Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 728 You Are My God!

Cyrus never cared what other people thought of him, but if she said something that was too harsh or touched the third princess, her snake-belly sword would not be happy.

The one who killed the enemy was the cruel Condominium Sword. What did it have to do with her, Cyrus? Killing it was none of my business.

"She was born in a military family and received military education."

Hiat put her palm next to her mouth, and secretly explained something, but she didn't talk too much. There is no need to force too much on this kind of personal problem, it's natural.

Cyrus's personality is more like a grim queen, but if one day she suddenly smiles like a flower, is kind and bright, and becomes a chatterbox between acquaintances like Rainey, it will make people feel that something is wrong and the world is turned upside down.

……

Cyrus was a little distraught, she stood in front of the window in a daze, and a certain unscrupulous beast kept swaying in front of her through the glass, deliberately showing the proof of "coming back alive", implying that it is time for you to fulfill your promise .

If it wasn't for Tamos' deep sleep and the fact that this villa is the property of Her Royal Highness, she really wanted to slash through with a sword and smash that face with shards of glass.

However, she seemed unable to beat it.

And after all, this face has been seen for a long time, so it's not too annoying.

After a hearty and steaming dinner, the warmth filled her body and limbs after she was full. Yuena went to pray the holy scriptures as a routine, while the curator was writing notes and taking notes, and Mai Lu was still eating.

Other things to do are chatting, or playing chess and games. The third princess has already gone upstairs to take a hot bath.

Cyrus, who felt more uncomfortable without Isabella in the living room, just gave Ye Lin a hard look, turned his head upstairs and went back to his room.

He took the ferocious look as a hint, and followed up with concern: "Is your injury okay?"

"It's okay, this afternoon is your fate."

He was the one who closed the door, and Cyrus, who spoke in a blunt and dry tone, felt that his hands seemed to have no place to rest, whether they were hugging him or sticking them obliquely in his pockets.

He simply pinched the corner of his formal attire, leaned his back against the cold wall, snorted coldly and turned away, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he still had a bit of unwillingness to do so.

"What are you doing?" Yelin scratched his head suspiciously.

"Promise your faith, let's do it."

Gritting his teeth, he wished he could pierce the guy's neck with a sword, and hot blood flowed out, splashing three meters.

But after all, she is a person who keeps her promise, and no matter how you say it, she was the one who initiated the condition of exchanging divine blood for justice.

So in the whole process, he was the one who passively accepted it.

"You said mastering justice, I almost forgot~"

boom!
Immediately, Cyrus was furious, and the knees of the tight pants hit the fatal point directly. The beast was still shaking vigorously in front of him before dinner, and now it is pretending to be a pure child.

With quick eyes and quick hands, he slapped his knees to block the impact, and measured the plumpness of his thighs. It was fleshy and very warm.

"Faith is sacred." Ye Lin shook his fingers and said solemnly: "Look at Yuena's daily prayers, her face is full of holy brilliance and love, which makes people unbearable to profane. This is the faith with a sacred heart .”

With a sneer, Cyrus said disdainfully: "Heh...she believes in the god of light, what about yours?"

"Represents warm justice!"

Since the new house does not have props for heating, the temperature in the room is still a bit cold, Ye Linyi stretched out his hand and pushed her shoulder, pressing against the front of the dressing table, "Wait a minute."

The small red crystal blocks continued to emit a kind of warm heat. The room was not very big, but it was quickly filled with warmth.

"Faith is sacred and lofty. It cannot be sloppy. It must have a strict sense of ritual."

What he said was very solemn, and people who didn't know it might be awed by it, but the real situation was not like this.

"The scarlet magic pattern on your forehead is a bit unattractive."

Cyrus, who was sitting on the chair, trembled. The bloody lines on the right side of her forehead were gently brushed by warm hands, and it was very itchy. She temporarily closed her eyes.

But what surprised Cyrus himself was that she didn't think this hand was abominable. Could it be because Tamos, who left the magic pattern, was asleep.

"You look good, but your face is always tight, and it is full of cold words, keep away from strangers, a rose with thorns."

Cyrus has long gray hair, which is usually simply tied up, and a thick bang is deliberately left on the right side to cover up the scarlet magic pattern.

He used a hair rope and a few brightly colored hairpins to tidy up his slightly messy hair, but suddenly he was surprised to find that the gorgeous colors didn't quite match Cyrus' temperament.

It seems that the monotonous color of black and white would be more suitable. I don't know what color her hairband is. I should like the cold black, with or without lace.

"Don't dawdle, I'm not the kind of little girl who likes sweet talk!"

After enduring his teasing with his hair for about 10 minutes and closing his eyes, Cyrus still couldn't help but scolded. She hated people with a bad personality, who spoke and acted badly, and wasting time was wasting life.

Ye Lin put her hands on her shoulders, and under her gaze, the black ceremonial coat propped her up quite well. If Cyrus stood with her head down, she would not be able to see her toes.

"It should be troublesome to practice swordsmanship on weekdays. Hiate also said that it is a bit heavy. Of course, Feng Ying does not have this burden. Meiweisi does not learn swordsmanship."

While talking about adjusting the atmosphere, he lightly believed in the justice that can make people warm, the heat that can't be covered by winter clothes.

Cyrus' eyelids twitched and he clenched his teeth tightly, holding his breath and trying not to make a sound, a blush still inevitably appeared on his stiff cheeks.

It was lighter than the magic lines on her forehead, like wisps of haze.

pat~

She frowned and still didn't make a sound, there were several decorative badges on the chest of her formal dress, and it seemed that the beast despised her hands and pulled them off.

"Cyrus, what do you think about your future?"

Maybe he was influenced by Feiyan, he suddenly wanted to use the topic of the future to distract Cyrus from his nervous attention, the shoulders under the dress were stretched like an iron rod.

"I am loyal to Her Royal Highness, is that enough?"

Ye Lin acted as if he hadn't heard the last question, leaned down and blew on the rosy earlobe, and said slowly: "The third princess is going to marry, does that mean that you also want to..."

"Wishful thinking, how can I have eyes for a guy like you."

"Really?"

The simple rhetorical question made Cyrus frown. She is the hound of the empire, and it is her duty to clear the way for Her Royal Highness. As for the lifelong event, she really hasn't considered it seriously.

Is there anyone she can see? Ever since she stepped into the realm of legend, her eyes have involuntarily become higher.

It seems that there are very few people in the younger generation who can stabilize her.

Suddenly, a ray of magic escaped from his palm, and the thick and warm fabric crumbled slightly, followed by a fierce look, warm and soft.

Then he seemed to want to melt away the fat accumulated under the skin.

Cyrus's heart roared with fury, and he rose three feet high. Regardless of the damage to the dress, he stood up abruptly, clasped his shoulders and twisted and pressed against the side of the bed, almost dislocated.

"Heh, you are very courageous, do you really think I am weak?"

It was inevitable that her cheeks would be stained with the sunset, and she really wanted to find something to cover it up, but she couldn't let go of the beast in her hand, so she could only bloom a huge glutinous rice seed, dotted with fruits, in his sight.

"Cough, no, you are so beautiful and charming, you know that I believe in justice, so you are my god, my queen..."

Her head was pressed against the quilt, and her arms were locked. Cyrus was not a shy girl like Yuena. She advocated strength to solve everything, and cleanliness was the best.

"I'm too beautiful and charming?"

Cyrus' tone was a little weird. She had been praised for her strength, loyalty to the empire, and high rate of mission completion, but this was the first time she had been praised.

"That's right, with cherry lips and beautiful nose, eyebrows like curved willows..."

"Shut up, if I die, I will jump out of the grave and kill you after hearing your nagging nonsense."

Cyrus slowly let go of his arm, stepped on his cheek with one foot, leaned over and smiled jokingly: "Your little messy intestines and ugly thoughts are better understood than that idiot Puno the Devil."

"Then I'm really, it's really embarrassing." Ye Lin was ashamed, he had reason to believe that if Cyrus hadn't recovered his full strength and restrained his trembling thoughts for a while, he would definitely step on his face.

While venting her emotions, she barely kept a little bottom line.

"It's quite embarrassing, but you're right, the younger generation...even in another ten or a hundred years, there may not necessarily be a better genius than you. I'm honestly convinced of this."

He grabbed his collar and pulled it up like garbage, and supported his neck with the other hand, kissed him in pain, the skin of his lips was bitten and bled.

There seemed to be flames burning in Cyrus' eyes, and what was hidden under her cold face was not gentleness like water or shyness and arrogance, but a raging volcano.

"Following you, I seem to have a chance to complete the real killing of gods, which is not bad."

boom!
His back fell on the bed, Ye Lin silently tilted his head to one side, his eyes widened in disbelief, the weight of one hundred catties seemed to rise and fall lightly, but in fact the vise was terrifying, squeezing his nutrition severely.

It has been a year since Tana became strong, and he was unexpectedly restrained by the snake-belly sword, and he was unable to extricate himself from being at a disadvantage.

……

　I'm very sorry, there was indeed an unexpected problem, and almost all of this chapter was deleted and rewritten.

　　Because after opening Sellers, I re-read it as usual, and when I was looking for mistakes and correcting it, I suddenly found a very serious problem.

　　Whether it is Cyrus's own character or the setting of the witcher (queen), they are all very strong, not that kind of shy little girl.

　　Ordinary cars are not enough, they have to be off-road and dump trucks that are difficult to control.

　　Cyrus is more like Tana in the book than Celia, so in order to adapt to the character problem, I tried to modify it several times, but finally deleted and rewritten it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)