I, the Prince of Qin

　　is her!It's that woman!

　　Ainz turned his head and saw that the blond woman who had planted an unknown weakness in Karn Village walked out silently.

　　It was about to rush up immediately, but suddenly changed his mind, he is now an adventurer Feifei, and he should not know that woman.

　　Don't be reckless, you have to see the situation clearly, after all, there is a guy who doesn't know the details!

　　Kankan stopped his impulse, and Ainz looked back at Mozhe, trying to see something from his expression.

　　At this moment, the blond woman snapped her fingers, and a strong white light enveloped all sides, and a rune that Ainz could not understand appeared on the ground.

　　In another blink of an eye, Ainz realized that he had returned to the outside of the cemetery.

　　Mo Zhe was not surprised by the appearance of Sima Yi. The initial plan was to investigate the blood butterflies in the cemetery together, but one was in the light and the other was in the dark.

　　Sima Yi sent off the irrelevant people, smiled lightly, elegant but not exaggerated, and shook the bottle in his hand.

　　The glass bottle is covered with spells, and it is painted with dense formations. A blood butterfly flaps its wings inside, like a moth that accidentally drilled into the lamp.

　　"His Royal Highness, I succeeded, how would you reward me?" She invited the reward, twisting her waist, her sensuality and her beautiful temperament blended seamlessly.

　　"There are still so many undead, and there will be a catastrophe if you leave it alone." Mo Zhe said.

　　Sima Yi came over, stood on tiptoe, tapped the corner of Mo Zhe's mouth, took Mo Zhe's hand, and wrapped it around his waist.

　　"His Royal Highness, battle, and battle, are you interested in doing it together?"

Chapter 119 Chapter Eighteen

　　The last time I was in the woods, I was seduced by this girl and played with the sky and the sun, and Mo Zhe still thinks it is absurd.

　　No, this discipline is like water in a bamboo tube, if you sprinkle it a little less, and you will never get it back.

　　Mo Zhe felt that he could no longer come with Sima Yi.

　　Sima Yi saw that Mo Zhe did not respond, nor was he annoyed. He looked at the undead around him. With a raised hand, several spells flew out, occupying the four directions in the south, east, north, and west, and the rays of light responded.

　　In an instant, the thunder was like a weave, and the Tianhe poured down on the heads of countless undead. Only a mess of roars and screams were heard. Whether it was a huge bone dragon flying in the air, or a terrifying giant insect buried deep in the ground, all were electrocuted. Washed away, or shattered, or charred.

　　As soon as the electric shock comes out, the curative effect is remarkable!

　　Sima Yi's pretty face shone in the electric light. He approached Mo Zhe gently again, and his lips moved slightly: "Your Highness, I didn't wear fat."

　　The electric current just now brought a gust of wind, which lifted most of her skirt up.

　　The slender, round, youthful legs were wrapped in black stockings.

　　Sima Yi is not tall, but has a well-proportioned body, slender legs, slender but not thin, full of youthful vitality, and just the right sense of fullness, which makes people want to try elasticity.

　　The black stockings only covered half of the thigh, and further up, the skin was white and tender, like freshly ground white tofu, exuding a soft luster, shaking slightly, and shaking slightly.

　　Going up again...the skirt is covered, the wind is not strong enough, tsk!

　　Sima Yi posted it again.

　　Arms from bottom to top, hooking neck, lips near the collarbone, legs rubbing, like a small animal begging for food.

　　At this time, the electric light has dissipated, and the light of the spell in four directions dissipated and quietly landed.Sima Yi didn't care at all, and the undead gathered around again.

　　In this cemetery, at least thousands of high-level undead have been generated. To remove them all, Mo Zhe wanted to call the army directly.

　　But with the virtue of the girl on her body, why did you call a group of Daqin cavalry to do it?Field guns?

　　To push her away, to be honest, it's a bit reluctant.

　　The aroma that rushed into the nose brought the girl's body temperature, and the feeling on her body was even softer, scratching her.

　　Sima Yi, I really didn't expect you to be such a Sima Yi!

　　A death knight swooped over riding a hell horse, Sima Yi flicked his fingers, and a wall of fire rose up.

　　The fingers of the death knight were wiped out by the snap of his fingers, but he took Mo Zhe's hand into the depths of his jacket.

　　Clouds are as deep as fog, ethereal and uncontrollable.

　　Surrounded by roaring undead, breathing the Yin Qi of death, they want to kill the two living people in the middle.

　　But these monsters with no brains and only killing instincts, want to break their bones, and can't think of what the two living people who are about to be swallowed up by a great and equal death are doing shit.

　　The death knight didn't understand any style at all, he slashed with a sword, and Mo Zhe, holding his hands full of smoothness, gave way to the side, and avoided it.

　　Unconsciously, the girl in her arms made a "squeak".

　　Mo Zhe was speechless: "What are you talking about, you are trying to make a fool of yourself! Today, if you don't clean up all the undead, don't think I'll let you go!"

　　Mo Zhe doesn't intend to let go anymore. Anyway, it's all skeletons. You are not afraid of being seen as a girl. What are my uncles afraid of?

　　But what you do yourself, clean up by yourself.

　　See you are still crazy all day long!

　　Mo Zhe squeezed hard.

　　Sima Yi flushed his face and threw out a talisman while trembling, bursting with flames, but because he lacked strength in his hands and his head was not enough, he missed the death knight.

　　This time, not only the previous death knights, but also many undead surrounded them.

　　"Aren't you very fierce just now? You said it beautifully, but it turned out to be so dead? You haven't worked hard!" Mo Zhe didn't care about the undead at all, he just kept squeezing Sima Yi.

　　The master kneads the dough, first tap it firmly, and then knead it vigorously, paying attention to a uniform force, with slack and slack, and be sure to knead all parts of the dough carefully.

　　There are also various techniques, such as gathering, smoothing, and picking.There are five fingers rubbing and pinching, the soles of the palms stroking, and the hands are brought together and hugged together.

　　During this period, there are university questions, which seem to be ordinary, but the effect of kneading is different.

　　Two words, muscle!

　　During this period of time, Mo Zhe's technology has advanced by leaps and bounds under the deliberate study.

　　"—~!!" Sima Yi shuddered and bent down weakly, but the undead attacked again, and there were too many, so he had to find a way to deal with it.

　　While enduring the numbness and itching on his body, he threw out a spell and cast immortal magic while trembling.

　　Lightning and fire meet, frost and wind meet.Daqin's immortal arts have already reached a very high level, and Sima Yi is the best among them.

　　A huge thunderbolt blew up on people's graves, only splashing a large cloud of black smoke and mud.The vortex of flames almost burned his dress.

　　But the power is carried, and a random explosion can blow up a group of undead.

　　"What's so lazy! Didn't you say you wanted to help me? That's how you help!?" Mo Zhe didn't have this kind of sexual interest, but he was brought to the rhythm by Sima Yi.

　　But after all, he hasn't lost his mind yet. In front of a crowd of zombies, he let his descendants fly, and only put his hands up and down. After a while, Sima Yi's hair was wet with sweat and his eyes were misty.

　　But because the task is at hand, even if there are thousands of reasons, it should not be slack. One can only grit his teeth while condensing the few remaining wills, and kill the incoming undead one by one.

　　The gloomy cemetery, the corpses covered in carrion, the pale galloping skeleton, the swaying ghost fires, and the damp graves.

　　This picture is really weird, but being rushed by the shy girl in her arms, how can it feel so... romantic?

　　Can a strange flower also become a romance?

　　"Don't worry, Your Highness... I will... work well..." Sima Yi blushed and shook his head, but he still tried his best to breathe out a breath of hot air, looked at Mo Zhe with wet eyes, and said respectfully.

　　Mo Zhe looked at this girl who was keen on killing and doing things, and strangely, there was a sense of compassion.

　　Of course, it was only for a moment. After all, there were corpses of skeletons and carcasses all around. With a roar from a mouth full of bugs, what kind of love and pity, Quan Tuoma flew to the cemetery.

　　"Boom-!" "Boom-!!"

　　Fire and thunder echoed through the sky from time to time. Outside the cemetery, Ainz contacted the guardians of Nazarick.

　　On the other side, Lin Shi and the adventurer watched nervously at the fire in the direction of the cemetery in a safe place.

　　"Xiao Zhe, you must be safe..." Lin Shi put her hand on her chest. She didn't believe in God, but she couldn't help feeling worried.

　　You must be surrounded by countless enemies, fighting desperately, I really want to be by your side... If, if you can come back safely, this time... I...

　　I must...

　　Lin Shi looked at the night sky expectantly, the night was beautiful.

　　The night, in every sense, was a long one.

Chapter 120 Chapter Nineteen

　　In the Kingdom of Li Yestijie, the golden princess Lana Tiere Charlton Ryle Vasef, blinked, listening to the report of the maid.

　　A few days have passed since the death spiral event in Ye Lantil.

　　According to inside information, the scale of this incident and the number of high-level undead are far greater than before, and even more dangerous than the undead natural disaster that has destroyed a country in the past.

　　It can be said that if there is no miracle, it is basically a real subjugation of the country.

　　But a miracle happened.

　　So many high-level undead were swept away overnight before they had time to leave the cemetery.

　　Even if he concentrated the strength of the entire country, or even asked for help from the Silian Church, and received full support, the catastrophe that had to pay at least half the price of the country was silently subsided.

　　Many people doubt the truth of the matter, and some people even say that the local adventurers have fallen into the illusion, and it is understandable to see the illusion.

　　After all, if things are true, someone can destroy so many high-level undead overnight, and a simple conversion can easily conquer the kingdom.

　　Lana listened to the report, smiled slightly, and quietly waited for the maid to finish her report and sent her away.

　　This noble spy is about to get tired of playing.

　　Lana pulled back her blond hair.

　　The girl who is known as the "Golden Princess" with her beauty and wisdom that is famous at home and abroad, looked at the blue sky outside the window.

　　It's time for the next guest.

　　She got up gracefully and cutely, patted the folds of her skirt on her butt, and walked to the window.

　　It was obviously daytime, but the reflection in the window was full of black air. Inside, a man who looked like a demon greeted her.

　　Demiurge.Lana knows the name of this demon, and this is the only information currently known.

　　But it does not prevent the two from talking or even trading.