What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

What Should I Do If the Elf Empress Forces the Marriage Chapter 20

Thinking of this, I said comfortingly to the old bastard:

"I understand, my mother is the daughter of a certain elder of the Frost Clan, right? You say you, this daring."

"Yeah...yes, son, you guessed it right...your mother is indeed the elder's daughter..."

The old bastard smiled stiffly, his face obviously a little unnatural.

This makes me feel a bit subtle, but I don't particularly care about it.

It's because people will basically react like this when they are exposed to their thoughts.

But after all, this is also my family affair... It would be a good thing if my father can reconcile with grandpa.Because taking into account the average face value of the elves that are so high that they are so high...If I can have a good relationship with my grandfather, maybe he will introduce me a few elves who are protruding and curving.. ...Hehe.

With this in mind, I joked to the old bastard:

"Okay, okay, actually I don't think you need to be so nervous, this time I will accompany you. For mom's sake, I don't think Grandpa will embarrass you too much." I smiled. , "As long as the one you abducted is not the former elf queen, I think they will forgive you."

"puff--"

Somehow, the old bastard shuddered suddenly, staggered forward, and almost fell to the ground.

"What's wrong with you? I really missed it?"

I shook my head and looked at the old bastard with a smile.

It seems that when he took my mother away, the pressure on my grandfather must be quite heavy...that's why this heartless guy was afraid of this virtue.

So I calmed down and continued:

"What's the matter, are you still right? My mother is really the queen of the elves?"

"This.... Of course it's impossible...haha..."

The old bastard said reluctantly.

"It's alright, grandpa is not in front of you, what are you doing so nervously?"

This old bastard is really so embarrassed, it's useless to be afraid of this virtue just to mention grandpa.

"By the way, I really hope that my mother is a queen...Because then I will become a prince? Then there may be some elves sticking up to me..."

"Okay, okay, my good son...Let’s stop talking about your grandpa, let’s change the subject." The old bastard clutched his heart, as if breathing hard, said, "Or your father, my heart .... Can't stand it!"

It's really useless.

I shook my head and said:

"Well, it's up to you. If you don't say it, don't say it..."

"That's great..." The old bastard breathed a sigh of relief, then his eyes lit up, and eagerly grabbed my hand, and asked, "That's my son, are you willing to visit your grandfather for me?"

"It's okay, because you are afraid of death, I will help you this time. After all, that is my grandfather." I nodded, "Don't you want me to stop talking? Did you mention it by yourself?"

"Cough cough... My son is going to stop talking, my liver trembles when I think of your grandfather, dad!"

The exaggerated acting skills of the old bastard may not be too fake, right?

I don't know why.... I always feel a little problematic.

But looking at the old bastard's fearful grandfather's expression before, it didn't seem to be pretending.

After all, everyone in the world has a sense of awe. Although the old bastard has always contempt for authority, there is no taboo, but it is impossible to say that he is not afraid of anyone.

According to the character of this tracheitis, it is not impossible to extend from being afraid of my mother to being afraid of my grandfather.

Thinking of this, I sat on a chair and said:

"Okay, so be it. Father, when do you want me to leave?"

As I said, I rubbed my fingers:

"Don't talk about anything else, there must be enough coiling."

"This is not a problem, as long as it is within a reasonable range, I will give you as much as you want."

The old bastard waved his hand and said disdainfully.

"It's just that before you go, my dad will give you some self-defense treasures."

"Baby? What baby?"

My eyes lit up all at once.

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"Come on, for my father, give you all the treasures I depended on when I walked on the mainland!"

With that, the old bastard untied his uniform.

At this time, I found that his belly was tied with a semi-circular white pocket.

I saw, the old bastard put his hand into the white pocket, fumbled for a while, and then made an unknowing sound:

"Clang clang clang--"

As he spoke, he raised a red square slice.

This old woman has its own sound effects, right?

I shook my head helplessly, then looked at the thing in his hand.

I saw that the small flake was red all over, with the big words "durex" written in white font on the top.

"Du...Du tired?"

I read the word questioningly.

What is this...

Combine the weird circular bumps on that small sheet.

Suddenly, I understood.

Although in the world I live in, I haven't seen anything similar.

However, in the ergonomic book that the old bastard showed me... this thing is a frequent visitor!To be precise, this is a tool used between men and women to prevent pregnancy in the world of old bastards.

Could this be the baby that the old bastard relied on to travel the world?

I seem to understand something.....

After all, this old bastard is making revolution all the way and playing wild artillery all the way... Without this artifact, maybe my brother scattered among the folks is far more than the man who was headshot by the crossbow at the door... ...

This old bastard is really enough!

Thinking of this, the unbearable image of the old bastard before my eyes became more and more wretched.

It seemed that something was wrong in my gaze, and the old bastard couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the thing raised by him.

silence.

Still silent.

Deathly silence.

"Ahhhhhhhh! I took it wrong and got it wrong... not this!"

The old bastard explained hurriedly, and hurriedly put "Miss Du" away.

And I was on the sidelines, looking at him coldly with a monkey mentality.

"Ahem... Son, listen to me. This is just an accident... Dad originally wanted to take this..."

Forget it, just follow the behavior of this virtue, and I will have no doubt even if the root "Roman Emperor" comes out later.

Really.

"It was a mistake, a mistake...it doesn't count, it doesn't count..." the old bastard smiled, "Now let's start again."

After speaking, he put his hand in the white pocket again.

For some reason, I always have the illusion that he is touching his hands in his crotch.

"Clang clang clang-five bars!"

This time, the old bastard took out a small white square from his pocket again.

What I don't understand is that this small square looks like a silk fabric, with a white background, but five red bars are embroidered with red silk threads.

I saw that the old bastard solemnly held the five bars with both hands, then pinned it on my shoulder and said:

"In view of the fact that Comrade Lin Dengtu maintains a high degree of ideological consistency with the rebel army, adheres to his ideals, has a correct understanding, has a correct motive, a correct mind, and is loyal to the rebel army. He has a life-long determination to fight for the great cause of liberating mankind... ..."

Listening to the old bastard talking about "eight-legged essay" endlessly, I couldn't help but sneer.

The Rebel Central.... Isn't you the only one left?

Be consistent with you?

Forget it, apart from having a nose and a mouth, there is no agreement between me and you old bastard.

But since you are so serious, then I will listen.

"According to the standard of measurement of resistance fighters, we believe that Comrade Lindentu has a posture level higher than Wallace."

"Therefore, I decided to appoint Comrade Lin Dentu as the deputy commander of the Human Resistance Coalition (referred to as the Human Resistance Coalition)."

After that, the old bastard shook hands with me pretendingly.

"Congratulations, Comrade Lin Dengtu. You have to know, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility..."

"Hmm...thanks for the organization and care."

I dumbly cooperated with the old bastard.

By the way... Does this deputy commander have any meaning?

The Resistance has been disbanded for almost twenty years, and now there is only one polished commander, the old bastard.

Appoint me as deputy commander now?

This time is fine.

I'm still a bare commander, but there is another soldier under the old bastard.Then I became his subordinate.

It's so boring.....

Having said that, is it really good for you to be nepotism like this?Let your son be the deputy commander-in-chief. Isn’t this the way that I am a hero?

No way!intolerable!

So I touched the five bars pinned to my shoulder, feeling it was just a piece of ordinary cotton.

So I sighed and said to the old bastard:

"Is it just that? Is this the baby you're talking about?"

"Of course, but this is only part of it, saying that he untied a badge with the old man's head from under his military uniform and handed it over to me."

I think this is something the old bastard brought from the original world.

"This is a storage space. It is a bonus when Dad travels." The old bastard said with some remembrance, "To be precise, this is what [System] gave me."

"[System] In fact, until now, I can still call out its system interface with Divine Mind." After that, he sighed, "However, there is no use anymore. All the task interfaces are gray. , Showing a failed icon."

"And this [Red Wheel of Destiny] contains some rewards I got from the system, some are broken copper and iron, some are shocking things... Comrade Lin Dengtu, I hope you can properly To keep it."

Having said that, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the old bastard:

"Because this is a weapon capable of manipulating people's hearts?"

He stood up, seemed to be answering questions and said with unprecedented boldness:

"Turn the red wheel forward, I am a resistance, I am a dictatorship! It is a war for one class to overthrow another class!"

"To reverse the red wheel, I am order, I am tradition! It is the glory of one era that continues another era!"

"I am Linden Wan, a ghost wandering the sky!"

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