in the game--

But at that time, he became steady, as if he had felt a change in his mind since he had met Roman in his dreams after the battle against dusk.

And the way you look at the problem seems to be starting to change.

If the past is merely about fulfilling his ideals and making up for the regrets of the past, what he feels more at this moment is the responsibility of Burma.

Like what Andy Tina repeated to him, he used to think the bureaucrat lady was a little too old-fashioned, but now he wants to come, perhaps too naive and childish.

There is no freedom in this world, especially for those who change the fate of others, and recklessness is just an irresponsible manifestation, because every decision you make is no longer a matter for someone from this moment on.

If you don't understand this yet, you may really lose Miss Merchant and everyone forever.

It wasn't until this moment that he finally had an air profile belonging to Lord Tonigal and Lord Cold Fir.

It's like a day ago, at night, he had Nassin and others bury those weird bodies, and if it was in the past, he certainly wouldn't bother doing those things.

Because he understands that he is just a passenger here, that he may never come back to Rosalind, and naturally he does not need to consider whether his strength will be known and coveted by others.

What kind of player comes back to clean up the scene after killing a monster?

Even when he broke through in Lidenburg, he didn't do it.

But at this moment, the first thing that comes to mind in his mind is prudence, which is the only way to better protect himself and everyone around him.

After being instructed, Nathan went to speak to the knights of Rosalind, who, as Brando expected, were only interested in the merchant cargo. When he learned that Nassin's convoy had been attacked strangely and needed their help, the knights laughed and immediately threw the identities of Brando and Mr. Liu and Phoenix out of the Nine Clouds. After all, Lord Rosalind had not changed the ban, and their strong players on the left side of the Chusanze River still had to take a considerable risk.

But now that these smugglers are asking for them, it's all right, as long as the price is close, everything is fine. If no one is willing to use force without confrontation, we all know that the cleaners on the black road are naturally not easy to mess with.

But compared to others, the leader's knight seemed at least a little calm. When he heard that Nassin et al. had suffered a strange attack last night, Brando noticed that his face had changed and rushed to ask: "Have you been attacked? How weird? ”

As he opened his mouth, the other knights reacted and looked at him, like looking for a strange corpse near a merchant camp.

Even if Sin was blunt, he could not help but look at Brando admirably and quietly. In fact, he and his men had not thought about the problem at all, and wanted to use the strange body of the place as a bragging capital.

But he didn't know that Brando was happy at the time, and it seemed that Rosalind had actually been attacked. If he hadn't buried the body, he would have massacred hundreds of strange things all by himself, but he was afraid to spread the area between his eyes.

I don't know how much trouble it's going to take.

Until this moment, he felt more and more cautious about his choices was the right choice.

That sincere thought was like lightning, hurrying to fabricate the lies Brando had taught them before, seven or eight weirdos assembled and attacked the merchants, albeit in large numbers, but at least acceptable categories.

And they didn't think that, after that, the knights looked really weird, and they couldn't help but ask, "Seven or eight weirdos, are you sure? ”

“Certainly.” Sin replied, "My lords, I can't joke about this. These strange bodies are still here. I wonder why there are so many strange bodies around Rosalind. ”

“More?” the lead knight couldn't help laughing. “Lucky for you, camel, you probably didn't know the freak attacked Rosalind three days ago, at least a few hundred freaks appeared south of the Chusanze River. If we hadn't run so fast, you wouldn't have seen us right now. ”

“It's good not to see you.” Sin couldn't bear to curse, but he wouldn't dare to say it, only to be surprised: "What are you talking about, strange attacks on Rosalind, how is that possible, they never cross the river? ”

Speaking of which, he couldn't resist a glance at Brando, and the adult was right again, when he told them last night that Rosalind might have been attacked by a freak, but they couldn't believe it.

Because sometimes inertial thinking is so scary.

Brando looked as usual and only turned back and not far away Mr. Liu exchanged his eyes. In fact, he was not the only one who judged that Rosalind might have been attacked, as was the other. It's just that he knows better why something like this is happening - the dragon of dusk is not completely sealed by Miss Tata, and, as White put it, its will is trying to infiltrate the world through the crystal walls of the world, and those dusk breeds that serve as an advance army are constantly arriving in Warnde and attacking the civilized world.

In fact, since this moment, the battle of dusk in the sixth century has begun.

The lead knight is telling Nassin what has happened to Rosalind since that time, but his tone quickly becomes a little strange, as if it were just a reaction:

“Wait, damn camels, did you just say you were attacked by seven or eight freaks? ”

“Of course I didn't say that.” That Xin is a little confused and doesn't understand why the other party is revisiting the old story.

But the knight looked at him a little harshly and said, "Damn, how dare you make fun of me? Your convoy was attacked by seven or eight weirdos, and you can still see the next day's sun alive? ”

That Shin couldn't bear to stand still.

He suddenly thought that it seemed to be true, that he and his men seemed to have subconsciously accepted the fact that the young man had slaughtered hundreds of strange heads with one sword, and that his subconscious forgot that even a strange one of them was too much to fight.

He seemed to react only at this time, even if it was a single weird one, he seemed to have the strength of the golden class.

So this young man.

Who exactly is holy?

Nathan seemed to have been interrogated. He couldn't help but turn around and look at Brando very strangely.

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(PS: Today, a small Haruze welfare theater was opened in the brain hole in the group. It was put out after the text. I wanted to put it in the testimonial, and found that the testimonial limit of 500 words could not be put down. As for the cute boy or something, definitely not what I meant, and of course, don't talk privately about me asking for a book or anything, because I'm a healthy, manipulative person --

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The luminous skin exudes a subtle glow under the moonlight, a homogeneous ketone body with thin waist limbs and snow-white shoulders as if unaffordable weakness, concealed under lazy satin and complex laces.

Haruze is like an angel, backed by a glow from a rosewood, falling on a delicate eartip and a finely shredded clavicle. Long eyelashes tremble slightly like astonished beasts, hanging morning dew and tear beads, the little prince's face seemed to drip blood, biting pale lower lips, hands slowly lifting the princess's long dress luxuriously delicate skirt edge.

The skirt slowly rises to reveal a pair of skinny legs, as if they were sheep fat, and the roses adorned with white jade bright silk stockings shed a mysterious colour in the darkness, as if the hostess of the estate was waiting for her most noble guest.

The perfect curve outlined by the uniform soft fat goes all the way up, revealing the most fascinating scenery between the sides of the socks and the bottom of the skirt, enough to disappoint in a flash.

But his eyes crossed his ankles as refined as a work of art, his snowy feet stepped on black round-toed leather shoes, his glamorous toes reflected the majesty of a rose arch window, his lace-up was nailed to a hidden lily, and his star-like buds were blooming under the moon--

Her toes clasped tight and pink on her back reflected the anxiety in her master's heart.

“Teacher, is this okay? I... can't breathe. ”

The little prince's voice was slightly shaky and mixed with a subtle gasp.

“The waist is too tight.” Brando praised professionally and shook his head and sighed: “And, Haruze, it's just a simple dress for men and women, isn't it necessary to be nervous as if I was going to do something to you? ”

“... right, sorry, teacher. ”

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