The girl is wearing a white gauze dress, with the skirt open in front and bunched in the back. The gauze falls on the couch like bird wings. The chest is wrapped with a front placket and pleated transparent white silk, and the collarbone and shoulders are slightly exposed, looming. Although the immortal is sitting on his knees, his slender legs are half-covered by the extremely high waist and white high-heeled shoes, which is quite interesting. Blue and white stockings with small hollows on the white socks and constellation patterns on the ankles of the blue socks add to the girl's youthfulness and innocence. At this moment, the girl no longer looks like a red kite, but looks like a blue bird in the garden. The girl blooms like a blue flower. The young man's fingers couldn't help but tremble, because Fu Hua was sitting quietly on the couch, surrounded on three sides by a fence as white as ivory, which seemed like a cage where blue birds were imprisoned. He calmed down a little and looked at Sakura beside him, only to see the girl kneeling and sitting on her knees. The long furisode with gold silk and crane patterns was spread on the bed. Sakura's hands were placed on her legs. She was wearing white stockings with only overlapping flowers embroidered on her legs. She wore sandals under her feet, and her toes moved slightly in the wind. She seems to be a newlywed wife who is not tired of waiting for her lover. Sakura's upper body is a kimono similar to Shiro Muzan, with a white sword hanging down, and the ends of the tassels are slightly cherry-colored. On the lace are bird wings embroidered with gold thread, a red rope hangs down, and a cherry blossom twinkles.
The golden belt cinched the girl's uncontrollable waist and made her graceful figure even more charming. However, the hem of the kimono was too short, exposing her thighs covered by white stockings. The girl raised her eyes slightly, looked at the boy lovingly, and then bowed. "The little girl is not talented, please give me more advice." This sentence defeated his reason, and he stepped onto the big bed, and the white curtains immediately closed. …… The autumn sunshine fell into the temporary love nest, and the rest of them suddenly opened their eyes, with obvious displeasure on their faces. He opened the curtain and stepped out of the bed, but his feet could not help slipping because although the bed was cool, it was also slightly damp. Once there were water stains, it would be difficult to dry. "------" The rest stood up slowly and poked Ying and Fu Hua's heads out curiously. Their shoulders were slightly exposed and they couldn't help but smile when they saw the young man's fall. "Yu Jun, why are you so anxious today?" Sakura asked casually, if it were the past, she would inevitably have to be tender with her lover for a while. Fu Hua also smiled and said, "Husband, are you going to prepare breakfast?" The rest said awkwardly: "No... there is an unscrupulous guy at the door." Fu Hua's eyes narrowed and he said solemnly: "Is that the Divine Ancestor?" Yu Zhe nodded, and after receiving the boy's answer, Ying said softly: "Yu Jun, please go first, we will arrive soon..." After thinking about it, the girl blushed and added, "It's better to clean it up a little so that people find out what's wrong." Sakura became a little shy. The rest nodded slightly, turned into a phantom, walked out of the bed, and cleaned up a little. In less than a moment, the remaining person opened the door, dressed in black, with cold eyes, looking coldly at Guinevere, who was waiting in the distance.
"------" Neither party meant to speak, but their eyes met in mid-air, making the atmosphere tense. After a long time, the mechanical and ruthless voice of the rest reached the ears of the ancestor. "You shouldn't have come." "It really didn't come at the right time..." "----?" For a moment, he couldn't continue the rest of the words, and it seemed that he had deviated from the script. Then Guinevere's words completely made him unable to hold back. "As a God-slayer, it is difficult for him to leave any heirs. Your communication with those concubines should not be disturbed." Guinevere spoke calmly, and the corners of the others' eyebrows twitched slightly, and then the girl's perfect and elegant voice came here. "If you need it, I can teach you some ancient methods. Most of them are wonderful methods for kings to seek children." "If it really doesn't work, even though you and I are enemies, I can't let you be the guest of honor for once." "After all, it's quite interesting that the ancestor of the gods gave birth to the heirs of the god-slayers." Her elegant words are matched with Guinevere's little-adult temperament and baby-toothed appearance. The rest couldn't help but cough lightly, raised their hands, and said in a panic: "Sister, please stop talking." Seeing that the other party was at a disadvantage, Guinevere smiled softly, then straightened her expression and said seriously: "King Advent, your special background has confused me for a while." "However, my uncle and I have seen your true face clearly. You are a humble king of pure evil and chaos." "My guardians are ready to defeat you." Hearing this, the rest were slightly startled and looked at Guinevere. Their minds moved, knowing that she wanted to distract him. but…… "Do you dare to accept the challenge?" ——Men are creatures who cannot withstand provocation. The rest nodded and accepted the knight's letter of challenge. Never lie to your lover: Chapter 132: There is no Yaolan in Three Hundred Draws, has been deleted from the game At a small island on a lake, the rest came through the water, and within a moment, they were walking towards the depths. The surrounding air was unusually pungent, as if it had a rusty smell that had been washed away by lake water for hundreds of years. The steps of the rest were a little weird. Every time they took a step, their bodies shook unnaturally, as if they were on a horse or on a boat. As he walked deeper, the young man's aura continued to rise, and the power of the spell solidified and wrapped around his body, making his whole body seem to be burning. In the early morning light, the knight's silver armor shines brightly. He rides a horse, his sharp eyes pass through the helmet and cast his eyes on the sworn enemy.
"------" The two of them looked at each other in silence, and the atmosphere was unusually calm, but there were strange phenomena behind them. The Qing Ming behind the rest trembled, and the lake water rippled, seemingly boiling. It was extremely quiet next to Laslot, and even the wind could not blow up. Only the smell of rust remained. After looking at each other for a period of time, Lancelot's deep voice came from under the heavy helmet. "King Advent, do you know that I have seen you before?" Hearing this, the remaining man raised his head slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he asked in confusion: "You mean that time in Rome?" "It was earlier." Lancelot pointed the knight's gun towards the ground and seemed to relax. "That was the British Island a thousand and five hundred years ago. At that time, my king and I conquered the humble people who were addicted to hunting. king." "That was a battle worth remembering. It was also at that time that I experienced a defeat. My bow and arrows were torn apart by King Bei's white dragon, and the sword in my hand was destroyed." Lancelot seemed to be missing or lamenting. "Later, in the lake, I used the fragments of my king's magic sword to cast this holy spear. I assisted him in defeating King Bei. From then on, the legend of King Arthur began to spread." The rest sighed and said: "You gods are really interesting. You are always talking about the past. You said that I look like a humble king, and Athena said that I look like a sacrificial king... Can you all agree on the same tone? " Lancelot was startled for a moment, as if he was recalling the young man's words and thinking for a moment. "Advent King, we gods will unconsciously recall the past in front of you, just because we are the only witnesses to the history buried in darkness." "Talking about the past to passers-by is also the romance of knightly legends. Or rather, isn't that what myths and epics are like?" Lancelot's voice as calm as lake water echoed on the island, making people want to talk to him more. "As for the sacrificial king you speak of, I lack knowledge." Having said this, he couldn't help but smile, "After all, when it comes to wisdom and knowledge, I am indeed not as good as the ancient goddess of wisdom." The rest of them glanced at him, raised the corners of their mouths, and said in a daze: "It's strange to say that I am willing to say a few more words to you... It doesn't matter if it's like this, chatting during the break, or fighting on the battlefield. , is also a kind of romance.” Lancelot nodded slightly, seeming to agree with the young man's words. The rest smiled and said: "The Sacrifice King is a god-killer that Xiaoya mentioned during the chat. He is an ancient demon king." That is an extremely ancient legend, probably from the Middle Ages, when Western countries were having friendly exchanges with the Arab world. It was the golden age of the Arab world. Western European countries, which were retreating steadily on the battlefield, transformed some mythical legends to boost their morale. Eventually, the rumors of "Priest John" and "Christ the Elder John" were formed. In the eyes of pre-Renaissance European intellectuals, the world was like the body of Jesus Christ, laid out in the east, west, left, north, right and south. The feet of Jesus are Europe, Britain is the mud on ungrateful feet, the heart of Jesus is Jerusalem, and the head of Jesus is the east. Some even believe that the Garden of Eden was also in the East. In fact, the Garden of Eden has been a long-standing Western fantasy in China.
"Priest King John is actually just spreading rumors." The rest shrugged, "Essentially, he is just an Eastern monarch who is at war with the Arab world." "In my world, there are different opinions about the identity of Priest John. The more popular theory is that he was the founder of Western Liao, Yelu Dashi." The young man remembered a joke and chuckled: "Because of the legend of the Garden of Eden in the East and the rumors of Priest King John, when the Mongols were marching westward, Europeans who were confused about the situation actually thought that the Khan of the Golden Horde was the Priest King... " Lancelot nodded and said: "Since this name appears in the mouth of the goddess of wisdom, it must be a lost god-killer." "Yes, the priest king of this world is a god-killer." The young man raised his eyes with an unusually solemn expression. "his name is--" The rest took a deep breath and revealed the secrets of names and history that they learned during the chat. "——Bo'er is only a catty. It's time to do it." That is a Mongolian name, and just by saying it, a kind of pride of the grasslands overflows. The rest continued: "He was a god-slayer. Among the many god-slayers in history, he was also a very short-lived one. He died in battle at the age of only 36." "It's normal. The God-Slayer is a demon king who was born because of war." Lancelot was not surprised and answered calmly, "Of course he will die because of war, but I don't know which god killed him? " The rest shook his head and said: "I only know that he was nailed to the sun golden chariot with a thunder spear. He may be a god from the Liao Kingdom, a god from the Jin Kingdom, or even a god from the Song Kingdom. Gods, who knows?” "But...he is one of the very few god-slayers who left an heir." After finishing his words, Lancelot was slightly startled. Because the descendants of God-killers are indeed rare, they are a natural miracle and have something special about them. The rest revealed the name of the son of the sacrificial king. "That child's name is... Boljijin Temujin." "He is the son of the Demon King." "He is the son born after his father killed the angel." "He is a demon king born by bathing in the blood of gods." "He is a warrior who inherits the will of the God-Slayer and regards heaven and earth as his hunting ground." "He is a king who does not know the vastness of the universe, but only knows how to run and never dismount." "He is the Khan of the grasslands!" The boy's voice was loud and loud, hitting Lancelot's heart. The knight couldn't help but tremble, just because he liked the boy's words. For Him, there is nothing that makes Him more eager to fight than the fools who know nothing about the world and only know how to ride horses. The rest moved forward slowly, scattered sparks floated out, and the air began to become hot. "Xiaoya, I think there is some truth in saying that I am the modern sacrificial king, just because I have no interest in being trapped in a small world." "My steps should naturally cover this vast world." The young man was full of energy and his clothes made a hunting sound.
"I have no interest in staying on a small island like that humble king and indulging in boring hunting." "On the contrary, it's you, the perfect knight." The rest looked at Lancelot, with undisguised provocation in his eyes, "In that small world, can your horse charge as much as it wants?" "Can your holy spear reach the end?" As soon as the words fell, Qing Ming was already trembling, and the knight suddenly became extremely calm, like the peace before a volcano erupts, or like the deathly silence before a rain shower.