Hal, the "unparalleled warm man", slapped his thigh bitterly: "Do you know? I haven't dared to go home in the past few years. You have to deal with people coming to marry you. You have to deal with a group of people every day...
Damn, if it’s really beautiful, I’ll accept it at worst, but...man, who’s not a member of the Appearance Association?”
Ren was dumbfounded when he heard this. He really didn't expect Kesha to have such an idea. He always felt that this was not her style of acting.
Keisha: Aunt Helen taught me well.
Hal sighed sadly: "I didn't say hello when we met last time. Is she going to torment me again? What a disaster! Why did you go to tease her when Lard was deceived back then?"
Ren patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay. It'll be over soon. I believe she won't have trouble with you again."
Sleep... well, it shouldn't be difficult to convince Kesha not to trouble Hal.
Hal glanced at Renn suspiciously. Of course he didn't expect that the other party would succeed so quickly.
"Forget it, let's not say anything disappointing. Without the Crimson Moon, Shaohua can make do with it. Come on, cheers!"
Hal was very carefree and greeted him loudly. The three of them drank a few drinks together and chatted and laughed.
However, the world is peaceful here. The situation in the Kingdom of Cassevia in the south of Farolan is very tense. The demons and the Church of Light keep sending help there, and the war is about to break out!
North of Bu Shen City, Belfort District, Guzman's house.
In the beautiful back garden, Alves, who has long silver hair and is handsome and handsome, is sitting on a stone bench in the garden, holding a knight novel in his hand and reading aloud:
"Ah, the future!
I come to you from the narration of the past, from the present where my hands are shaking with excitement!
I got on your saddle,
What new flag will you raise on the flagpole of the tower yet to be erected to welcome me?
How will you ignite the smoke of plunder in the castles and gardens I used to love?
How many golden years have you arranged,
You are uncontrollable,
You foretell treasures that must be acquired at great cost,
You are the kingdom I want to conquer,
future!"
His voice is magnetic and full of emotion. It is obvious that he is an artistic young man.
"Lord Alves, I'm sorry to disturb your pleasure, but there is news from Duke Bryan who has gone to Cassevia.
He found Prince Milo in the small town of Olatan in the north of Kasavia.
However, the shepherds of the church also discovered their traces, and a large number of paladins and priests were ready to encircle and suppress them."
After a pause, Marquis Gary Guzman of the Dark Tribe continued: "Prince Milo's injury has not healed, and the situation is not optimistic. Duke Brian hopes that you can support them and cover their retreat."
Alves put the book on the stone table, looked at the wisteria on the flower stand and pondered for a while, then shook his head: "The Black Wings and the Soulfire Tribe have been friends for generations, so it is expected that Brian will help, but we secretly
The relationship between the Blackwing Clan and the Blackwing Clan is far from friendly.
Besides, there will be a cultural salon in a few days, so I don’t have time to go to Kaseviya.”
Standing upright, wearing a washed snow-white shirt, a white vest, and a black tie, Marquis Gary had a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "But, Mr. Alves, today is different from the past, and it's time for us to unite.
If you don't help, Prince Milo may be dissatisfied."
Showing a gentle smile, Alves' voice was calm: "If you are dissatisfied, you will be dissatisfied. I can't beat Gonzalez anyway."
Marquis Gary, who was wearing a tuxedo and his hair was neatly combed, was a little hesitant: "Sir, if you use the original darkness, you may not be unable to fight."
Primordial Darkness, the famous gun owned by the famous Demon clan Dark Hades, is currently in the hands of Alvis.
This gun is very powerful, and it is qualified to compete for the title of the most powerful gun. It was given to him by the Dark Lord of the Dark Lord.
Alvis's talent is extremely high, and the devil's strength increases at a slower rate than that of humans, but when he was 75 years old, he was promoted to a grand duke.
Comparing it to human beings, one might become a saint at the age of twenty-three or four, which is quite amazing.
You know, Kesha is 28 years old, Hal is 35 years old, and Raphael is 32 years old. They are all at the peak of the fourth level.
Although it does not mean that the younger and the higher the rank, the more powerful he will be, but it is enough to illustrate Alves' talent.
Among humans, those who can be promoted to the Holy Realm around the age of 40 are all extremely talented and beautiful people.
Beside the stone table, a black vortex appeared on the back of Alves' right hand, and layers of invisible ripples spread like water waves.
The surrounding vision suddenly became dim, like an abyss, as if all the light had been swallowed up. He hesitated for a moment. After a while, the vortex disappeared and everything returned to normal.
He picked up the knight novel again: "I don't like fighting with people, I like art."
Upon seeing this, Marquis Gary sighed, bowed and turned to leave. He knew that Alves's origin was very special, and he was a very rare mixed race.
He was raised by his human mother and received education in human moral concepts. Therefore, many demons have difficulty understanding his thoughts and actions.
Alvis refused to help, but the Crimson Duke of the Nokman Empire thought for a while and then set off.
The Crimson Archduke is a female vampire named Terena Nicole. It is said that she was once the maid of the Dark Lord, the Blood Queen.
The southwestern border of the Nokman Empire is a hilly area with rolling mountains, lush trees, and meandering streams flowing from the mountains to the small town at the foot of the mountain.
The sky was covered with dark clouds and drizzle, and the humid air was mixed with the smell of wild flowers and green grass.
It's night now, deserted, moonless, and the rain is falling.
The blue-gray earth-stone brick building has gradually eroded due to years of rain erosion.
Through the quiet streets, there is the graceful back of the crimson Grand Duke Trena.
The pure black leather cloak and long hem fluttered in the wind, and her figure was vaguely visible, with uneven curves and curves.
A gentle breathing sound aroused Trina's alert. She suddenly turned around, and an astonishing momentum rushed towards her face!
Behind her, a graceful woman wearing a green and white dress seemed to be frightened and stopped.
Fear, tension, and a sting that is colder than the weather, this is how she feels to ordinary people.
She has a delicate face, brown-red hair, attractive red lips, and is wearing a tight black leather jacket.
Terena, who turned her head and walked forward step by step, was as cool and swaying as a pure black rose, with a graceful figure.
It is not a model-like seductive step, but a slightly larger stride, with a pair of long legs alternating with a firm rhythm, showing endless charm.
The advantage of the Vampires is that they don't need thick enough muscles to have enough strength.
And this kind of power, coupled with these long, snow-white and elastic legs, what the situation would be like in bed is worth pondering.
Wearing a dress and holding an oil-paper umbrella, Catherine's mother, Helen Vigges Blois, pondered this question.
Her voice was clear and moving: "Is this the charm of high-ranking female vampires?
This is the transcendence of beauty, the sublimation of temperament, and the cohesion of spirit.
A high-ranking vampire with a long life of more than a thousand years, eternal youth, a noble education that goes deep into the bones, and countless killings.
I somewhat understand why female demons can induce so many heroes to fall.
This is a unique advantage. The more critical you are and have strong aesthetic ability, the more you will be able to appreciate the danger, magnificence, death, nobility and cold beauty."
There was no jealousy in her voice, but full of admiration. The Duchess spoke with emotion, as if a boy had met the goddess in his dream and couldn't help but praise her loudly.
The Bohemian race has a temperament as gentle as water, a pretty good appearance, good skin that can be broken by a blow, and a graceful figure. According to human aesthetic standards, they can be regarded as beauties.
With these thoughts flashing through her mind, Trina certainly knew that the other person was no ordinary person. She only noticed the other person when he approached about 20 meters behind her.
This is unbelievable. Even if she doesn't usually expand her territory, with her Grand Duke-level vampire's sensitivity to blood, she can detect any larger creature approaching within 100 meters of her.
"Who are you?"
Trina's voice was like a thread, but it was colder than the rain falling on her black clothes.
Helen turned the oil-paper umbrella, her face was pitiful, but her voice was very soft: "A young woman lost in the rainy alley, this noble and beautiful lady, can you accompany me here to wait for the dawn?"
A weak woman is very lonely on such a cold night."
Terena's scarlet pupils stood up, like a beautiful snake, a cold and dangerous feeling rushed over her face: "You want to stop me?"
Helen took a step back and caressed Liu Hai: "Why should a woman embarrass a woman?
If the men want to be heroic and show off their power, let them do it. Women are not allowed to join in the fun.
Just watch from the sidelines, or at worst, listen to them brag a bit afterwards to satisfy their vanity.
Look at those men who have left their names in history, none of them are not backed by a bunch of beauties. Even so, they can still get countless praises. It would be great if us women are backed by a bunch of men and not be called sluts.
This game of war and conquest has been played for thousands of years, and most women can only serve as foils to highlight the majesty and heroic qualities of those big pigs.
Madam, why bother getting involved in this kind of thing?"
Trina raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she was amused: "Oh, what do you think we should do?"
Helen smiled lightly, took out a pink camera, and said softly:
"Madam, you are so beautiful, why don't you dedicate yourself to art?"