My Knights of the Round Table

Arthur was obviously aware of her situation, and gently rubbed her long golden hair.

"Don't make trouble."

The casual coping made her even more dissatisfied.

Lan Maloch pressed his hands on the bed again and sat up, biting his lower lip and looking angrily at the man under him.

The man's usual gentle smile made her even more angry.

But she couldn't say or do anything, and the woman who could only turn her grief and anger into desire started to move up and down again.

The messenger's difficult voice sounded outside the door.

"The king has betrothed Princess Maeve to..."

"It's not my business anymore. It's my business if I want her, and it's your business to give her." Arthur interrupted her impatiently.

"Your Majesty, this...?!" The envoy's hand anxiously reached the door of the bedroom again.

"Mordred, see off."

When Mordred heard this, he reached out and stopped the envoy who was leaning forward.

"Your Majesty asks you to leave."

The messenger's arm was held down by the girl's hand, and she couldn't move. There was even a huge pain, which made her forehead sweat even more.

"Your Majesty, other than this condition, everything is negotiable."

She looked at the door of the bedroom with difficulty, and tentatively called the other party's name, hoping that he would change his mind.

Mordred narrowed his eyes dangerously, and touched the hilt of his sword with his other hand.

"For the last time, get out."

The indifferent voice full of killing intent recalled the messenger's last sanity.

She looked at the murderous young girl beside her with difficulty.

She had heard about the opponent's reputation during the war before she came. If Lancelot and Tristan were powerful knights, then she and Lanmaloch could be said to be the craziest knights.

The number of knights and soldiers killed by the two of them is simply incalculable.

Such a murderous knight...

"Sorry, I was abrupt."

In front of life and country, the messenger immediately bowed his head.

"roll."

Enduring the dissatisfaction and anger in his heart, the messenger turned and left.

Mordred looked at the back of the messenger leaving, and gave the knight behind him a wink to let him follow.

"Make sure she won't wander off."

"Yes!"

After the knight behind him left, Mordred turned around and lowered his head towards the bedroom.

"Your Majesty, is there anything else?"

"It's nothing, you can leave first."

"As ordered."

Mordred's leaving footsteps made Arthur completely relaxed, and he took the time to move away from the door and Lan Maloch, and glanced at the young woman beside him with her head buried in his left arm.

Percival lowered his head and lay motionless in his arms, breathing weakly and evenly.

He glanced at the young woman who was still shaking on her body.

It is the first time for the two girls to transform into a young woman, and the energy they show is very different.

Arthur couldn't help but say.

"Your sister was so tired that she fell asleep."

"I'm much better than her."

Lan Maloch sat upright proudly, his chest puffed out and swayed with the ups and downs of his body.

Arthur looked at her helplessly.

The younger sister's pride is the most troublesome thing for the older sister.

Except for the occasional stimulation of her ego, the younger sister listens to her elder sister almost all the time, no matter what, as long as the elder sister is angry, she will obey obediently.

But the same comparisons haven't disappeared...

Seeing the proud expression of the woman on his body, Arthur showed a nasty smile after a short thought.

Seeing the extremely nasty look on the man's face, Lanmaloch blinked suspiciously, feeling a bad premonition in his heart, and even slowed down his movements.

"What are you going to do?"

She looked at him warily.

Arthur didn't answer, turned over with a smile and pressed her under him.

Looking at the vigilant woman below him, he opened his mouth and said.

"Then let me see how powerful my sister is."

Lan Malloc was in a daze for a moment.

The men all lowered their bodies.

The tearing stimulation made her eyes widen in an instant, her eyes turned white for a while and she didn't slow down, her mouth opened wide unconsciously and her body trembled unceasingly.

"Ahhhhhh?!!!!"

Chapter 164 Chapter 4 Master, please stay with me

The deep, dark hallway is covered with a purple carpet of unknown origin.

The man walked on it at a moderate pace.

There are lamps with green will-o'-the-wisps all around, and the cold breath is enough to make ordinary people catch a cold.

Go to the huge door.

The huge door is more than ten meters high, and it can be displayed in the dark corridor through the door of the carriage.

As if sensing the arrival of someone, the door opened automatically.

The blond man went in naturally.

The door just showed a little gap, and his footsteps just moved.

The blood-red spear shot towards him from the inside out.

The blond man didn't move at all, and let the blood-red spear wipe his face and stick it on the floor behind him. The faint red blood testifies to what just happened.

"You still dare to come here?"

The woman's nice sullen voice sounded inside the palace.

Arthur didn't stop walking.

As he entered the palace, the scene inside was revealed.

The interior layout is the same as it was a few years ago, the woman is still wearing a purple gauze and sitting on her throne.

Instead of lazily lying on it as usual, she was sitting on it and looking at him dangerously.

"Skaha."

Arthur said her name slowly.

No matter how you say it, she is his half master.

Cu Chulainn is also her apprentice.

After the entrusted matter was entrusted and the dealt with was dealt with, he left the team in Bangor and came here alone.

Seeing the woman's sullen expression, Arthur smiled helplessly.

"Angry?"

"What if I'm angry?"

Scathach narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Then I can only let you handle it."

Arthur reluctantly spread his hands.

Hearing this, the dissatisfaction and danger in the woman's eyes instantly turned into excitement.

Cu Chulainn must die sooner or later.

Compared with the elusiveness of Arthur's future, Cu Chulainn's death had already appeared in her calculations at the first sight she saw.

Now it's just that the way of death is different, but in terms of anger, there is not much anger.

There will definitely be some, but to say that too much has been accumulated until he comes in front of himself, there is not much anger left.

He deserved to be killed if he couldn't beat him, not to mention being easily chased to death by a man who was a round younger than him, it could be said to be embarrassing.

what she wants...

Seeing the woman's excited expression, Arthur felt cheated.

"That..."

"Actually, I came here to do something."

Arthur stopped her dangerous act of drawing a gun.