This is My Heroic Path

The cold wind blew wildly across the promenade, and in the sky, lightning made a trail, which was fleeting, and dense rainwater hit the ground.

An Zhiyu tightened his collar, walked quickly across the corridor, and walked into the front of the room.

Today's full day made him very tired. I don't know if it's because of the good physical fitness of people who exercise regularly, or because of Master's personal reasons, An Zhiyu couldn't stand it all night.

It's okay now, An Zhiyu is still young, and has the blessing of the body of a white dragon, but if they are together, they will be like this every day... No one can stand it.

An Zhiyu opened the door, and the gauze curtain kept rising in the wind, and the cold wind blew into the room through the gap in the window, making a devilish whistling, which was heard clearly in the darkness.

Strange, did I not close the windows during the day?

There was a trace of doubt in An Zhiyu's eyes, he stepped forward and closed the window, the floor was already wet by the rain.

"Let's clean it up tomorrow..."

An Zhiyu was already tired enough tonight, he really didn't have the energy to clean up the floor now, he changed his clothes and climbed into bed.

The sleepiness of the whole day hit in an instant, An Zhiyu closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, but at this moment, he felt someone gently tugging at the corner of his clothes.

Ok? !

An Zhiyu suddenly woke up, and threw off the quilt abruptly.

Guinevere, who was wearing a nightgown, was lying on her side under the quilt. Because she was curled up together, her legs under the nightgown exposed a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

She raised her eyes to look at An Zhiyu, and suddenly reached out to hug his arm, and her sizable breasts naturally pressed up.

"Arthur, help me..." Her voice was very small, as if she was sobbing, and her body was trembling slightly.

It was only then that An Zhiyu realized that she seemed to be afraid of something, her whole body was shaking, and the gentleness of the past had long since disappeared.

Chapter 188 Super Hardcore Night Attack

There was the sound of rainwater splashing on the window sill, An Zhiyu turned on the light, the warm light enveloped the room, and Guinevere's appearance appeared in front of his eyes.

Wearing a black nightgown, the gentle smile of the past has long since disappeared, and there seems to be fear in those moist eyes, and her fragrant shoulders are trembling slightly.

This lovely and pitiful appearance made An Zhiyu feel a desire to protect her. He patted her on the shoulder and said softly, "It's okay, I'm here."

"Arthur..." Guinevere rested her forehead on Anzhiyu's chest, tightly clutching his arm with trembling hands.

Feeling the girl's tenderness, An Zhiyu patted Guinevere's back lightly, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

Guinevere, who has always been gentle, would run into a man's room at night. An Zhiyu couldn't imagine what kind of difficulties she had encountered.

As An Zhiyu's shoulders were placed on Guinevere's shoulders, the girl's slightly trembling body due to fear gradually calmed down, but the trembling was still mixed in her voice: "There is a ghost in my room..."

An Zhiyu was stunned.

"ghost?"

He knew that there was indeed such an existence in this world, but it was different from the ghosts he knew. Before that, because Vortigern was imprisoned, he had also awakened the sleeping ghosts with his roar, but not long after that, Those ghosts fell into a deep sleep again, and it didn't take much to know that Morgan must have dealt with it.

After all, she is the goddess of death, so dealing with mere ghosts is naturally a no-brainer.

Rather, those ghosts saw her, probably like a mouse saw a cat.

And now that Morgan lives in the palace, it stands to reason that there should be ghosts in order to avoid them, so how could there be ghosts coming to the palace to make trouble?

An Zhiyu's eyes fell on Guinevere's face. There was genuine fear in that exquisite face that was as beautiful as a country and a city. It seemed that because of fear, the thin shoulder straps slipped off, revealing Even the snow-white skin has never been noticed.

An Zhiyu put the quilt on Guinevere's body, covering up that alluring carcass.

He sat up from the bed and stared at the girl, "Can you tell me exactly what happened now?"

"What does the ghost in the room look like?"

Guinevere didn't speak, but her eyes flickered slightly, and crystal tears swirled in her eye sockets. The fear in her beautiful eyes made people feel a little distressed.

After a while, she shook her head gently and bit her lip, "I don't know what it looks like."

"Didn't you see its face?" An Zhiyu asked suspiciously.

"I can't see clearly...I don't know." Guinevere just shook her head, her hands tightly wrapped around An Zhiyu's waist, and her graceful body was completely pressed against her.

"Arthur, I don't want to go back...I want to be here, can I?" She raised her head at the end, with tears still on her face, which made her heart throbbing.

An Zhiyu had no choice but to nod slightly, "Go to sleep first, and tell me when you calm down tomorrow morning, I will protect your safety."

Guinevere looked up at the young boy under the light. He was obviously not as old as her, but the words he said made people feel at ease. Maybe this is King Arthur...

She gave a soft "hmm", grabbed the corner of An Zhiyu's clothes, pressed her perfect profile against his arm, and slowly closed her eyes.

After a while, Guinevere's even breathing sounded slightly in the room.

"What's going on here?" An Zhiyu's full of doubts were not answered, and she looked at Guinevere who had fallen asleep while gently clutching the corner of his clothes.

Her breasts under her nightgown rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and the looming cleavage made people want to go in and explore.

An Zhiyu sighed sincerely.

"How can I sleep like this!"

He gently pushed aside Guinevere's fingers holding the hem of his clothes, and turned his back to look at the window sill outside. There were only a few scattered drops of raindrops left, and the darkness was so deep.

Listening to the sound of the ticking rain, An Zhiyu's restless mood just now slowly returned to calm.

Wait until tomorrow to ask Guinevere in detail.