Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

The only thing she could think of was one horrible situation - someone had disturbed her while she was sleeping.

Poor kidneys, they feel as if they have been running with a weight for dozens of kilometers and then being pressed for several hours. They are separated from other parts of the body and are floating around without the control of the brain.

This isn't Rhode Island, how could this happen?

She reached into the circular muscle and indeed felt something that did not belong to her.

"hateful……"

Feng Qingyu was about to explode in rage when his fingers touched a few silk threads. He thought his nails had scratched the pillow, causing the silk pillowcase to fall off.

Looking again, it was not a silk thread, but a few curly golden hairs.

The light golden hair color looks like a golden wheat field, and there are sweet banana-flavored ice cream balls. The hair also has a lingering fragrance.

“This hair…”

The length of the hair is just from the top of the head to the shoulders.

Lin Guang and Xia Guang's hair color is exactly the same, but the sisters' hair is waist-length. Besides, they were both at Lin Guang's mansion last night, so how could they come here in the rain just to ride a dragon?

impossible.

“Definitely that guy.”

The image and name of a certain person emerged in my mind.

Knight of Eighty-two Candles

Feng Qingyu dragged his weak body out of bed to wash.

When she took off her bathrobe, she smelled the familiar scent of lily of the valley. The faint fragrance lingered and swirled around her nose and the sides of her body. When she could no longer smell it, it suddenly entered her nostrils, reminding others of its presence.

This made her even more certain that the person who committed the crime of forced communication at night was Lin Guang's aunt, Miss Zofia.

"Although... the appearance and various conditions of the whip blade are all on XP, but, I became a bottom for no reason, which damages my reputation as the top attacker."

Becoming a bottom has become an established fact, and it is impossible to go back to last night and make myself a top.

She was angry.

After taking a shower, Whip Blade slowly enjoyed a fine afternoon tea in the restaurant on the first floor. Today's afternoon tea tasted pretty good, but it was not as delicious as usual because of her current poor condition.

Her stuffy nose prevented her from smelling the snacks, and she could not feel satisfied no matter how much she ate.

If you just twist your waist and don't kiss, you probably won't catch a cold. When doing biological science research with someone who has a cold, you do need to consider whether you will be infected.

"..."

Looking at the exquisite snacks, Whip Blade suddenly lost his appetite.

My mouths have been full enough in the evening, both mouths are full, so I'll just eat something to get by now and go find food on the street later.

So, Feng Qingyu met Whip Blade in the restaurant who just picked up a small golden embroidered napkin to wipe his mouth.

"Good afternoon, Miss Kuroba. Did you sleep well last night?"

It was obvious that the question was asked despite knowing the answer. This proud Kuranta was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, drinking tea. His right hand was holding the white porcelain tray under the teacup, and his left hand was holding a small steel spoon, gently stirring the black tea in the cup.

Feng Qingyu thought of a sentence.

——She is not stirring the tides, she is stirring my heart.

Although the whip blade was stirring the black tea, Feng Qingyu actually had a feeling that his own tide was also stirred by her.

This is true. At night, I was the one who was disturbed by her.

A few strands of tail hair found near the circular muscle and the curly blond hair are the best physical evidence of Kuranta's crazy behavior.

Seeing Feng Qingyu's tired face, Whip Blade actually showed a meaningful smile.

It's normal to be tired. If she's not tired, it means there's something wrong with her ability in that area. Although she didn't say it, she was thinking things like "this Draco is so cute" and wanted to find a place where no one was around to bully him.

It's not easy to bully her own Margaret, but Maria can't bear to bully her, so she has to bully Margaret's friends. There's nothing wrong with that.

This kind of bullying is actually mutually beneficial.

Feng Qingyu yawned, rubbed his sore eyes, and deliberately stretched his waist in front of the whip blade.

"Fortunately...if no one had attacked us in the middle of the night, it might have been better. As long as people do something, they will definitely leave clues, and it is impossible to erase them all."

She thought about the blonde hair and didn't bring it to the table, so she just threw it away.

Living in Bianren’s house, you should at least give him some face, right?

"Oh? Miss Kuroba, are you dissatisfied with my bed? Or the maids' service attitude? Or is there any item that you don't like?"

Kuranta changed the position of her crossed legs, her movements were frivolous yet elegant. During the crossing, her skin hidden under her silk nightgown was faintly visible. Her fair skin made one's thoughts wander to the 50-cent pudding ice cream sold in the street store.

Ice cream and skin tasting methods can be connected.

Feng Qingyu felt that Whip Blade's expression was asking for a beating, and he needed something to cover her mouth. His tail was just the right thing to do.

"The maids' service and facilities are impeccable. Miss Zofia knows better than anyone what went wrong."

Who was the one who launched the night attack? Didn’t he have any idea of ​​the ACD?

"This is beyond my comprehension, Ms. Kuroba. In half an hour, Margaret and Maria will come over to dine together. Are you sure you want to carry my scent with you all day?"

Whip Blade tactfully admitted that she had done that thing last night, with a confident and calm look as if she was in control of the situation. The calmer she was, the more unhappy Feng Qingyu became.

A mere aunt, only 165cm tall, actually played her around like a puppet...

"I will definitely make you pay!"

Feng Qingyu uttered a harsh word, found the bathhouse based on the impression he had last night, and fiercely took off his pajamas and threw them on the ground.

The reason why she was angry was not because she was treated like that while she was sleeping, but because she was not awake during the process of the two of them passing the fire, and she did not feel any happiness at all. All she got was the soreness after it was over.

……

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Guang and Xia Guang arrived at Bian Ren's house on time. The maids had prepared a sumptuous lunch, which was two hours after the normal lunch time. But it didn't matter. Lin Guang often went on missions in Rhodes Island and seldom had three regular meals. Xia Guang was similar. He was often obsessed with various engineering projects and forgot to eat.

The dishes were as sumptuous as ever. Whip Blade was never stingy with food and material things himself, nor was he stingy with others. The maids in the house all wore high-end custom-made maid uniforms, and the little leather shoes on their feet were polished to a shine as new.

Feng Qingyu likes such a luxurious attitude towards life.

As soon as Lin Guang entered the room, he found that his aunt and his colleague were not in the right state, and their expressions were not right. His aunt's face was red and slightly sick, and Feng Qingyu's expression was more familiar, as if his body was hollowed out.

These two people didn't...

Given Feng Qingyu's physique and characteristics, it is not impossible that many women want to sleep with her.

Xia Guang was still naive and could not see the trick, so he only paid attention to the details of his aunt's illness.

"Sister Zofia, are you feeling unwell?"

"Yeah, a little bit, it's no big deal, Margaret, don't think of slacking off and not practicing while I'm sick."

Lin Guang was suddenly struck by something, and he just silently swallowed the beef in his mouth and nodded perfunctorily.

"I have never slacked off in my practice during these years of wandering, and my companion Shining would often practice with me."

"Is it the white-haired Sarkaz?"

"Yes, she is very good at swordsmanship. There is still some distance between me and her."

In Feng Qingyu's opinion, Lin Guang was too modest.

She is the legend of Casimir, the golden Pegasus, the Brilliant Knight with a single title, the youngest Great Knight in history. The gap in swordsmanship between her and Shining is not that big, maybe a little, but not much.

Whip Blade opened his mobile terminal and pulled up the match schedule for this special tournament.

The match Lin Guang was assigned to was the night match the day after tomorrow, which would start at seven o'clock in the evening. His opponent was the great knight from Leitania, Miss Viviana Droste, also known as the "Candle Knight".

The Candle Knight is an Elafia with huge antlers, light blonde hair, blue eyes, and a noble and elegant temperament, like a lady from a classical novel.

There are many gossips about her. It is said that she has a red wine bath and is surrounded by many handsome male servants.

The truth is not important, the point is, she is really beautiful.

Eighty-three She is so big

"She's so beautiful, and...she's so big."

When Feng Qingyu saw the photo of Candle Knight, he actually felt a little envious.

The commonality of LSP is that they can't walk when they see a beautiful woman. Moreover, the Candle Knight is really big, big in all aspects.

The Pony family all showed disgusted expressions.

"Oh, Miss Kuroba, am I not big?"

Whip Blade deliberately straightened his waist, letting his cleavage sway in front of her eyes.

The three things women cannot tolerate the most are appearance, size and weight. Whip Blade thinks he is pretty big, although there is still a slight gap compared to Candle Knight.

Neither myself, Margaret, nor Maria are flat, especially Margaret.

"What do you think our Margaret is? Flat-chested?"

Feng Qingyu was stunned for a moment, wondering why he was pushed to the forefront.

Just because he praised the Candle Knight, he was treated as the public enemy of everyone. Are the people in Linguang so domineering?

"That's not what I meant. I meant that your family is quite large, although... only Lin Guang can rival Miss Candle Knight."

I still remember that when she complained about whether Kal'tsit had failed in Pine Valley Sanatorium, Kal'tsit glared at her fiercely, and then a lot of water in her body was drained out.

As the water drains away, mental and physical strength also quickly dissipates.

This is a gift proposition.

"Ahem, actually, Miss Zofia, you don't have to care so much about these insignificant data. They are just useless pieces of fat."

Feng Qingyu remembered that he and Kal'tsit had said similar things.

If a girl is very flat, you can compliment her clothes, hairstyle and figure when chatting with her, but don't focus the topic on her bust.

There is more to praise about a girl than just her breasts. Feng Qingyu doesn't think she is that vulgar and superficial.

She preferred their inner beauty—the inner beauty of the soul, and that inner beauty.

"Humph, Candle Knight is Margaret's opponent. I don't want to hear you, my niece's friend, praising your opponent with all kinds of compliments, no matter who he is. You, an outsider, just need to believe in Glory Knight and Lin Guang."

"Yes, yes, Miss Zofia, you are right."

Considering that they had interacted with each other last night, Feng Qingyu agreed first.

After lunch, Feng Qingyu saw that the weather was good and wanted to take a stroll on the street. It was not easy to have the opportunity to take a public trip to the legendary Great Knight Cavaleriya, so he had to go shopping and buy some souvenirs worth collecting for his sister.

Although she is not my biological sister, she is my cousin.

"Ms. Zofia, I won't disturb your family's practice. See you later. I'll go for a walk on the street first."

Feng Qingyu’s cold is much better now.

Flower kiss therapy is very effective in treating colds and is well-known in a certain niche circle. It's just that a certain Kuranta has to share the symptoms of a cold with her.

"Go ahead, go ahead. I'm worried that you'll interfere with my instruction on Margaret's training if I stay here."

Whip Blade pretended to be dissatisfied and pushed Feng Qingyu out, thinking that he would attack again at night tonight.

Once a precedent is set for something, there is no way to go back to the way it was before.

Once you have enjoyed substantial pleasure brought by the body, you will not want to go back to the original manual mode. Those who understand will understand.

……

The streets of Cavalleriacchi present an extremely prosperous and grand scene everywhere, which is different from the orderliness and bright lights of Longmen, and also different from the morbid vitality and luxury of Dossores.

The prosperity here is tinged with a hint of decadence.

Under the gorgeous shell is the most filthy side of this city, Lin Guang said. Today's knights have long forgotten the glory of the past and indulged in knight competitions that are like stage performances and games.

Knightly competitions can bring money, fame and status to knights. As long as they become famous in one battle, they will have endless endorsements and will be the talk of the town, with more face than movie stars.

Lin Guang's uncle, Mr. Mainna, has always disdained knightly competitions and thinks that those who participate in them are clowns.

Feng Qingyu was not very interested in knightly competitions. How could knightly competitions be as interesting as women?

"But the Candle Knight is quite pleasing to my eye."

She passed by a betting point where staff were entertaining customers who were placing bets.