Fairy’s Box

"This is really... ridiculous."

Sigurdor's eyes were confused, and he kept shaking his head, unable to believe everything in front of him.

"..."

Yale stood silently on the side, stretched out his hand to take back the fear projection, without giving her more stimulation, let the Valkyrie slowly digest all this.

"..."

Watching the two figures reunite, Sigurd gradually calmed down, bit his lip, reached out and tapped his forehead twice, his eyes returned to clarity, and he looked at him suspiciously:

"Assuming you are really a dark star, aren't you supposed to hide in a dark place...why tell me all this."

"The situation is different now. The whole world is being attacked by demonic disasters. This terrible disaster has finally spread to Asgard. The breaking of the seal of the evil **** Loki is even worse. I don't know how many evil forces are coveting Valhalla. Palace, in the face of all this, we have no choice but to unite around Goddess Freya."

The black-haired knight starred in his true colors, showing an expression of worrying about the country and the people. He turned to look at Xiluda's bedroom, clenched his fists, and his tone gradually revealed a hint of disappointment:

"However, our queen, apart from the guardian star, can't even command her guards. A country has no core of power, and all forces are bound to fight each other. In this case, what awaits Asgard is destruction. ."

From the 100-day holy war to attacking the highlands, from the evil **** hunting to the mysterious sea, from practicing the eight extremes to casting the perfect body.

He grew from a hot-blooded young man to an immortal knight of the end. He has experienced too many things. Although he has not changed his original intention, he can be regarded as a cunning and cunning in every aspect. The nonsense was just like the real thing, without blinking his eyes, he almost believed what he said.

"So...you are here to convince me to swear allegiance to the queen?"

Sigurdo looked at him in a trance, and gradually lowered her head. After a long silence, she raised her head again, her expression changed from disbelief to half-belief:

"Does she know about it herself?"

"certainly."

Alei answered without hesitation.

His biggest reliance on nonsense is Hiluda. As long as the queen nods, he is not a dark star or a dark star, black is also white, and everything he said is of course the truth.

"I'm going to meet the Queen now."

The Valkyrie instantly changed into a solemn expression, turned and left the woods, and gave three high fives at the same time.

clap clap-!

Along with the crisp applause, the figures of several Valkyries quickly emerged from the shadows of the branches. They drew out their sabres and stood in a circle around the black-haired knight, their eyes locked on his figure coldly.

"Take him to my place, and don't let anyone leave until I come back!"

Sigurdor left these words, his eyes immediately turned to Xiluda's bedroom, he bent his knees and flicked, and his body flew out with the vertical leap, turning into an afterimage and disappearing.

...

The residence that Xiluda was talking about was not her house, of course, but her bedroom when she was on duty at Valhalla Palace.

The furnishings in the room are unusually simple, with two compartments in front and back, the office in front, and the bedroom across a wall. The bed was made of rattan, hung by the window, and there were several thick leather books on it.

There was a low table near the front of the rattan bed, with a pottery vase on it. In the vase was a rose that had been dehydrated, and the dark stem seemed to be drawn from lead wire. In addition to these, the decoration of the bedroom consists of only a few oil paintings, mostly landscape paintings, and only one portrait of Sigurdo himself.

The fear projection created by the black-haired knight sat quietly on the spot, watched by several Valkyries, and his body had long followed Sigurd into Xiluda's bedroom.

After half an hour...

Yalei's real body rushed into the bedroom in an instant, and surrounded by a group of Valkyries, he silently overlapped with the fear projection, and seemed to have been sitting honestly in place.

He sat on the hardwood chair for five minutes before Sigurdor pushed open the bedroom door. After verifying the truth of what the black-haired knight said, she seemed to be in a good mood and her footsteps fluttered.

"You all leave, it's time for us to be alone."

The Valkyrie waved her hand, dismissed her subordinates, and sat directly on the low wooden table with her legs crossed and her calves slightly raised, looking at him with a smile:

"The queen told me everything. It turns out that you are really a dark star... My man is actually an unknown powerhouse. All this is like a dream."

"Does this mean...you're willing to join us?"

Yale looked at the Valkyrie with an affectionate look, resisting the twisted feeling, and asked calmly.

"Of course, for the Queen, and for you..."

Sigurdo gently jumped off the table and took two steps back, with an intoxicating charm in his eyes, he unbuttoned the button on his chest with ease, twisted his waist and crotch slightly, and put on a posture that made people blush and heartbeat.

"But don't say anything now, time is precious, nothing is more important than the fusion of souls between you and me..."

"Are you sure? Now? Here!?"

The black-haired knight's scalp felt numb in an instant, and at the same time, he prepared himself mentally and kept telling himself that this was just a show.

"That's just fun, isn't it?"

The Valkyrie stretched her waist, took off her top, her two long legs crossed directly, sat on Yale's lap, brushed off the short hair on his forehead, and kissed all the way from the corner of his eyes to the side of his neck:

"I love you, Leo."

"All right."

Yale sighed inwardly, then wrapped his arms around her waist, stood up suddenly, and resignedly pressed Sigurdor on the low wooden table, and began to kiss her cheek lightly.

He is a man who pursues perfection. If he wants to do it, he must be perfect. It is absolutely impossible for a woman to be under the pressure!

During this process, the Valkyrie never opened her eyes, but merely giggled indulgently.

The black-haired knight undid the skirt awkwardly, and at the same time leaned in front of her chest, the white cotton bodice slightly protruded two grains, in addition to the fragrance, there was also the smell of the sun.

"love me Please."

Sigurd murmured like a dream, his delicate wheat-colored face was slightly flushed, his beautiful eyes were like a spring breeze, and his red lips were biting his teeth, showing a variety of beautiful and attractive amorous feelings.

"as you wish."

Yale lowered his head to seal her cherry lips, forced himself to forget everything, and went into battle mode completely.

...

The drums of war thundered, and the flags flew.

The knight galloped the rebellious wheat-colored horse, grabbed the golden mane, and the human body turned with the horse's body. After sitting firmly, he began to trot.

The so-called "jumping" can be expressed in one word, that is "wave", which rises and falls like a wave.

There are two ways to ride a jumbo - to beat the waves and to push the waves.

Although the rider's movements were a little unfamiliar, he was better than his physical strength. As the horse's back vibrated up and down, he bent down with the rhythm and did a sit-up action. She quickly mastered the rhythm of the fierce horse, and as her movements rose and fell, the rhythm became more and more stable.

The fierce horse was unbearable, and when it began to counterattack quickly, the knight began to suppress the waves, sat firmly on the spot, and cooperated with the riding to vibrate up and down with the horse's back, tightly clinging to the horse's body, and began to dominate her movements.

The fierce horse showed a little tiredness, and the knight chased after the victory, grabbed the mane and pulled the horse's head back. Under his swing, the whip was like a whip across the water, splashing a few crystal clear liquids.

Maise's fierce horse was hit hard, his body trembled, and he raised his head and let out a sharp scream, but his eyes were full of energy. This long hiss was clear and satisfying, but there was a faint vibrato mixed in it, showing the influence the rider exerted on her.

After neighing, Lie Ma seemed to be aware of the situation at the moment, dissatisfied with his increasingly passive situation, and began to fight back hard.

The beautiful fierce horse swayed its body from side to side, its mane was flying, and a layer of fine beads was condensed on the light wheat-colored fur.

Seeing this, the knight became more and more courageous. He clamped his legs under his crotch and threw his body forward. His strong arms embraced the main horse's body, and began to further suppress the waves and control her rhythm.

The battle continued uncontrollably, and the fierce horse struggled violently in the neighing, jumping forward and backward, swaying its body vigorously. The knight in the turbulence is still brave and mercilessly waving the long whip... His strong body tightly clamped the horse, and he swung the long whip with the ups and downs. The sound of the water was getting louder.

Facing the knight with long stamina and ruthless skills, the fierce horse, who was unwilling to give in, struggled more and more frantically, sweating profusely and neighing non-stop. In exchange, the whip was beaten even more harshly. The sweat quickly soaked the fur, the golden mane became sticky and slippery, and the muscles were trembling almost spasmodically.

Clap clap - clap clap -!

The rider mercilessly continued to beat the maize horse that refused to surrender. She gasped heavily while shuddering. The short-term calm did not mean surrender, but accumulated strength for the next round of counterattack.

Suddenly, the strong horse neighed, raised its front hooves high, and struggled to stand almost upright. The huge inertia was enough to throw any rider into the air.

But the opponent she encountered this time was obviously not an ordinary person. He clamped the horse's body, raised the whip for a while, and then pulled it out heavily. With a crisp whip sound, the fierce horse was humiliated and pressed back to the ground.

This time, the counterattack cost the horses a lot of physical strength, but the knight was like a never-tired machine, and began to further tame the fierce horse.

The whip whipped the plump and slender horse like a torrential rain, the beautiful wheat-colored horse, sweating like pulp, swayed frantically and futilely, but the movements of the rider on her back became more and more skilled.

I saw him standing across the horse in high spirits, controlling the rhythm of the horse's bumpy rhythm. Her resistance became weaker, and the force of the whipping became lighter.

Lie Ma was completely suppressed but there was no way to counter it. He could only resist in vain. Invisibly, his body gradually obeyed the opponent's rhythm due to his instinctive body to seek good and avoid harm.

Her hoofs were weak, her body trembled, and she couldn't hold it anymore, she raised her head and let out a desperate cry.

The knight on his back heard this scream, showing his calmness to secure victory. Instead of chasing after the victory at this time, he began to gently appease the horse, comb her mane, and gently pat the horse's buttocks.

The strong wheat-colored horse's breath gradually became soft, and gradually succumbed to the opponent's riding skills that were both soft and hard.

Walk, walk, run, walk...

The knight and the horse are closely linked, and every movement on both sides, every breath seems to be inductive to each other, and their movements become more and more coordinated. Strength and beauty, tension and rhythm, soothing and unrestrained, people compose music, horses walk and dance, and the rider gradually integrates with the horse.

The fierce horse showed a tame stance and let out a gentle breathing sound, but at this moment, the knight suddenly and arrogantly pressed down the horse's head and drove her to start the final round of sprint.

Tada-tap-tap-tap-!

The sound of the horse's hooves running wildly was mixed with water droplets from its mane flying and swaying, and the beautiful wheat-colored horse neighed loudly. The sound was no longer distress and unwillingness, but joy and excitement.

The knight accurately captured the limit of horsepower, seized the opportunity, roared in the passionate neigh of the fierce horse, and brought the increasingly skilled riding skills to the extreme.

The wheat-colored horse squandered its last physical strength, and her whole body began to tremble like never before. Her body froze suddenly during the long neigh, as if suppressing something, but her hooves stopped moving.

At this time, the rider gave the fierce horse the final blow. The horses and men collided tightly together. The picture seemed to be still for a moment. Only the water droplets provoked by the last blow slowly fell in the air, dripping dripping. fell on the wooden floor.

After a short period of tranquility, the Maiser horse, which received a fatal blow, suddenly made a piercing neigh...

At this moment, the horse seemed to have forgotten everything, and jumped in the back of the light. The small bedroom in the inner hall became the venue for her to run, and crystal drops of water were scattered. Her horsepower was finally exhausted in such a splurge, and soon, her body that was so soft as water was no longer supported, and she suddenly slumped to the ground, trembling slightly.

The beautiful horse that fell to the ground, its eyes widened, it made no sound, and its slender hooves kept cramping.

After the rider tamed the fierce horse, he felt as if he had lost something precious, and pressed on her in a daze. However, he soon woke up, got off the horse on one side, stroked the trembling body of the wheat-colored horse, and helped her soothe the aftertaste, but there was no tenderness in his eyes.

(Aw Stars sing: The man who sets the horse, you are mighty and majestic, the galloping horse is like a gust of wind...)

...

"Audin is on..."

Sigurdor lay on the floor with his eyes turned white. After a long time, he calmed down and let out a sigh of incomparable satisfaction. At this moment, her body seemed to have been fished out of water, her pale wheat-colored skin was hazy. A layer of crystal beads.

"Honey, you are amazing!"

The first thing the Valkyrie did when she put up her body was hugging the black-haired knight's body, rubbing against his rough temples with her face, as if she wanted to rub the man into her body, and said with a chuckle:

"As expected of the eighth dark star, it can actually make me so embarrassed."

"As long as you like it."

Yale allowed her to rub around, but his expression was lukewarm. The guilt of betraying love made him never get any happiness from conquering this woman.