Edge of the Apocalypse

After dinner, Alan wiped Qianjun. When the spatula cloth slid over the heavy knife, Allen felt connected to the weapon. Even if it is a magic weapon, it needs to cultivate feelings in order to exert its greatest power. If you can't cultivate emotions with weapons, you can't pass the level of sword intent first. After this time of getting along, Alan and Qianjun finally cultivated such a subtle emotion.

Qianjun was in his hand, like an extension of his arm, without any unnatural feeling.

The knock on the door sounded at this moment.

Allen opened the door, and outside the door was Lucy with her hands. The girl stretched her nose and sniffed **** him. Allen smiled and said, "What are you doing?"

"I'm watching if the woman in Windsor Bellow is doing anything to you." Lucy said solemnly.

Allen let her in, picked up Qianjun in a pose, and said, "She is my teacher, and she will do anything with me."

Then he lifted Qianjun high, just about to make a slashing action, suddenly heard Lucy said: "That's hard to say, I heard that you have an aphrodisiac perfume that will greatly increase male hormones and blindly fall in love with women."

When the next knife slashed crookedly, there was no power to speak of.

Allen chuckled: "How is it possible that the teacher would not use this kind of thing on me."

"Innocent!" Lucy wrapped her hands around her chest, trying to highlight her slightly unsatisfactory breasts, and said: "I am also a woman, so I know Windsor Bello better than you. You have to understand that she is no matter how strong she is, always She is also a woman. Do you really think that she can always be so strong and support the whole family with one person's martial arts."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Of course there is." Lucy said seriously: "Windsor Bello always has to find a man to marry. If she doesn't do this, some people will beat her. Don't look at her being beautiful now, but I see, her The foundation is too shallow. Now the new party is gaining momentum, but it lacks the heritage of the old aristocracy like Marshal Capro. Once the new party has some trouble, the old party will take advantage of it. At that time, in order to fight the new party, the most direct way is to use Windsor Luo becomes his own, is there anything easier to change a person's camp than marriage?"

Alan looked at Lucy like she had met a girl for the first time.

Lucy continued: "As long as the old party gains power, then we can come up with enough benefits. Even if Windsor Bellow is unwilling, she must be carefully considered for the family. Moreover, her weakness is not limited to the family. For example, Sirius has some kind of crisis. ?"

Her prompt was obvious enough that Allen couldn't find a reason to deny it. Sirius is Windsor Bello's painstaking effort, even if she doesn't think about it for herself, she has to take care of the members of this legion, and officers like Gao Lei have their own families or even families. At that time, the whole body will be affected. If the general trend goes, I am afraid that Windsor Bello can only succumb.

"But your teacher is a smart person. This can be seen from her selection of students among the nobles." Lucy laughed and said, "Combine the power of other nobles against Capulo's team, and you can choose from them that have potential and suit you. The combination of the men of the mind, in order to make up for the shortcomings of her lack of background, her abacus can be very loud."

Allen finally knew the meaning of Lucy’s previous sentence. He shook his head and said: "You think too much, even if I came from Bethkode, you should know my identity. Even if I enter the heir sequence now, it does not mean the future. Can become a patriarch. After all, my situation is similar to that of the teacher."

In Beth Cordery, Allen does not have the support of his father's generation, and generally belongs to the superficial stream of Windsor Bello. Lucy also knew this, but said: "Because of this, the more likely it is that Windsor Bello will make you an idea."

"Why?" Allen couldn't help asking.

"It's very simple. If she fully supports you, it will be difficult for you not to be a patriarch. At that time, if a family with a deep heritage like Beskard will assist her, then she will not be the wolf marshal, but the queen. !"

Alan opened his mouth wide, unable to say a word for a while.

Lucy sat down on his bed and looked at the electronic clock on the wall: "The time is almost up, you should go see her. Although you are not reconciled, if Windsor Bello has that meaning, you might as well accept it. Anyway, you It's not a disadvantage, and she is more helpful to you than me. Damn, that woman's body is better than me!"

Seeing Lucy no longer knowing where to tangled, Alan slipped out embarrassedly. He shook his head, always feeling that Lucy was too wishful thinking about this. Throwing the girl's words behind his head, he carried Qianjun and left the dormitory.

When I came to the training hall, there are usually soldiers doing combat training at night, but tonight it was very quiet. It was Gao Lei who made special arrangements to hand over the training hall to Windsor Bello and Allen. Allen opened the door, the training hall was brightly lit, and Windsor Bello stood on a training equipment with his back to him, not knowing what he was thinking. Allen could only give a dry cough, and Windsor Bello's shoulders moved slightly, suddenly falling down.

Even though he knew that even if he fell down, Windsor Bellow would not suffer any damage, Alan was shocked. But she saw her legs hooked to the bar on the equipment, hanging upside down on it, looking at Allen and saying, "You are on time."

Her purple hair fell to the ground. Although she did not fall, the skirt fell to her waist, revealing two snow-white thighs. Allen turned his face quickly, lest he see what he shouldn't. Then the wind sounded softly, and Windsor Bello had fallen to the ground. She clapped her hands and stood up and said, "Why don't you look at me? It's very rude."

Alan didn't know how to answer, his eyes were dark, but Windsor Bello had already walked up to him. The marshal was a little taller than Ellen. She bent down slightly, her face almost touching Ellen’s nose, showing a malicious smile, Windsor Bello said, “I’ve been absent this time, you seem to be long It’s taller. It’s getting more and more like a man, I said Ellen, do you want to try to be my man?"

"What!" Allen almost didn't jump up, and took a few steps back, looking at his teacher with some bewilderment.

Windsor Belo laughed loudly, with tears in the corners of her eyes, she said to her belly: "It's a lie, you just have the courage to run to the Sword Demon's holy ruins, but fortunately, you didn't lose your life."

Allen breathed a sigh of relief, and protested: "Why is that the same, teacher."

"Hey, when you say that, you mean I'm more terrifying than Sword Demon?" Windsor Bello said with her arms folded.

Allen thought, to a certain extent it is true. Naturally, he wouldn't say it. Fortunately, Windsor Bello didn't get too much trouble with this issue. The marshal beckoned and said, "Come on, let me show you my hands. Slash me with all my strength."

"Is that okay?" Allen hesitated.

Windsor Bello snorted: "Do you think you can really stab me to death? Don't talk nonsense, come on."

Allen nodded, took a breath, and rushed forward with the knife. Seeing that he was approaching Windsor Bello, Qian Jun raised up, screaming thunderously, and swept towards the marshal's thin waist.

Windsor Bello stretched out his slender hand and plunged into the light of Qianjun's knife. He used **** to easily clamp/tighten the heavy knife. He followed Allen's head with a knife like a hand and said, "Isn't what I said clearly enough? I said with all my strength, is this your strength?"

Then he pushed Alan away with a knife.

Alan didn't want to be despised by her, and raised Qianjun solemnly. Motivated Yuanli, the mark of Liaoyuan's Blade was immediately formed on the forehead. With a bang, Qianjun's sword sprayed like a pillar of sky fire, and the flames sprayed up for several meters, swirling in the air like a dragon. The flames were blazing and arrogant, Windsor Bello nodded and said, "This is just a little bit."

"You are careful." Allen pressed down the blade abruptly, crushed the sky fire with a heavy knife, and pulled out a flashing arc.

A flash of flames flashed to Windsor Bello's waist, and the female Yuanshi stretched out a hand and held it to the orange arc light in a void. The flames flickered suddenly, and as Windsor Bello's five fingers gathered, the arc gradually shrank, and she was finally held in her hand. When the palm was opened again, where there was a figure that flashed with the breath of flame, the flames and source power gave Windsor Bellow an absolute power to annihilate it invisibly.

Allen broke out in a cold sweat, and he had expected that the flames would never hurt Windsor Bello's hair, but he hadn't thought that it would be so understatement to resolve it for her. Her move is a hundred times more difficult than detonating with source power!

Windsor Bello clapped his hands and said: "Pushing flames into the knife gas and using high-temperature heat to increase the sharpness of the knife gas is a sloppy combat technique. Let me see how you react."

After that, the figure disappeared, and when it reappeared, it silently stuck to Alan's left side. The innocent palm wiped Alan's neck, and Alan had no doubt that the palm full of energy could easily cut off his head. In this situation, it is almost impossible to evade, Allen swept with a heavy knife, and also slashed towards Windsor Bello's neck, adopting a deadly style of play.

The heavy knife only swept into the air~www.readwn.com~ Windsor Bello's figure disappeared. Allen looked around, but couldn't see her. Following a light beating on his head, he looked up and saw the marshal standing on a heavy knife.

Windsor Bello put her hands on her hips and nailed Qianjun's knife like there was no weight. She shook her head and said, "Idiot, no one catches opponents with their eyes. To know that human senses are often slower than perception. Masters compete. , All rely on locking the breath to determine the azimuth and distance in order to achieve a targeted. If you use your facial features to capture opponents like you, I don’t know how many times you have killed people."

What she said was nothing but empirical talk, which inspires and helps Alan greatly. It's just that she is condescending and tall. From Allen's direction, the scenery in the skirt was almost unobstructed. Allen lowered his head and said, "Well, can you come down and talk about it?"

Windsor Bello laughed and jumped off the knife lightly, approaching Ellen and said, "It seems that my little Ellen has grown up. Come, tell the teacher, have you eaten Your Royal Highness Lucy."

"How is it possible!" Allen had a headache, it turned out that Windsor Bello would also have gossip. r1058

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