Chapter 1085: 3 Princess without [Beep Beep]

I took a step back and bowed fiercely to Carlos, asking what kind of face I had at this time, first to find a path that would allow little black charcoal to lead a normal life.
"Okay...okay, no problem."
Carlos was shocked by my miserable spirit and nodded subconsciously.
"Books from Carlos's house..."
Seattlek whispered aside, suddenly thought of something, ha ha laughed wildly.
"I said Brother Wu, what do you want those books to do, those are boring..."
"Go aside"
Carlos and I couldn't help looking back at the same time, glaring glaringly.
So a group of three returned to Carlos’ house. The Seattlek guy, even after being drunk by us, still followed with a cheeky face. A good-looking face was really an unpleasant barbarian, for Camp Roger. The tranquility of the fierce guy who still scared the child with a face full of tattoos, and often scared the child to cry, and adults scared his urine pants, had to shut it in the cell.
"It's here, all in this room."
Entering Carlos' tent, he pointed to a room that seemed to be less used and said to me.
"Thank you, Brother Carlos."
I gratefully patted Carlos on the shoulder, then opened the door and rushed in.
"and many more……"
Carlos’s words had just reached his ears. When I stepped into the room, my eyes suddenly dimmed, and then the landslides and snow fell, and my eyes were full of narrow black shadows, like the shadows of the beasts. Next, with a booming sound, the body was instantly buried in a black torrent.
Change to the perspective of Carlos and Seattle-before Carlos’s words were finished, there was a bang from the inside, like a mudslide, and a lot of "mudstone" poured out from the opened door. The victim who just stepped in The person's body was half submerged in it and was rushed out ruthlessly.
This mudslide is not real mudslide, but a pile of black pressed mountain of books, rushing out from the inside, one can imagine how crowded these books are in the room, although it is impossible Compared with the princess's mobile library, the number is also surprising to ordinary people.
Just pick a book out of this pile of scrolling book mountains, and you will find that all of these books are one content, such as "108 Tips to Make Your Daughter Happy", "How to Face Domestic Violence", "Fathers who were alienated by their daughters were all flying angels in their previous lives", "The Seven Flavors of Rose Candy", "Elementary Tutorial on How to Make Men Close to Their Daughters Evaporate in the World-A Little Tips on Burying the Dead", etc. Wait.
"Brother Carlos...this too..."
Crawling out of the pile of books, I touched my broken head and looked at the tree piled up in front of my eyes. I glanced into the dark room filled with books, and I was stunned.
Well, I admit that when it comes to the mainland’s first daughter, he seems to be a little bit worse than Carlos.
By the way, discuss the building of the castle with Carlos another day, plus the calm and wise Carlos, it is equivalent to a tenfold increase in combat power. In this way, even if Akala has always opposed it, you must Think about it.
However, this matter is still put aside first, and then solve the problem of small black carbon.
I glanced at Shushan in one place, did I get dazzled? Seems to see some incredible titles mixed in, oh oh, and this one, one of the seven incredible campsites-Carlos and Roses, who can always take out rose candies that are simply not available in the campsite The candy mystery was finally solved. It turned out that he did it by himself. This guy controlled his daughter's control. What a disgusting dead daughter's control. No, I have to take it back to learn from it.
"What do you want, just take it."
Carlos smiled and patted my stunned shoulder. Oh, this smile is so brilliant, just as dazzling as the Father of Salvation.
"Really... is it okay? Take these books?" I thanked Carlos with wide eyes.
"It's okay." Carlos nodded with a sincere smile.
"Anyway, I have memorized the contents of these books."
A glance at the book mountain piled up in front of me, and a glance at the dark room filled with book shadows. I couldn't help but look away, Carlos' image fell from the tall Father to the dead daughter again.
"Then I'm welcome."
Jumping up, I started picking things up and down the book mountain and stuffed one into my arms.
Oh, isn’t this "Agreement, I will be the father’s bride when I grow up", which is said to be out of print for some reason shortly after it was released? I've been searching for a while, but I didn't expect that Carlos...it's still a limited collector's edition, which is terrible, Carlos, maybe you will be my comrade and enemy in my destiny.
It's just that this limited out-of-print book that seems to be based on pure father-daughter feelings is said to be the same author as the Duke of the Beasts. Has the world collapsed?
Without hesitation, the book was stuffed into the inventory, and I continued rummaging, um, I didn't seem to find the Duke of Beasts series, Carlos, and it was indeed an honest paladin.
Finally, I stuffed the inventory, thanked Carlos, and threw a contemptuous look to Seattle Ke, who was bored and booger, and turned away happily.
Little black charcoal, I'm here to save you.
When she returned home, Sarah should still be practicing swordsmanship. Linya is still busy for the birthday of God, and she has not been seen. Only Velas trotting out from the kitchen to meet me, naturally, in a good mood I put this docile and shy little wife in my arms and kissed him. I saw Veras half-handedly covering her pretty face, and exaggerated smoke on her forehead.
Oh, yes, there is also Princess Sanwu, who was almost deceived by her sense of non-existence. Has it been said that this little princess’s sense of existence has recently become weaker than before, and she can obviously easily treat her Said it.
"Yo, Little Jasmine, what are you writing?"
Seeing Princess Sanwu lying on the table and struggling to write a book, I sat across from her. From the book mountain of the inventory, I selected more than a dozen books on the table and asked casually.
"Secret." Princess Sanwu's answer remained concise.
Before I changed it, I would definitely be curious to find out. I can always watch this little princess lying on the stage and concentrate on what he has written, but I never asked. It seems that my master is still doing some dereliction of duty. Look. Later, before the advent of God's birthday, she had to take the time to take her to Lugaoin, so that she could meet her biological father, who was half-censored, as comfort and compensation.
Now, I was full of little black charcoal in my mind, so I didn't ask what Princess Sanwu was doing. I responded, and I randomly selected a book and opened it carefully.
Rusty rusty, rusty...
There was a movement next to me. I peeped with the corner of my eye. It turned out to be Princess Sanwu. I didn’t know when to carry her expensive teacup and a full set of tools for making tea. It was like a small animal. It was light-hearted and casual. Sitting next to me, I found my eyes sipped tealessly, as if to say, look at you, don't care about me.
This little princess, want to be coquettish again? There is really no way.
If I really believed in the meaning conveyed by the calm drink of tea, it would be a tragedy. It will definitely be in the near future, generally not more than 24 hours, and will be met by this arrogant and personal little maid who ignores the majesty of the owner. Princess, the inhumane princess kicked and attacked for various capricious reasons.
I smiled and shook my head, seeing that Princess Sanwu put the cup back on the table gracefully, sitting in front of her head, not squinting, and put a pair of me to ignore you, you don’t care about my posture, I immediately know to coax A small opportunity came, it should be said that it was provided.
Without words, I stretched out my arms and hugged the little princess sitting next to me, pulling it slightly towards myself, so that I was only struggling almost formally. The little princess fell down and put my head on me Above the thigh.
"Little Jasmine, have you heard Verras' words recently?"
I bowed my head on the soft face of Princess Sanwu and I asked with a smile.
"Humph"
Ah, I was arrogantly rejected.
Then, as if the arrogant little maid came back to her nest, she took off her huge bun cap, and suddenly, her long black beautiful hair was sprinkled from the inside, flowing like a waterfall. On his thigh, then, just like a kitten resting in the afternoon, curl his upper body on his thigh, squinting comfortably with cartoon-like bright yellow eyes.
"Okay, even if you don't want to say, but don't disturb me reading."
I stretched out my hand and gently touched the long black hair that was exposed after Princess Sanwu took off her hat. The other hand turned the pages of the book, trying to find out from the above text that the little black charcoal would lead to the normal person. Approach.
Just a moment later, the princess kitty on her thighs became restless, gently plucking out a pair of bright eyes from under the table, peeking at the book I was lying on the table, looking attentively.
After a while, the little princess nodded expressionlessly, as if she understood something, and suddenly lifted from my thigh, and under my strange eyes, she reached into her inventory. After searching, I finally took out a book and placed it in front of me.
I was slightly stunned, and took a look subconsciously. The title above was awe-inspiring "The Biography of the Duke of the Beasts-How to Tune My Daughter to Be Loyal to Yourself."
I suddenly fell into a state of facial paralysis, but this time I still had little black charcoal in my heart. I finally managed to restrain the urge to lift the table.
Huh?
If you take a closer look, it's actually not a book~EbookFREE.me~Accurately, it should not be completely a book.
The writing is just made of a piece of hard paper with a slightly thick spot. The title of the book above seems to be a little bit of ink. The book bound with the hard paper is a thick stack of manuscript paper, not that. A common kind of paper for making books.
I tremble with both hands, and gently flipped the first page, the line above the familiar Juanxiu fine print, in any case, it is not like the type that was copied by magic batch, in short, the book in hand is more like It is the prototype of a book, a complete draft of a freshly published book.
In order to confirm the above, I closed the manuscript, rubbed my eyes, and re-named it. It was still "The Biography of the Duke of Beasts-How to transfer my daughter [beep] into something loyal to you" Instead of dazzling yourself.
Aller?
Is it a dream, a long and realistic dream that continues from this morning to the present?
Many n are discussing the prototype of small black charcoal, well, in order to avoid various speculations, I confess that the main prototype of small black charcoal is the chairperson of some puppet + second lady, as for the other characters you mentioned, it is Because of repeated attributes, he was brutally shot.