In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

Luo Sen's head is as big as a bucket, and the bear boy will not eat soft and hard, far from being deceived by sweet words, but he can't really touch it, how is this different from the ghost father?

In a hurry, he poured a large cup of oolong tea directly into Mordred's mouth, and finally eliminated all doubts. After the bear child surpassed the critical point, he looked like a robot without energy supply, his eyes straightened, and his tongue grew bigger.

"Hahahaha, you didn't want me to drink it back then, but now you drink it instead, Rosen, you bastard who doesn't agree with you!"

"Yes, yes, I'm an asshole." Rosen was not as knowledgeable as her, and held Mordred in his arms with gentle eyes, stroking her blond hair, and muttered to himself to put a flag on himself first, "wait for everything After it's over, just find a small place to live in seclusion, and the world will control him to death."

There is no energy fluctuation, as if it is just a father, if Iskandar sees it, his brain will probably crash.Beating Sombra violently, a strong man who could determine the future of Uruk with a single sentence, would show such a 'weak' attitude.

However, from the bottom of his heart, Rosen didn't care at all. After waiting for a long time, he didn't get a response. When he lowered his head, he found that the bear boy was already snoring.

The long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the small face dyed red was full of calm, as if he was having a dream that he would never want to wake up from.

"The wine is good, so I didn't cause any trouble." Rosen helped her bangs on her forehead, then lowered her waist and hugged the brat.

Look at the messy bar, throwing a stack of pounds on the table, and just strode away.

After drinking for several hours, it was already night outside, the police lights on Bodhi Tree Avenue were flickering, and a large number of onlookers outside the cordon were stretching their heads.Seeing someone coming out with a girl in their arms, they all showed disdain.

Where did the wretched criminal need to make such a big move?After a while, they saw the commanding knight striding forward, and hurriedly distanced themselves from the crowd.

The blond knight in chain mail had a tense face, and his body exuded heroic energy fluctuations. Seeing Rosen standing at the door, he gave a knight's salute and said coldly: "Your Excellency, you have violated the laws of the German Republic. "Heroic Spirits Entry Inspection Regulations", the following..."

"Unknown?" Before he could introduce himself, Rosen interrupted and glanced up and down, "Do you not watch TV, or do you think I am mentally retarded?"

His words made the knight's face ten times ugly, and he replied stiffly: "The real identity is not important, but you must be punished if you break the law, even the king!"

The words of righteousness immediately aroused applause. The fall of Frederick was a devastating blow to the confidence of the people. They were eager to take a heroic spirit.

All kinds of muzzles were immediately raised, but Rosen rolled his eyes, hugged Mordred even tighter, and whispered a word:

"roll!"

boom--

After the words fell, he was answered by the sound of kneeling. The army knelt, and thousands of onlookers lay on the ground directly. The blond knight's face was twisted until his veins burst out, and his knee smashed a shallow hole in the ground.

The mouth wanted to roar, but the instinctive fear made him unable to make a sound.

"My head hurts, what's wrong?"

Mordred, who was the closest, didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, and just asked in a daze.

"It's okay, go on to sleep." Rosen looked at the unyielding and angry face, and passed by after ignoring it.

"Tell Bismarck that if you want to trouble me, you can change the time and give another reason. I am in a good mood today, so I won't kill so much."

After all, he strode away without waiting for the knight's answer, leaving only thousands of kneeling sculptures behind him. For Rosen, who had faced the gods, this was not a trouble at all.

Because of dust, there is no way to threaten humans.

PS: Please count your votes, I know I am very frustrated. . . .

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The sunlight came in from the window and shone on the face of the sleepy bear. Her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and her green eyes slowly opened.The sunlight narrowed those pupils slightly, and the eyes were filled with bewilderment.

Mordred only felt that his head was as big as a bucket, trying to recall the fragmented memories, and always felt that he had done something extraordinary last night.

"Hey, headache..."

I always felt that the quilt next to me was a bit hard, and the bear child turned over, and his thoughts immediately froze.

I saw Rosen sleeping next to her, leaning on his side, staring at her with wide-open eyes, not hallucinations, not fantasies, because the warm breath was spraying on his face.

"Are you awake?" Rosen asked.

boom!

The bed immediately fell apart, and Mordred jumped up with all his strength and knocked a hole in the ceiling, then landed on the far window sill with a cry of pain, on all fours, like a furry orange cat.

"you you you you......"

"What's wrong with me?" Rosen stood up slowly, and slowly buttoned his shirt, "Aren't you going to check?"

"Tch, I've slept with you so many times, what else can I check."

"Then why are you so surprised?"

Mordred's face was reddish, she couldn't say that after being taught by some love | action | movies, she already knew that sleeping with adult men is dangerous.

"Yes, I want you to control! I am a warrior's nerve reflex!"

As soon as I opened my eyes and saw someone sleeping next to me, I immediately entered a fighting state... Shit!

Rosen didn't pierce, walked over and raised his hand.

"What are you doing!?" Mordred flinched back, his hand on his shoulder.

"Go wash up, I'll wait for you outside the door, by the way, I'm not working today, so relax with me for a day."

Rosen seemed to be praying, leaving the dazed child behind and walked to the door. As the door slammed shut, he heard cheers faintly.

He smiled, lit a cigarette and waited at the door, his extremely high EQ would not mention those words of Mordred when he was drunk, some things were left unspoken.

Speaking of which, the blond, childhood sweetheart, tsundere, and carefree Mordred is really wonderful, integrating all the skills of a golden retriever. Luckily, Rosen is not the protagonist of a romance comic. It seems...

The big sword is much more powerful than the hatchet.