Your Royal Highness, I will eventually save you!

Looking at her shocked delicate face, Litton felt a little cute for a moment, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to scrape her nose, and then quickly put on the clothes without being muddy, and at the same time took them out from the dark blue ring. The first-order stigmata construction paper stretched out his hand and slowly constructed it directly on the snow-white paper.

His expression was unprecedentedly focused and serious. A slightly youthful face was full of maturity and charm that did not belong to this age. He was a little stunned for a while. After a while, Steele slowly reacted Coming over, her astonishingly demonic cheeks flushed slightly, she changed her clothes, and then she walked out the door lightly without disturbing her.

out of the lobby.

Steele said: "Martha, all the schedules for today have been postponed. Also, tell everyone not to come in and disturb me at will today."

Martha heard the words but didn't ask why, she nodded lightly, Steele took care of everything again, and then slowly returned to the room, inside, Litton still kept the same movements just now, without any change , but on the stigmata structure paper in front of him, there are densely packed stigmata stripes. Each stigmata stripe seems to have no connection, but the combination can produce a very mysterious power.

He moves quickly.

As smooth as running clouds and flowing water, in a blink of an eye, no less than dozens of hundreds of stigmata stripes have been engraved on the stigmata structure paper, just looking at it for a while is dazzling.

He is really an intermediate stigmata constructor... Steele is still a little unbelievable, she has never seen an intermediate stigmata constructor, there are two intermediate stigmata in the Atilantes family Constructors, but basically they are all over [-] years old. This is the first time I have seen a young intermediate stigmata constructor like Litton.

According to the registration list on the Stigmata Constructors Association that I know, the youngest mid-level Stigmata Constructor seems to be 35-[-] years old, which is already called a talent, but once again looking at Li Suddenly, she suddenly felt how pitiful those self-proclaimed talented guys in the Stigmata Constructors Association were. Grown up guy.

......

It's been a long time.

In the evening, the setting sun gradually falls.

Night fell slowly.

The capital of tomorrow is full of bustle and bustle. Inside the manor, lights illuminate the whole manor, and the quiet night falls on the ground through the windows. Steele is standing next to him, watching him quietly. It was very quiet, even breathing could be clearly heard, only streaks of stigmata were shining brightly on the paper.

next moment!

- Swish!

As Litton's last stroke fell on the paper, a burst of bright energy bloomed on the stigmata construction paper. In an instant, mysterious energy filled the entire room, and the room was suddenly replaced by a vast starry sky, each shining brightly. The stars, an ancient and majestic vicissitudes seem to fill this place, and the whole room immediately becomes beautiful, as stunning as being in a fairyland.

soon.

This mysterious force slowly returned immediately, and the vast starry sky in the room was slowly disappearing, returning to a normal state, and the instigator of all these changes was an advanced stigmata construction paper in front of Litton.

Litton let out a breath of foul air slowly.

There was an unprecedented comfort all over his body, and at the same time he was deeply tired. He looked at the stigmata construction paper in his hand. After a long period of construction, he finally constructed a simplified version of the high-level stigmata. Only you can know the hardships. Several times you almost ended in failure, but fortunately, you saved them in time in the end.

He tilted his head and looked aside.

A pair of bewitching purple eyes were staring at him, with a faint look of worry and concern in them, Litton smiled knowingly, and then said: "It has been successful, and the next step is to help you rub the stigmata. up."

Steele nodded lightly.

Immediately, he reached out and took the simplified version of the high-level stigmata that he handed over. Even though it hadn't been rubbed, but just from the mysterious power of the vast starry sky that had just emerged, he could feel the terrifying power contained in it.

She couldn't help but pursed her lips lightly, and then looked at Litton in front of her. Her heart was a little indescribably touched, and such things had been shown in front of her without the slightest reservation.

soon.

She recovered slightly.

Then she looked at Litton who had suddenly fallen asleep on her shoulder, stretched out her hand and gently stroked his face, a delicate and flawless snow-white face slowly bloomed with a touching tenderness radian.

Chapter 301 The old shoulder slippery, seize the opportunity!

Litton slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

A burst of rich fragrance rippling in the nostrils, he woke up completely when he opened his eyes, and then he suddenly realized that he was leaning on Steele's fragrant shoulder, and he subconsciously looked up.

Steele was looking at him with his head tilted.

As if she had been watching for a long time, her eyes were facing each other, not only without any embarrassment, but she smiled at each other, her purple eyes were slightly narrowed: "Everyone is awake and still can't get up, and their mouths are drooling. .”

"When a person wakes up, the soul is still sleeping."

Litton subconsciously raised his hand to wipe away the non-existent hala at the corner of his mouth, and then looked at the sly look in Steele's eyes, and he realized that he had been fooled by this little elf.

Seeing the smile in her eyes, Litton couldn't help but glared at her, and then asked, "By the way, have the stigmata rubbings I constructed for you been stamped?"

Steele smiled and replied, "The rubbing was over when you fell asleep."

Litton was taken aback for a moment: "Have I slept for a long time?"

Steele tilted his head: "About an hour."

Litton glanced at the sky, and it was already late at night. At the end of the simplified version of the advanced stigmata, he fell asleep because he was too tired and didn't pay attention to the time. When he woke up, it was already late at night. up.

He suddenly thought of Doris. The memory of the last thrilling adventure was still fresh. Fortunately, he barely escaped the catastrophe because he touched the blind spot of Miss Angel's knowledge. It was already so late, and it was time for him to go back... ...When Litton was about to go back, a snow-white catkin suddenly grabbed his arm tightly.

"Um... Sister Steele?"

Litton blinked his eyes, but the next moment, a jelly-like touch bloomed in his earlobe, and his body shivered subconsciously. At some point, Steele leaned forward, biting his sexy red lips slightly. Looking at his earlobe, there was a hint of charm in his voice: "...Little man, miss your sweetheart?"

Litton swallowed subconsciously.

The shoulder straps of the long dress on Steele's shoulders slowly slid down in a seductive arc, and the snow-white shoulders were faintly exposed, and the purple eyes looked at him with a half-smile, and the silence was louder than the sound.

The old shoulder slips!

Litton had run out of patience at once.

He stretched out his hand and immediately hugged her onto the big snow-white bed, and decided to help her correct the correct way to wear the shoulder straps of the long skirt, but this time Steele didn't submit obediently, and flipped over and pressed Litton down. Under her body, she blinked playfully, seized the opportunity with one hand, and said proudly like a sneaky little fox, "Little man, it's me this time."

Litton took a deep breath.

She frowned slightly.

groaned.

Litton lay on the bed enjoying himself in secret, braking with stillness. After a while, Steele's whole body was like a deflated ball, and his tender body suddenly limply lay on his body, and some couldn't help it. Fenquan punched him in the chest, and then she looked at his narrow eyes, as if she was unwilling to admit defeat, she let out a muffled snort, and mounted the horse again with her gun.

......

The next day.

The dazzling sun shines on the body.

Litton woke up with his eyes open, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the sunlight in front of his eyes. After a while, he turned his head to look at Steele, who was completely awake immediately, and looked at the octopus-like Steele, who was sticking to her body, had a stunning and demon-like snow-white pretty face, which was a little bit delicate. When she thought of her boldness and discouraged look of having more than enough energy but not enough energy yesterday, she was a little bit dumbfounded for a while.

"...Um?"

Just as Litton carefully removed her hands that were sticking to him, Stilljoon snorted softly, and then she woke up slowly, looking at him sleepily.

"...gone back?"

"Ah."

Looking at her delicate and pretty face, Litton couldn't help feeling a little affection in his heart, and kissed her lightly on the lips, "Sleep a little longer, and rest a little longer."

"Hmm." Stiljoon snorted lightly.

Litton took another look, and then came out of the manor. The warm sun shone on his body, and he couldn't help stretching, feeling refreshed. He didn't return immediately, but came to the market. The green tangerine stand that I usually patronize, but because I came too early, no one came out to set up a stall before going to work.

"Eris Harbor is really not peaceful during this period of time."

"It's not that some time ago, the noble gentlemen seemed to have something happened collectively. At that time, the harbor had been out of service for a while, and it was only restored during this time."

"Did someone come to your door to inquire about news recently?"

"Hey, are you too? Let me tell you, don't get involved in this kind of thing, just say you don't know."

"Do you understand, brother, tell me what's going on?"

"It's not the struggle of the underground organization yet."

Litton subconsciously tilted his head and looked at the whispering residents, his heart moved slightly, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. Anyway, the underground organization is not a daily thing in the capital of tomorrow, and conflicts are quite normal.

It's been a long time.

The young man who set up the stall finally came over. He looked leisurely and leisurely. He had just packed up his things and set up a stall. Unexpectedly, he happened to see someone squatting here a long time ago. A man with a slightly green face The young man was squatting nearby, and upon closer inspection, he looked familiar.

"Boss, you're finally out of the stall. Why did you leave the stall when the sun was almost drying your ass." Litton clicked his tongue, wondering why he had waited so long to get out of the stall.

"why is it you again."

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and was momentarily at a loss for words: "Before you bought green oranges from me, I never thought that one day I would experience the feeling of going to work. Are my oranges really so delicious? "

Litton paid the money neatly. At the same time, he tore off the peel of the green tangerine and sniffed it. He immediately gave the boss a thumbs-up. He walked all over the stalls in the market. The green tangerines of this one were the most delicious and the most intense. up.

Completely deodorized the body.

Then Litton went back in the direction of his home, followed the familiar steps and rhythm back to the quiet street in the aristocratic district, and soon he was back in front of his own villa.

As soon as he came back, he immediately saw a familiar figure sitting quietly in the yard, and besides Miss Angel, there was also Hilarina who was wearing a black and white maid uniform.

Chapter 302 Hold Miss Angel's hand openly and aboveboard

Miss Angel sat at the table in the front yard like an aristocratic lady, wearing a light-colored long dress, with a quiet and elegant demeanor, while Hilarina cleaned up the fallen leaves on the ground in the yard, concentrating on Doing my own job, the words noble lady and maid are combined together, and there is an inexplicable sense of harmony.

Lytton had just returned.

The two noticed it immediately, and cast their gazes one after another. Litton took a look, then nodded towards Hilarina, and then turned to sit down in front of Miss Angel.

Miss Angel frowned slightly.

It seemed that he was a little sensitive to the green orange smell on Litton's body, but he didn't say anything. Litton secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was very successful. He stayed in the market for a while, and successfully confused the smell.

Why do I feel like I'm going out to steal from my wife... Litton immediately took Miss Angel and chatted for a while, and then he saw Hilarina's expression from the corner of his eyes, hesitant to speak, but As if thinking of something, she blushed slightly on her pretty face, and immediately turned around and entered the room to clean the room.

Litton's heart moved slightly.

Immediately after noticing the irritating smell of blood emanating from her arm, Litton secretly thought about what had happened to her during this time, a Sequence 5-level transcendent, logically speaking There shouldn't be frequent injuries in a short period of time. The only explanation is that he has been fighting with other people, but everyone has their own secrets, and he doesn't have the idea of ​​exploring her secrets to the end.

"What do you think of Xue Mei Niang and matcha cake for dessert in the afternoon tea later?" Litton looked at Miss Angel and asked.

"Ah."

Miss Angel is not very picky, her head is light, and she loves the desserts made by Litton's cooking skills very much. When she was about to turn her gaze to the book in front of her again, her snow-white catkin was suddenly held.

Originally, if it was a surprise attack from other creatures, she would have been shocked or crushed to powder immediately before she got close to her, but it happened to come from someone she was not at all wary of.

Litton boldly held her small soft catkin in his palm.

Although it is not the first time to hold Miss Angel's small hand, it is the first time to hold Miss Angel's hand like this without the slightest excuse. The slender hand is as moist and smooth as beautiful jade, and it will not get tired if you keep holding it like this .

Miss Angel raised her eyes slightly.

Deep golden eyes looked at him.

Litton looked into her golden eyes, as if his own figure could be reflected in the pupils, and said, "Is it uncomfortable to hold it like this?"