My Heroic Life

My Heroic Life Chapter 212

Joan looked at Roland, who was holding his heart and looked a little unsightly, thinking that his actions had hurt his self-esteem. The girl hurriedly explained, and then lowered her head shyly:

"However, when Malda is away, we can still..."

The girl blushed and lightly grabbed a corner of the youth's clothes, while Roland's brain was a little down.

What can we do?Can steal a wave?

Although I know that what Joan did not say with a blushing face is cuddling at best, Roland still can't stand his heart. Good deed, this is under one roof. How long can this be kept under one roof?Seven days?

He hurriedly opened the topic, bent down and picked up the suitcase on the ground and ran into the room. Jeanne didn't care when he saw this. The girl was not an impatient person. After all, this hug was more than ten days of lovesickness. the result of.

Roland moved back to the reception room after moving the box, wanting to drink some water to calm down, but as soon as he walked into the room, the door of the reception room was closed with a bang, and another familiar body was attached to his back. Hugged him behind.

Marda put her face on his shoulder, and said guiltily: "Lan, there is one thing I want to tell you."

"..."

How do you feel that this sentence is inexplicable.

"Our matter, I think we should wait. Although I liked the life before, I can't do it because of repelling Joan. When we are together, we should exercise restraint. Of course, like now when we are two people It doesn't matter."

"..."

The blue-haired girl spoke, rubbing the young man’s face as if compensating, the breath of the breath filled her ears, but Roland hadn’t waited to recover from the impact, and there was a door pushing behind her. .

At the moment when the door opened, Malda swiftly flashed into the tea-making room on the side. Joan who walked in only saw the young man standing by the door holding his chest.

"Lan, what's the matter? You look bad?"

The blond girl looked at Roland who was standing in front of the door and asked with some worry, and got a tired answer from the man.

"My heart hurts."

Chapter 78: Holding Hands, Green Friends

In the early morning lighting room, Roland drank tea and watched the news as always, sitting on either side were Joan of Arc and Marda who were just in time for the weekend vacation.

"Britain seems not to be peaceful these days."

Malda said this as she read the news from this morning, and Roland listened to her and suddenly remembered the news about Britain that she had seen a while ago.

"You said that, I suddenly remembered that a while ago, King Arthur of Britain seemed to be sternly protesting about the infiltration of the Gospel Council by spies, and seemed to have taken countermeasures."

"It's not just protesting." Joan took over the topic with a wry smile: "When I was in the Iberian Peninsula, there was actually an episode. I was afraid that Lan was worried so I didn't tell you."

"In fact, the spies of the Gospel Council used to cross the sea to flee to our side, but halfway through the escape, they were captured by the Knights of the Round Table in Britain."

"There is such a thing? Which knight of the round table did it?"

Roland was amazed by this incident. The Knights of the Round Table personally sent out to catch the spy. He didn't know what the gospel council was doing this time, which actually angered King Arthur to this point.

"It was the Lancelot knight who was arrested, and it was not so much an arrest as a chase. They didn't seem to mean to keep alive. The Lancelot knight even released the treasure, and in the end there were only two survivors personal."

"Hey? That's it."

Roland was drinking tea while wondering in his heart, what was it that made that King Arthur so angry?The first knight Lancelot chased him for thousands of miles. This is by no means a trivial matter. Could it be that the Gospel Council smashed the tables of the Knights of the Round Table?

"Even neighboring countries are not at peace. It's really troublesome."

Roland said this with pity and compassion, and Marda nodded when she heard the words.

"I heard from Joan of Arc about your experiences, the curse of aging, it's really vicious."

Malda looked at Jeanne across the table with a little distress, and couldn't imagine how she felt at the time, but when she saw this, Jeanne blushed slightly, and her head lowered remembered the scene of her embracing Roland when she was old.

In fact, because of the shyness of the girl, Joan did not tell the specific situation at the time. Most of her description focused on the danger of battle and the viciousness of the curse, but did not elaborate on how to lift the curse after the battle.

Marda thought that the curse was automatically lifted after the enemy died, so she didn't ask much. She drank the tea but didn't see Jeanne on the opposite side taking a peek at the man beside her.

Roland's eyes touched Joan's tender and honeyed eyes, and he immediately felt a ill feeling, and his body shuddered.

So, why is this look inexplicably familiar?what's the situation?Little ancestor, what are you doing?I told you this is in front of Marda!

The tea in the teacup shook, and Roland's body trembled slightly. He already felt a hand under the table touching his knee, and his fingers dart across it, as if he was about to bring the master's response.

Itchy, both physically and psychologically.

He turned his head and glanced at Joan, and found that the Lady Saint was drinking tea pretending to be nonchalant, but her fingertips were not idle at all, and she kept tapping on Roland's lap.

To hold hands.

The Saintess who had suppressed her feelings was a little bit more willful, and wanted to make some small moves, but the girl didn't know that she was pumping up Roland's heartbeat.

After all, a girl who knows nothing can enjoy the pleasure of stealing, but a man in a dilemma has to bear the fear of being caught and raped, is it excited?There are, but how can life matter?

Roland ignored the hands on his knees, and tremblingly turned his head to the right to look at Malda, who gave him a look of approval.

"You have protected Joan well, well done."

"I'm here for you. Can I not work hard? I should."

Roland said this with a guilty conscience. There was an illusion that he was cheating in front of his wife. He was forcing his calmness when he suddenly heard Jeanne's question next to him:

"By the way, Sister Malda, has there been anything that happened more than a week after Roland came back?"

""!""

Joan’s casual question caused the two people at the table to stiffen at the same time. Malda glanced at Roland, who was speechless, and hesitated for a moment.

"Also, fortunately, nothing special happened to us for more than a week. It's just a little lonely waiting for you to come back."

Roland glanced at Malda unexpectedly. She didn't expect that she would hide the side effects, but thinking of the way to remove the side effects, the man wisely chose not to speak.

Good job. If it is not limited by the conditions, Roland would want to stand up and applaud. Unfortunately, his fortune did not last for a few seconds. The blue-haired girl remembered the embrace of life and death at that time, and gave him a deep look. .

Roland was stunned for a moment like a dumb goose, how could his eyes be so familiar?

The next second, his body trembled, only to feel an extra hand on his right knee.

He turned his head to look like the owner of this hand. He had to say that Malda, who often deceives others with the mask of a saint, is more proficient in stealing than Joan of Arc, and Malda has a complexion compared to the reddish blonde girl. As usual, it's just that the affection and love in the eyes are as strong as insoluble chocolate.

Yesterday, I didn't make intimacy all day, so if I let Roland misunderstand him, it would be no good.

Thinking of this, Malda stretched out her hand to stroke the man, her profile with blue tear-like earrings was beautiful and moving, she glanced at the man with amorous feelings, and she might not even be able to resist even the saint's eyes.

At least Roland, the false saint, could not resist.

However, although it was itchy in his heart, Roland could only ignore this hand. This was in front of Joan!By the way, do you like my knees so much?Is there gold on it?

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