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

But as soon as he walked out of the living room, he closed the door for an instant.

The old bastard was about to stray right away, almost running away.

However, I was already prepared for this.

He immediately grabbed the skirt that he hadn't had time to change, and pulled it hard.Shouted loudly:

"Don't run away from the old stuff! Our accounts have not been settled yet!"

The old bastard was caught by my clothes and was taken aback.But I quickly reacted, using a hand knife attached to the scarlet psychic power to slash the skirt, and instantly tore most of the skirt that I was holding, breaking free from my shackles, and looking straight ahead.

Only half of the cloth in my hand was left, wafting in the wind.

Damn it.... This old thing actually wears lace-trimmed panties!

What is he doing?

It's so spicy!

No, it's not the time to think about this now, hurry up!

"Stop! Old stuff, you stop me!"

I shouted and ran after the old bastard.

"Never stop! Are you capable of catching me?"

The old bastard patted his butt in women's lace underwear, making a face at me as he ran:

"If you can chase me, I will let you hehehe--"

I hey you uncle!

Seeing his pretentiousness, almost mental pollution, I almost didn't spit out yesterday's dinner.

But the old thing ran faster than the hk reporter, and I couldn't catch him no matter how much I chased him, and I almost let him slip through the back door just as I watched.

It seems that we can't catch up....We have to think of an individual way.

But what should I do?

Hmm... I think about it.

With.... That's it!

Thinking of this, I stopped and calmly shouted to the old bastard who had already stepped half of my foot out of the back door:

"Old bastard, I warn you. If you don't stop, I'll tell mom where you hide your private money!"

Hey, this is information that I only discovered after years of investigation... in order to be able to use this as a threat to force this old thing to submit at certain important moments.

Hearing my warning, the old bastard's footsteps obviously stagnated.But he quickly stepped out of the door and shouted as he ran:

"Little beast, you can talk about it if you have the ability! In the past few months when you are away, do you think I will not transfer the position of hiding the money? The drawing is broken!"

Heh, you are still good at it, right?

It seems that I really underestimated your old scumbag.

But, do you think I don’t have your handle besides this?

Thinking of this, I yelled with a wicked smile with full malice:

"Okay, old stuff, this is what you forced me to...If you don't come back again, I'll give you the'diary' you hide under the bricks of the basement bookcase to mom!"

Hearing these words, the footsteps outside the door suddenly stopped.

I know I have caught the old bastard’s weakness, but it’s not enough to make him succumb. I have to work harder.

So I resisted the smile and recited according to the memory content:

"Dear Nana, you are so beautiful, my love...your xx is like a bamboo shoot. When I see it, I want to hold it in my hand and taste it with my lips and tongue. Oh. By the way, dear Nana, you may not know what bamboo shoots are. It is an elegant thing from the East. Whenever it gets nourished by rain and dew, it will rise steadily and grow long and thick. .... Just like me when I saw your beautiful carcass, longing to be moisturized in your stamen..."

"Stop it-stop reading! Good son, I surrender! I surrender!"

The old bastard outside the door suddenly yelled in horror!

Hey, you know it's great, right?

I knew that you are a virtue that does not see the coffin and does not shed tears, so I moved this big trick.

how about it?Persuaded?

What I read just now was a diary of the old bastard.... To be precise, it is his memoir, but it is actually not very accurate.Because in that diary, the memory of past years only occupies a very small part, and there are also some boasting words that are nutritious and watery.

The rest, which accounts for almost 95% of the content of the book, are all the nasty love letters written by the old bastard to his former mistresses.The writing and vocabulary are extremely vulgar and nauseous....It is almost unbearable to read.

At that time, I found this beautifully bound diary from the pile of small yellow books in the basement.

The first page I opened was the one I just recited.

To be honest, I saw this content at the time.I thought I was looking at some low-level Huang Wen...

In fact, there is no signature on the diary.It's only because of the skewed, highly recognizable fonts in the diary, and the terrible tone of the fart...I guess it is actually the diary of the old bastard.

Now it seems that it is correct.

Only he can write such brazen words.

At this moment, the old bastard walked in through the door dejectedly, his face full of disbelief, and he looked at me sadly and angrily and said:

"The little beast counts you as ruthless..."

what?Dare to scold me?

Turn you back!

At that time, I read two poems:

"My dear Nana..."

"Stop! I'm wrong, little ancestor, I'm wrong! Can you be my dad?" The old bastard was shocked, "As long as we don't mention this, we can discuss everything!"

"It wouldn't be enough." I shrugged. "You said, why are you doing this?"

"Obviously I was so hidden...how did you find out?"

The old bastard looked at me bitterly.

"Humph, since you teach me how to drive all day long, don't be surprised by my ability to find resources..."

I said with some pride, and then hooked my finger at the old bastard.

"Let's go, go to my room..."

I rubbed my fist unkindly,

"I'm back this time...I have a lot of things I want to hear from you..."

"Don't go!" Seeing my unkind expression, the old bastard clearly felt the strength of the crisis. He shook his head firmly and said, "What are you going to say...just go to my study to talk!"

"impossible!"

I shook my head.

Go to your study?

Who knows what mechanism you have prepared to pit me, or what secret passage has been reserved for escape?

When I went, I was fooled.

"This matter is forbidden to talk about, I must go to my room to talk...and put your hand covering your butt down. I am not interested in your chrysanthemums. Is it disgusting?"

The old bastard put his hand down a little awkwardly, gritted his teeth and said:

"Then go to the basement to talk...no one there will hear what we say...and you are more familiar with it than me?"

"Don't talk." I shook my head firmly, "Did you not see it when you came back? The hole you came out of as a fashion dress hasn't been blocked yet? Want to run? No way!"

13. Wait, where is your sister?

Finally, after a fierce quarrel and compromise, I finally reached a consensus with the old bastard.I chose a compromise location and talked in a public study.

It was a closed room with no windows, and almost no one would stay in it.Choosing to talk there, there is no need to worry about who will occupy the home court, and the old bastard will never have the chance to escape.It is a great location.

Of course, even so...but I still can't take it lightly.

After all, that old thing is scheming and runs faster than anyone...

During the revolution, they have always concentrated their superior forces and weakly defended aristocratic territories.When the kingdom's army was sent to the place, he had already ran away, leaving only the house that was almost evacuated.And the cruel lord hung on the "street lamp".

So, no doubt.

The talent of this old thing to escape is absolutely full, and he can't relax his guard at any time.

Thinking of this, I put my hand in my pocket, quietly held [Red Wheel] to open the storage space, and firmly grasped the hilt of Chika's sword.As soon as I was ready to enter the door, I would give the old bastard a thunderous blow, and beat him up first.

Anyway, most of the old things can't be hacked with a sword, just slash it in death, and Quan should teach him a lesson.

Thinking about this, I watched the old bastard closely, and the old bastard cast the same look at me.

When we reached the door of the big study, the old bastard and my colleague stopped.

Glancing at me, the old bastard immediately put on a flattering smile:

"Son~ You go in first..."

Yo?So diligent?

There must be fraud!

Thinking about this, I also said in a hypocritical tone:

"No...no, respect the old and love the young, it's better to go in first, dad..."

The old bastard rolled his eyes and quickly pushed back:

"Eh...what are you polite with, let's do it... or a small picture, let's go ahead!"

Hey... this old thing is not honest when things come.

Thinking of this, I opened the door handle and raised my leg with a kick:

"Stop talking nonsense! Go if you want to go in!"

"Oh-"

The old bastard screamed and crawled into the dark study room.

And I took this opportunity to drew the saber from the storage space, and slashed it at the old bastard:

"Old stuff! Look at the sword!"

At this moment, the light in front of my eyes flashed, and the long sword slashed out of the ground immediately encountered obstacles.

Ping-

Cheka was bounced back with the sound of gold and iron fighting.

Immediately afterwards, the old bastard's angry roar sounded in my ears:

"Unfilial little beast! You dare to yin your old man? Are you looking for death?"

The moment he spoke, the magic lamp in the study lit up, illuminating the whole room immediately.

At this time, I saw that the old bastard not far away was holding his butt and struggling to get up from the ground.

While holding the ground in his hand, it was a black belt...At this time, the belt stood upright under the effect of the red psychic energy, like a dark long sword, held in the hand by the old bastard.I think that is what blocked my offensive just now.

Can the belt still be used like this?Fortunately, I'm better off first, otherwise this old thing will definitely take advantage of the darkness to pull out the waistband and hit me.

It's no wonder that he just changed out of women's clothes just now....It turned out that it was because he wanted to wear a belt to yin me!

In fact, I should have guessed it a long time ago...After all, the "magic" that the old bastard is best at is to use black-rimmed glasses and a waistband, these two key elements to start... His waistband is confiscated, only in this way can it be guaranteed.

I still relax my vigilance.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that you to give birth

The old bastard groaned and stood up with difficulty.

When he saw my position clearly, he immediately tightened the waistband in his hand and roared to pounce at me:

"Success! Little beast!"