The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Lancelot moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed, "I see. Where do I go next?"

"Well, it's almost dawn after such a delay. I'm going to visit Xiao Zhao You's house during the day."

Looking up at the sky, I curled my lips, "As for the evening, I have to come over to the Einzbern family to get information."

"Can I go there together?"

"Ah... I'm totally fine if Lance wants to be together."

I blinked, "But probably you will find it boring after listening."

Because I went this time mainly to ask Xiao Zhao You's mother, Nangong Ya, about alchemy and alchemy.

As for this kind of purely theoretical academic discussion, Lancelot estimated that it would be as effective as not listening.

"It's okay, I just want to see it."

"Speaking of speaking, I don't know if Mr. Zhao is there or not. If he agrees, he can compare martial arts with you."

After thinking about it, there shouldn't be any problems with taking Lancelot in the past, so I didn't insist too much, "But if you really want to do something, you can also restrain me a little, but ordinary people are not heroic spirits!"

"I know."

Probably because of something thought, a faint smile appeared on Lancelot's face, "Actually, I think you don't need to be so nervous. I still have this measure."

"If you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of it... after all, it may be my offspring..."

I murmured.

"Descendants?"

Lancelot's gaze pierced with a "swish", and I reacted to my failure and hurriedly remedied: "Aha...I just said that it is possible. After all, the Zhao family has the same blood heritage as mine. Heirlooms."

"..."

Pursing his lips, Lancelot said nothing.

"Ahem, I'm gone. After all, time waits for no one."

Holding Lancelot's arm, I dragged people away in a cold sweat, "Speaking of last time, Sister Ya said that she would teach me to make some Chinese snacks. After I got to Zhao's house, I would learn how to make them for you. how about it?"

"Then I am looking forward to it."

Lancelot's pale eyes had already brought a faint smile at this moment, and I was secretly thankful that the alarm was lifted in my heart-I felt so stressed just being stared like that...

Well, it's wrong to say more, the ancients don't deceive me.

Really, Lancelot is getting more and more difficult to fool now.

Be careful next time.

But... after all, is it my illusion?

Why do you feel like you have...sold yourself?!

=========================I am the dividing line of switching scenes===================

"In other words, because you feel that you have nothing to do, you just ran to my house to cheat and drink, and by the way, you brought a boyfriend to drag an oil bottle!"

With one hand on his hips, a certain kid pointed at me like a teapot, filled with indignation.

"Puff...cough cough..."

I just ate half of the refreshment in the mouth and squirted it out on the spot, and the other half choked directly into my throat. It was not a cough or a cough.

Who taught her such a genius?Does she know what the so-called "oil bottle" refers to?!

With the black thread on my head, I took the boiled water from Lancelot and poured it down, then patted my chest and rolled my eyes: "Although I know you have coveted my laptop for a long time, but you Don’t you think that using this method to murder me is very cheap! Damn it!"

It's a good risk. Although it is said that as a hero, even if it is choked, it won't hang on, but if it spreads out, there is no place to put my face.

"You are the dead kid!"

A little devil who hates others the most "kid" jumps on the spot.

"Only an imp will care if others call yourself a "little" and say that you are not an imp."

I smiled and patted someone on the head, and turned her toward the fruit plate on the table, "So you just continue to be your'little ghost'." (Tianyin: Wipe sweat, little squid, I can ask How old is your mental age?)

"!"

It seemed that there was no way to refute it, so a certain kid bitterly picked up the hawthorn sticks on one side and gnawed on the hawthorn sticks from her teeth.

"Is it fun to bully children?"

Lancelot on one side was not surprised, and calmly handed me a glass of juice again, but still lowered his voice and whispered in my ear, "Are you willing to make people cry?"

"Just her? I doubt that she would cry when the sun came out from the west."

I curled my lips, "And don’t you think it’s funny? You know, there were no children around me during the Arthurian dynasty. The only Mordred who can be regarded as a child is too boring, not at all. Fun."

"Children are not for playing."

The look on Lancelot's face seemed a bit strange.

"Why don't fun kids play? Otherwise, it won't be fun when they grow up."

I just express my incomprehension directly about this-this kind of thing is all about the right time and place, and it's just like Xiao Zhao You, a child who explodes just as fun to play. Like Mordred, he was bored and well-behaved since he was a child. I don’t bother to tease him like that.

"Okay Amamiya, don't bully my kids."

Nangongya, who had just walked out of the studio, had a helpless smile on her face, "If you really think the child is interesting, you can get married as soon as possible and have one by yourself."

Self-born?!

Well, even though I knew that Sister Ya was absolutely unintentional or not malicious, I was still choked.

Although it is true for ordinary people to say that, but... but the problem is that Lancelot and I are heroes!

As the heroic spirits whose soul will be manifested, although they can perform actions such as replenishing demons with each other, but they breed children?What a joke, it's not a fantasy!

"Well, as long as You do not object, I will work hard."

The most annoying thing is that Lancelot even nodded solemnly, but I couldn't take down the stage yet.

"Sister Ya finally finished?"

So he just took a snack and stuffed it into Lancelot's mouth, so as not to be mad at some of his natural foolish words and deeds.