Infinity from the giant

You can search for "Unlimited Search Novels from Giants (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!"Peerless warm guy" Hal slapped his thigh bitterly: "You know? I haven't dared to go home in the past few years. People come to marry, you can't help but deal with it, facing a group every day...

Damn, if it's really beautiful, I'll follow it, but... man, who is not from the Appearance Association?"

Ren was stunned. He really couldn't think that Kesha still had this kind of insight, and he always felt that it was not like her acting style.

Keisha: Aunt Helen taught well.

Hal sighed: "I didn't say hello last time when I met, so she won't toss me again, right? What a fate! Back then, why did you molest her with lard?"

Ren patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's gone, I believe she will not have trouble with you again."

Sleep...cough, it shouldn't be difficult to convince Kesha not to trouble Hal.

Hal glanced at Renne suspiciously. Of course he couldn't think that the other party had already succeeded so soon.

"Forget it, let's not talk about the disappointment, there is no crimson moon, and Shaohua can also be just a moment, come, cheers!"

Hal was also free and easy, greeted loudly, the three of them had a few drinks and talked and laughed.

However, the world is peaceful here, and the situation in the Kingdom of Casevia in the south of Faroland is very tense. The Demons and the Church of Light are constantly sending help there, and the war is about to start!

Gusman’s home in the north of Bushen City, Belfort District.

In the beautiful back garden, with long silver hair, the handsome and handsome Alves is sitting on the stone bench in the garden, holding the knight novel in his hand and reading:

"Ah, the future!

I am coming to you from the narration of the past, from the present when my hands are shaking with excitement!

I stepped on your saddle,

What new flag will you raise on the flagpole of the tower that has not yet been built to welcome me?

How will you ignite the looting smoke in the castles and gardens I loved in the past?

How many golden years have you arranged,

You are hard to control,

You forecast treasures that must be acquired at a high price,

You are the kingdom I want to conquer,

future!"

The voice is full of magnetism and full of emotion. It can be seen that this is a literary youth.

"Master Alves, I'm sorry to disturb you Yaxing. There is a message from Duke Brian who has gone to Cassevia.

He has found Prince Miró, in the small town of Olatan, north of Casevia.

However, the shepherds of the church also found their tracks, and a large number of paladins and priests are ready to encircle them."

The tone paused, and the Marquis Gary Guzman of the Dark Underworld clan continued: "Prince Miro has not healed from his injuries, 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 groaned for a while, and then shook his head: "The Black Wings and the Soulfire Clan have been friends for generations. It is expected that Brian will help, but we are dark. The relationship between the Clan and the Black Wing Clan is not friendly.

Besides, a cultural salon will be held in a few days, and I have no time to go to Casevia."

Standing tall, wearing a washed snow-white shirt and white vest, the Marquis Gary, wearing a black bow tie, flashed helplessly in his eyes: "But, Lord Alves, this time is different, we should also be united.

If you don't help, Prince Milo may be dissatisfied."

With a gentle smile, Alves' voice was calm: "Dissatisfied, dissatisfied, I can't beat Gonzalez anyway."

Wearing a tuxedo and combing his hair neatly, Marquis Gary hesitated: "My lord, if you use the original darkness, you may not be able to fight."

The original dark, the famous spear owned by the Dark Ming clan of the demon's famous door, is currently in Alves's hands.

This gun is very powerful, and is eligible to run for the title of the strongest famous gun. It was given to him by the dark monarch of the dark clan.

Alves' talent is extremely high, and the demonic descendant grows strength slower than humans, but he was promoted to the Grand Duke when he was 75 years old.

Analogous to human beings, they became saints at the age of about twenty-three or four, which is quite amazing.

You know, Keisha is 28 years old, Hal is 35 years old, and Rafael is 32 years old. They are all Tier 4 peaks.

Although it is not that the younger the higher the rank, the more powerful it will be, but it is enough to show Alves' talent.

Among human beings, everyone can be promoted to the sanctuary at the age of 40, and all are amazing and brilliant.

By the stone table, a black whirlpool appeared on the back of Alves' right hand, and layers of invisible ripples spread like water waves.

The vision around him was a little dim suddenly, like an abyss, as if the light had been swallowed, he hesitated, and after a while, the vortex disappeared and everything returned to normal.Start www.xiashou8.com

He picked up the knight novel again: "I don't like fighting with people, I like art."

The Marquis of Gary sighed when he saw it, bowed and turned to leave. He knew that Alves had a very special background and he was a 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.

Alves refused to help, but the Scarlet Grand Duke of the Nokman Empire pondered for a while, but set off.

The Scarlet Duke is a female blood family named Trena Nicole. It is said that she was once the maid of the Dark Lord-the Bloody Queen.

The southwest border of the Norkman Empire is a hilly area, with rolling mountains, lush trees, and winding streams flowing from the forest to the small town at the foot of the mountain.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, drizzle, and the humid air mixed with the smell of wild flowers and grass.

It is night, deserted, without moon, and the sound of rain is pattering.

The blue-gray earth-stone brick buildings have gradually been eroded under the rain washed over the years.

Through the secluded streets, there is the slender figure of Scarlet Duke Trena.

The pure black leather cloak, the long hem, drifts in the wind, the faintly visible figure, the unevenness, the curvaceous writing.

A gentle breathing aroused Trena's vigilance, she turned her head suddenly, an astonishing aura rushed toward her face!

Behind her, a graceful woman in a blue and white dress seemed to be frightened and stopped.

Fear, nervousness, stinging colder than the weather, this is how she feels to ordinary people.

Delicate face, red-brown hair, attractive red lips, wearing a black tight leather jacket.

Turning her head and walking step by step, Trena swayed coldly like a pure black rose, with a beautiful posture.

It is not a seductive step like a model, the stride is slightly larger, and a pair of long legs alternately carries a firm rhythm, showing infinite charm.

The advantage of the blood race is that it does not need strong enough muscles to have enough strength.

And this kind of power, coupled with these long, white and elastic legs, if it were on the bed, what kind of situation would it look like is worth pondering.

Wearing a dress and holding a greased paper umbrella, Catherine's mother, Helen Wiggis Blois, pondered this question.

Her voice is very clear and moving: "Is this the charm of high-ranking female blood?

This is the transcendence of beauty, the sublimation of temperament, and the cohesion of spirit.

A high-ranking blood race, a long life of more than a thousand years, eternal youth, aristocratic education deep in the bones, and countless killings.

I somewhat understand why the female demons can induce so many heroes to fall.

This is a unique advantage. The more critical you are and the stronger the aesthetic ability, the more you can experience this dangerous, gorgeous, dead, noble and glamorous beauty."

There was no jealousy in the voice, but full of admiration, and the duchess said with emotion, as if a boy met the goddess in his dream and couldn't help but praise loudly.

Bohemian, with a gentle temperament like water, a good appearance, good skin, as if it can be broken by a bomb, a graceful figure, and a beauty according to human aesthetic standards.

These thoughts flashed in her mind. Of course, Trena knew that the other party was not an ordinary person. She only noticed the other party when she was about 20 meters behind her.

This is incredible. Even if she doesn't expand her domain, she can detect any larger creature within 100 meters of her due to the blood sensitivity of her Archduke-level blood clan.

"who are you?"

Trina's voice was silky, but colder than the rain falling on the black clothes.

Helen turned the oil-paper umbrella, her face was pitiful, but her voice was very soft: "A young woman lost in the rain alley, this noble and beautiful lady, can you accompany me here waiting for the dawn?

A weak woman was lonely on such a cold night."

Terena's scarlet pupils stood up, like a beautiful snake, and a cold and dangerous feeling rushed toward her face: "You want to stop me?"

Helen stepped back and caressed Liu Hai: "Why do women bother women.

If the men want to be heroes and show prestige, let them go, and ladies join in the fun.

Just watch it from the sidelines, and after a big deal, listen to them bragging about something to satisfy their vanity.

Look at the men who have left their name in history, who are not behind a bunch of confidantes? Even so, they can still get countless praises. If there are a bunch of men behind our women, it would be nice not to be called slut.

This kind of game of war and conquest has been played for thousands of years, and most women can only serve as a foil to set off the stalwart and heroic qualities of the gang of pig hooves.

Madam, why bother with this kind of thing?"

Terena raised her eyebrows slightly, seemingly amused: "Oh, what do you say?"

Helen smiled lightly, took out a pink camera, and said softly:

"Madam, you are so beautiful, why not dedicate yourself to art?"