Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Although he was not very impressed by the Loras knight, he only had some vague memories. For example, when the Oriental World Championship went to Spain to watch the fighting competition, the Loras Knight fought four Hercules alone. As a result, at the moment when the whistle remembered at the beginning of the competition, within 10 seconds, all four Hercules fell into a pool of blood, Their bodies were pierced by a spear

It can be seen that the knight of Loras is full of power.

"I trained for 7 days. At the beginning, I used it as a backup. I also selected 5 knights and 5 Hercules from the fighting team, but after the final fight, I selected lolas knights and two other Hercules as substitutes. They are very strong."

"Yes."

Ma Zai and Dongfang Shijin kept reporting.

The chin of the Oriental world brocade is cold and firm.

The waiter in the navy blue uniform in front opened the heavy carved stone gate for them. The arched stone gate is carved with sleeping Satan

"Wow -"

The stone gate rotates and makes a heavy sound.

The hall designed by Byzantium has a circular edge and is surrounded by stone arched railings on both sides.

Just because of the color, Byzantine Ivory was replaced by cyan gray.

This color is depressing.

In particular, the two sides are inlaid with semi floor large windows, and the light of street lamps poured in.

In the hall, a long stone table, 12 meters long, with all four feet carved, the virgin standing on her back, or the angel in chains, set off the nameless darkness.

The stone table is full of plates, roast chicken, roast sheep, beef and everything

On the throne, a man with a larger figure than ordinary people sat impressively, especially when he was wearing a silver gray armor.

His knight's helmet was set aside.

In his hand, the leg of a roast chicken was gnawing, and his flaxen curly hair fell from both sides of his cheek. He heard the sound of the stone door opening and saw the man standing there. He just looked at it coldly, with the pride and contempt of the knight in his eyes——

Obviously, Lin doesn't pay attention to anyone.

Dongfang Shijin saw this scene without much psychological fluctuation. He walked straight over and stood beside Turin.

"Knight Turin, I think you're sitting in the wrong place." the horse said politely.

He spoke bluntly.

The surrounding air is so quiet that you can even see the dust particles floating slightly under the light.

Only the sound of people chewing.

"So what?"

Turin sneered coldly, holding a roast chicken leg in one hand, and despised the Oriental world brocade and the horse.

"Dongfang family always pays attention to the dignity of identity. Now you have violated..."

"My master is Charles, not the... Young master standing in front of me now," Turin raised his head, with a firm and cruel face, especially a faint scar under his eyes, which looked very ferocious.

“……”

The horse's face changed slightly.

"It doesn't matter," Dongfang Shijin stretched out his hand and invisibly stopped the horse who was about to touch the gun.

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