This is My Heroic Path

An Zhiyu shook his head, sighed softly, and slowly opened his eyes, "Although I can feel that magical power, I can't absorb it."

"That's why I said that Master broke it too early..." An Zhiyu said helplessly.

Wouldn't it be a great sin for Master to waste a weapon for nothing like this, if he couldn't absorb it?

"Let me see." Morgan's shoulders were pressed against An Zhiyu's shoulders, and her plump and proud breasts naturally rested on An Zhiyu's arms. She picked up one of the staffs and began to observe carefully.

An Zhiyu's brain, which had just seriously thought about the reason, was a little dull, and felt the plumpness and softness of Morgan's touch with his arm, even through a layer of fabric, it was heart-pounding.

"Hmm..." Morgan made a slight sound, as if he could see something.

"What's the matter? Did you find anything special?" An Zhiyu pretended not to feel the softness brought by his arms, and tried not to look at the two proud hearts, then turned his head and asked.

"It feels like the length is just right after it's broken in two," Morgan said seriously.

An Zhiyu: "..."

"Just kidding, just kidding." Morgan also felt An Zhiyu's little speechless eyes, and she waved the staff in her hand, thinking for a moment.

"This weapon shouldn't belong to your master, right?"

"I don't know... Master didn't say that." An Zhiyu shook his head and said.

"I don't think it should be her weapon," Morgan joked with a smile, "Your master is a fighter, how could you use this kind of thing to fight others? Could it be that you hit someone on the head with a staff?"

"Sounds a bit stupid..." An Zhiyu complained.

Speaking of which, he seems to have never seen Morgan get close to the enemy so far. She has always stood in the distance and moved her lips, and then all kinds of light pollution bloomed in the sky.

"Although I don't know how your master got this weapon, she definitely won't be able to use it."

"So," Morgan put the staff back in An Zhiyu's hand, and raised his slender and cold fingers to stroke his face.

"Even if you can't absorb it, don't feel guilty or sorry for your master, just take your time."

An Zhiyu looked at the woman sitting next to him, and couldn't help but froze.

After Morgan said so much just now, he just wanted to tell him not to have too much burden?

I feel a little surprised... So Morgan Le Fay also has such a careful side?

Chapter 201 Repeated wrestling is the price of euphemism

With Morgan's comfort, An Zhiyu couldn't help but relax a lot from the pressure in his heart.

He picked up the half-broken staff, trying to feel the strange feeling of absorbing the branches before.

Although An Zhiyu also knew that Skaha had broken the weapon to him, this fact has not changed, but at least he will no longer be like just now, thinking that if he fails, he will waste his master's expectations of him.

Because this weapon is just left idle by Scathach... Even if this is not the case, at least it can give An Zhiyu some comfort when he fails.

When thinking of this, An Zhiyu couldn't help but glanced at Morgan Le Fay next to him.

Morgan was leaning against the head of the bed, with his legs crossed, a pair of tender white thighs looming under the hem of the skirt, as if he didn't care about losing his clothes at all, just looking at the ceiling and thinking about something.

Recalling the gentleness of Morgan's soft-spoken words and the soft touch of her plump breasts against her arms, An Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat.

Sister Morgan is really gentle.

"What's wrong?" Morgan noticed An Zhiyu's gaze, raised his eyes and asked him.

"No, it's fine." An Zhiyu shook his head, coughed lightly, "Thank you just now."

"There is nothing to thank, just calm down." Morgan said flatly.

"Hmm..." An Zhiyu nodded, and was about to look away, but at this moment, Morgan yawned slightly, and put the high-heeled sandals wrapped in jade feet on An Zhiyu's lap.

"Help me take off my shoes."

"You can do this yourself, right?" An Zhiyu's eyes wandered, "My top priority now is to absorb the magic power in it, and I don't have so much time to waste here."

Of course, this is just An Zhiyu's excuse, he just feels a little embarrassed, so he wants to "struggle" a little.

Hmm... If I change the meaning a little bit, in a more vulgar way, it probably means wanting to be loved and afraid of pain, so I have to struggle to express that I have tried hard, but I really have no choice.

"Don't you have that much time...?" Morgan narrowed his eyes and stared at An Zhiyu, but quickly recovered his previous laziness.

"Sister is sleepy now, too lazy to move." She yawned again as she spoke, looking really sleepy.

"Does the goddess of death get sleepy at night?" An Zhiyu muttered.

"The gods can't rest?" Morgan raised his eyes and looked at An Zhiyu, his eyes were more sad, "Don't you despise my sister and refuse to ask you to help take off a sandal?"

"Didn't you want to thank me for the comfort just now? Then take this as a thank you, so there will be no problem, right?" Looking at An Zhiyu who was still hesitating, Morgan said softly.

An Zhiyu finally stopped hesitating this time, touching Morgan's slender and smooth white foot with her fingers, and slowly took off the sandal on her left foot.

As if being touched by an unfamiliar palm, her flexible snow-white toes curled up slightly, looking very attractive.

An Zhiyu couldn't hold back and kneaded lightly.

"Hmm~" Morgan couldn't help making a seductive and depressed sound.

"It's a little itchy." She raised her charming moist eyes and said softly.

"Sorry." An Zhiyu came back to his senses, looked at the hand that was holding Morgan's left foot, and quickly let go.

Well... An Zhiyu has to admit that this woman is really attractive, so much so that he feels dizzy now.