Vol 2 Chapter 3910: Crown weight

　　
I know the strength of the twelve knights, but it’s not hard to tell how strong they are. When I first met the martial knights, I was too weak and had a low vision. I couldn’t see where they were so powerful. I haven't seen them take any action, so I can only see the leopard in my eyes, inferring from some historical rumors.
　　
　　 The silent leaf knight that I just met, Bella, is the first twelve knights to make me feel the true ability. This is still the bottom of the strength, which makes me a little unable to imagine the existence of those knights with the highest strength.
　　
　　 In front of them, I am afraid that the fifth master will also be reduced to a combat unit? It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be, Wu Ye is also very good-natured, and he was a star protagonist in a certain era, but he is not a cat or a dog.
　　
　　 Oh, I don’t mean that the elder brother and the second elder brother’s leg hair fairy are cats and dogs, don’t get me wrong.
　　
　　 Looking back at Huang Duanzi's maid...
　　
　　 I squinted at the Huang Duan maid who didn't feel the slightest shame and pressure at all, and couldn't help but want to help her forehead.
　　
　　 Your predecessor is here, you are ashamed of me, even if you show a little "sorry to shame you", it can be said to be fair. As a result, I didn't want to be serious, so I started a maid spit meeting first.
　　
The normal development should not be that the maid Huang Duanzi first confessed her guilt, and then Daisy touched her head and said that it was okay. Now it is not too late to work hard, and then the maid Huang Duanzi changed her mind and changed her life again, rushing from the bottom to the top three in one fell swoop. , Does such an inspirational story fit the kingly script?
　　
　　 Forget it, it’s too late to complain about this. I can figure it out. There are not a few maids in this script that are serious.
　　
　　 Huang Duanzi's maid noticed my gaze and showed an unexpected expression.
　　
She turned her head faintly, not the same as mine, her purple eyes flashed with a deep melancholy, there is a kind of independence that is not understood by the world, lonely and self-appreciating, otherworldly, not eating the fireworks...stop, stop, enough, pass Up!
　　
　　 It's not right, it's not the character of this little mad maid at all. Shouldn't it be right to find the place right away and use the art of summoning horses overtly and secretly? Even if she is a little fairy, she is also a little fairy with a horse headgear.
　　
has a problem!
　　
　　 I couldn't help but fall into deep thought, thinking of the strangeness and violation of Huang Duanzi's maid when she first saw her, and then thinking of my king's test.
　　
　　 Could it be that our little horse-headed fairy had a wave of super assists in the test of our king, and she became fat in an instant?
　　
　　 It’s not impossible. After all, the person in charge of this test is her predecessor. In all likelihood, she gave Huang Duanzi a small stove in the test?
　　
　　 In other words, Huang Duanzi's maid salted fish turned over? Strengthened? This also explained her kind of abnormal performance.
　　
　　 Very good, she must be holding back her energy to surprise me, to make me flat, but unexpectedly I have already seen through her see-through, in front of the extremely clever Ben Druid, the little maid is ridiculously ridiculous.
　　
For the time being, put down the maid of Huang Duan who is full of small abacus, I am not in a hurry to chase King Arthur, or return to my king, Bella’s clone is there, guarding my king, any movement can be done right away. knowledge.
　　
　　Speaking of which, the main reason is that I am very interested in topics that I haven't been able to finish.
　　
　　 "Lance, Daisy, can you continue to ask about the topic just now? I'm very interested in Lord Arthur's past."
　　
　　 "Oh, really, your majesty is very interested in your majesty?" Lansi stroked her cheek as if she had discovered the new world, her eyes bulingbuling shining brightly.
　　
　　 "It's [in the past] I am very interested." I stepped back, biting word by word.
　　
　　 "That's a pity, after all, you are the mount appointed by your majesty."
　　
　　 "It's not a pity at all. Anyway, what does this have to do with the mount? I didn't want to be this mount, I just agreed to be troubled."
　　
　　 I didn't expect that I had just finished speaking, Lans was even more excited: "Yes, yes, that's it, when Tracy just became your majesty's mount, she also said exactly the same thing, right, Bella!"
　　
　　 "Yeah." A mosquito-like soft nasal sound came from behind Lansi: "Completely, exactly the same."
　　
　　 "Right, Bella's memory is superb. It is known as the mobile living library of our elves. She said that it must be."
　　
　　 "What about that? It's just a coincidence." I feel that the topic has been dragged to the horizon, but I can't get it back. Oops, it's the type I'm not good at.
　　
　　 "Don't look at what your Majesty looks like now, she is a super beauty in our elves."
　　
　　 "So why did it matter to the beauty again? Does it matter?"
　　
　　 "Of course it matters. As a mount, isn't it a matter of course to like the owner?"
　　
　　 "What kind of logic is this?"
　　
　　 "Tracy said it, because the tone is so positive that I remember it."
　　
　　 "I think you were brainwashed by her."
　　
"That's a shame."
　　
　　 "So it's not regrettable at all to say, why does the topic have to involve this kind of thing? I just want to be a simple mount."
　　
　　 I added one sentence in my heart: By the way, be a manual control.
　　
　　 "Because, Your Majesty is too tired." Lansi sighed in frustration.
　　
　　 was shocked, the topic turned abruptly back!
　　
　　 "I feel that if you do this, your majesty will be even more tired."
　　
　　 "But, it is clearly stated in the book that love can make people forget pain and fatigue, right?"
　　
　　 "This... can't be completely denied." I hesitated for a full three seconds before nodding vaguely. For example, no matter how hard I work, I can be full of energy as long as I see the girls.
　　
Although it will become more tired the next day, sometimes even the cheeks can be seen slightly, as if the depression of malnutrition, if the little fox is present, there will be a series of suspected frame dropouts with spacewalks and so on. The suspicious phenomenon.
　　
　　 "If your majesty can find what you love, you should be able to forget sadness and exhaustion, right."
　　
　　 Lansi and Desi stepped forward together, speaking innocent and innocent words like a pure girl, but their eyes were not innocent and innocent, but sad and pleading.
　　
　　 is like begging me to nod, even if it is false.
　　
"You guys..." The sudden change in the style of painting, for an instant, never chattering, walking towards a serious and sad atmosphere, also let me see the serious side of Lans and Dais as maids, just a change of eyes. You can see how much they care about and love their master.
　　
　　 Only before Mingming had he mercilessly complained, and ran away King Arthur.
　　
　　I suddenly thought of a possibility. Maybe they just want to dismiss King Arthur and discuss these topics with me again? Thinking deeper, maybe the little King Arthur also knew their abacus, so he pretended to faint in the toilet and walked away?
　　
　　 I turned out to be the one with the lowest EQ!
　　
　　 "So, can your Highness understand? Your Majesty was too tired, so he chose to give up everything and the ideal homeland that should have belonged to her, because the ideal homeland cannot make her forget tired."
　　
　　 After a pause, Daisy clenched her fist and added affirmatively: "Only love can."
　　
　　 No, I think it's difficult to love at that level.
　　
　　 "Didn't Lord Arthur already dominate the mainland at that time? It was really painful and tiring during the battle, I can imagine, but at the moment of victory, I was overwhelmed by exhaustion, and it would be a shame to give up everything."
　　
　　 "This is not the case. Your Majesty, victory is glorious, but it can't ease the exhaustion of your Majesty's heart."
　　
　　Perhaps I feel that this is still incomprehensible with my IQ. Lansi changed the way: "Perhaps, your majesty can also understand your majesty's exhaustion as guilt."
　　
　　 "Guilty?" I was shocked, and looking at the top of my head, the little king actually knew how to write guilt?
　　
　　 "Why feel guilty."
　　
　　 "In your majesty's view, in order to unify the great cause, killing too many people who should not be killed is guilty."
　　
　　 "Some people are not villains, and they have never even committed any evil. They are just ignorant and stubborn. They stand in front of your majesty's chariot, and eventually become souls under the sword."
　　
　　 "One, two, one thousand, ten thousand..."
　　
　　 "One race, two races, ten races, one hundred races..."
　　
"Every war, Your Majesty is at the forefront. Everyone thinks that she is bloodthirsty and warlike. In fact, she just wants to bear the sin of killing alone. Your Majesty is so persistent and even crazy. Among the twelve knights, only Blue Lahero alone, with a more crazy attitude, can help your Majesty share one or two."
　　
"His Royal Highness may not know. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Lan Laghero is not bloodthirsty. It is better to say that at the beginning, the blue Laghelo we just met was a gentle gentleman who couldn't bear to kill even flies and mosquitoes. Maiden."
　　
　　 "The gentlest person, the most merciful king, has turned into the craziest executioner.
　　
　　 "The Murder King, the ghost of the extinction, one by one irrefutable nicknames are buckled on Your Majesty."
　　
　　 "Your Majesty often tells us that if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."
　　
　　 "In the end, she propped up the crown, but at the same time, she took it off."
　　
　　 "Because this crown is full of dead souls."
　　
　　 "Even if the water of the holy lake is drained, the blood on your Majesty's body cannot be washed away."
　　
　　 "I remember that once your Majesty joked with us rarely, she pointed to the holy lake and said: If I jump down, the holy lake should be called the blood lake."
　　
　　 Lansi and Daisi, you can say a word to me, and describe the past history and some important fragments. Just a few words can already form a magnificent picture soaked in blood in your mind.
　　
　　 In the picture scroll, the person who wielded the sword of victory rushed forward, stepping on the blood path, killing and cutting decisively. There are corpses in front of and behind him, as if the blood on the canvas is flowing from her body and from the sword's edge.
　　
　　 Her lines gradually became clear, her colors gradually became fuller, and her tears gradually became red...
　　
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