This Cheat Is Too Much

This Cheat Is Too Much Chapter 88

At this point, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and she said in surprise: "Wait a minute? You said he was your cousin? But you are in your thirties. , he should be your cousin anyway!"

"I'm seventeen..."

The corners of the bearded cousin's mouth drooped helplessly. "I didn't lie to you, I'm really seventeen, but he seems to be my cousin. I asked the queen Your Majesty before, he hasn't had his seventeenth birthday yet, but he's actually only sixteen."

Pomona tugged at his full beard ironically.

"Hehe, I believe your cousin Sixteen, but how did your beard grow in just a few years? Did you grow a beard at the age of ten?"

Hans Scratched his face and replied dejectedly: "I don't know why, but it is true that when I was eleven years old, I began to grow a beard..." He coaxed: "Okay, okay, you're right, the old lady actually fell in love with a seventeen-year-old baby doll, and not only looked at it, but also... puci, hahahahaha laughed at me, you have the face to say that you are seventeen years old hahahahaha "

She still didn't hold back in the end, clutching her stomach and screaming, tears came out of her. "How dare you say that you are not thirty? If you are not thirty, then you will have the final say in everything from now on. Oh, I'm dying of laughter."

In Pomona more and more In the more impudent's wild laughter, the bearded cousin lowered his head in frustration, and secretly made up his mind to go back and shave the beard!

This great determination does not contain any impurities, just to prove that he is an honest and good man.

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When the bearded cousin swore to be the little blackface cousin, William, who was twenty-eight years old, was wielding his "big stick". Under the worried eyes of Your Majesty, the queen of twenty-eight and fifteen months, Gilbert, who was fifty-eight years old, rushed to the center of the battlefield.

"William!" A cry of joy and sorrow sounded.

Avril, surrounded by the Knights of the Knights of the Royal Capital (pseudo), rode to William's side, while Gilbert took advantage of his distracted opportunity to get into the Warren family's house in embarrassment. In the professional Legion, with the surviving professionals shuaa~ withdrew a long way.

Queen Your Majesty looked at William's tattered bodyguard uniform, and could not wait to immediately put the poor little fellow into his arms to greet him.

Is that Farrell woman a pervert?

She looked at the large and small holes in William's trousers distressedly. Although she didn't see any wounds, the blood around the holes was solid. She recognized at a glance that it was a penetrating injury. bloodstains.

William must have been tortured and even abused by that woman, otherwise how could the pants rot like this. Even the cloth on the buttocks was torn off a piece (Poison Fire Hyena: wang wang wang~ ), the woman from the Farrell family was so cruel, she must not let her go!

Avril resisted so much that she didn't rush over to check William's injury. She avoided the eyes of others and asked softly, "William, how are you?"

William was taken aback by her mannerisms, how am I? I am so good! Didn't I just beat Gilbert all the time? Why are you asking this like I've suffered a lot?

Avril's peach blossom eyes were slightly red, resisting the excitement in his heart, trying his best to maintain a calm expression on his face, and telling his own situation during this period of time.

"William, after you stayed to block that woman, I immediately found Gilbert and wanted him to rescue you, but didn't expect to be held back by him, he said if I don't marry him I won't save you, I didn't agree to his conditions, you... don't blame me."

The Queen Your Majesty's voice fluctuated slightly, if it wasn't for William wandering behind her ass for several times Years, I really can't capture this little change.

I could only hear her voice trembling slightly: "I thought you were already bode ill rather than well,

fortunately you came back alive, otherwise..."

"Charge Charge me! The person who killed the queen has a hereditary count!"

Gilbert's hoarse roar came over, while William and Avril were talking, he had regrouped the professional Legion, with a close Four hundred Knights lined up to charge.

See emergency. Queen Your Majesty bit her lip, stopped her desire to talk, stretched out her pancreas and clasped William's hand tightly, pulled him behind her, and then her eyes closed, and she raised the token in her right hand high. .

"All professionals obey orders, spearmen line up in front, guards fill the gaps at any time, shooters give priority to suppressing high-level professionals, Swordsman, sword and shield are in the center, and the remaining Knights move closer to me!"

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Just as she was about to continue the order, William squeezed her soft and delicate palm, and opened it to her under Avril's suspicious eyes.

"Let me command the professional Legion." William said in a flat tone: "Gilbert is a fourth rank Earth Knight after all, I really can't catch up with him, it's too dangerous for you to stay here to command. ."

Avril hesitated for a moment, but after meeting William's firm (faced) calm (paralyzed) look, he resolutely chose to believe in this man who died for himself.

[You have been appointed as the temporary commander of the Royal Army and obtained the temporary command of the corresponding professional Legion]

[Legion Name: Royal Army - Professional Mixed Corps]

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William, who held the Corps in his hand, showed a flat (happy) light (happy) smile.

In my last life, I was a professional legal professional, but I was forced to become a tank in this life. As a tactical player who is good at commanding Legion operations, but I have been forced to play unparalleled on the battlefield, who knows the pain in my heart?

If it wasn't for the fact that there were no soldiers in hand, who would want to be unparalleled on the battlefield?

Do I miss trifling with one-hundred-for-one happiness? Do I care about that kind of comfort? Am I the kind of person who likes to be complimented on "this child is so scary"?

William happily opens the Legion panel.

[Legion Name: Royal Army - Professional Mixed Corps]

[Legion Level: Level 1]

[Legion Organization: 655/1000]

[Legion feature: mob, a motley army formed by the reluctance of multiple forces, when encountering a strong enemy far superior to itself, the probability of being defeated is greatly increased]

【Legion feature : A thousand miles away, the speed is slightly increased when escaping]

[Legion skill: divided into zeros, the efficiency increases by 30% when escaping scattered]

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I, William, want to be a peerless player.

He looked back at Avril, who was retreating surrounded by the guards, with a sad expression on his face. Queen Your Majesty, is it too late for me to return it?

It happened that Avril also turned around and glanced at him. After receiving his deep (bitter) affection (forced) gaze, he couldn't help but get dizzy with his pretty face, glared at him annoyed, and quickly Turned his head back.

This little fellow is really... I don't even know what time it is now, and he's looking at me with such red eyes blatantly. Although Peter is already not in, I am still the Queen of Falan in name. What if someone finds out?