The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The festive defeat of the dead seems to have declared the victory of the living, while the unclear magic fluctuations seem to be declaring that everything is not over.

Of course, for the vast majority of people, the retreat of the dead has given them a joyful welcome to victory, and even the brave ones are considering not pursuing it.

And while the rest of Starwood celebrated victory, some part of the walls somehow became deserted.

Well, nobody's a fool, and those twisted in a bunch of killer vines are more effective than anything to stop them from coming, which is that now the ranks of the Army don't dare to come looking for Roland.

There, two women were looking at each other, once teachers, once colleagues in a dark anti-social organization, and now they were turning their faces over for a man.

“If you have the ability to rob a man, why can't you open the door... Why do you think I'd be in so much trouble if I sang such a mess? ”

In fact, I always used the so-called strong character as a joke, and that one look smashed the legendary story of the other's will and resistance, making sure that nothing dirty spiritual magic was used to seduce each other and then put gold on their faces.

And at this point, I believed, at least in the current atmosphere of female-to-female rivalry, my escape instinct told me that the best way to live is to shut up... but why do I have a strong desire, desire, want to joke about the atmosphere when I get to this occasion? Am I really funny?

[No, you're just passionate about dying, and some creatures tend to self-destruct from the beginning.

The system was as powerless as ever, and before I rebutted it, I heard Heroise.

“Roland, don't be a bystander. Confirm my words. Do you want the lies to help? I'm here to help you, as long as you pretend to be with me, you naturally have reason to reject Emila, what do you want, I already know, do you want to just go home and be a good man? Besides, even if I lie to you, can I still bind you? We are the Deed of Magic Pet. You are the master! ”

The more I heard it, the more I thought about it, the more I felt it made sense, it seemed that I would not lose anyway, so, in the link of my soul, I bit my teeth and said.

“Okay, I owe you this time. ”

And then I brewed a language, and ordinary lies were meaningless to Emila, half-sounding, and I finally figured out what to say.

There's something I should have said a long time ago.

“Sister, in fact, I know what you're thinking, and I'm very touched by it, but the previous proposals were all misunderstandings. In fact, I didn't think of you as a woman... Pfft, I mean, I helped you as a brother... It still seems a little wrong, I mean, instead of looking at you as a heterosexual, it's more like being an acquaintance, a brother who can say anything, who can pursue the essence of the soul together and the real world...”

There is some hesitation in exiting, but once exited, the more real it is, the more smooth it is.

Perhaps because a lot of things don't usually think about it, but the process of saying it is a process of asking your heart, and the process of saying it is not only convincing each other, but also convincing yourself.

“… I've made it clear that maybe this was just a misunderstanding or a joke without malice at first, but it's already hurting you, and some things, the longer they take, the more they hurt. Sorry, I should have said these words long ago. It's all my fault. How do you want revenge? Come on...”

“I know.”

And I mustered the courage to say no, and came face to face, not with the vines locked in and vicious questioning, but with an understated answer.

The green-haired witch smiled, as if she had longed for such an answer.

Emila, of course, knew Roland's heart. In front of the soul's readers, Roland himself had no clear mind and had long been spared a glimpse.

Before she fell asleep, what prevented her from making her choice, she never saw through, only her own mind.

And after waking up in a long sleep, Emila had already seen her mind, and there had long been a decision not to influence others.

Now, even if you also receive a brother card, a good man card, and you refuse the card at the same time, for a witch...

“It doesn't matter what you think from the start. ”

And the next one, the wonder of the spinal cord, can't resist the sunflowering smile of the witch.

Emila smiled, with a slight curve at the corner of her mouth, and flaming enthusiasm in her blood-red eyes. Her faint smile swept past her like a spring breeze, but she had flowers that blossomed quietly.

Green-haired witch gently touched my cheek, red cheek, like the girl whose love sinus had first opened, but lowered her head and printed her own marks, feeling the silk soft, the red lip marks could not wash off for a long time.

“I like you, I want to be with you, that's enough. ”

The gentle smile was right in front of me, which was still when I suddenly touched my cheek and pinched it again to make sure it wasn't in my dream...

“It doesn't hurt, dream, I said, my sister can't laugh so cute... it hurts! Ahhh. Relax, my waist, my waist, it's not unconscious, how can it hurt so much! Such a horrible laugh, it's really my sister! ”

And the next moment, the gentleness just now vanished without a trace, the sudden pain was helpless, but the malicious eyes not only gave me a headache, but also locked my cat.

And this time, the same brilliant smile with open teeth, gives a completely different feeling, was just a teenage girl, now just witnessing makes people's vests cool, like a killer sending death greetings.

“Well, what do you think of the sneaky cat, since you said you ran off with her, there had to be a reason. Don't say I don't warn you, this cat is not just cunning, and she's not as fond of you as you think. ”

“Think about your future, are you going to go back to being a homemaker now, or continue to be a happy bachelor? Think about what you promised me! Think about your unfinished business! ”

Even if Heroise doesn't remind me of the deed I just made, I know what to say. I don't want to be somehow torn apart by vines or fed manflowers, dying of domestic violence by epic heroes or anything. It's too embarrassing.

“Dead cat... I'm happy with her...”

While trying to squeeze the lines out of my head, I realized that I never seemed to see a dead cat as a woman, and we met again after a hundred years, but it also seemed to start with killing each other.

“A female lead who is divided into thirteen parts as soon as she appears? Looks like this scene is familiar..."