Chapter 632: Way back

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Chapter 632: Return
Kaylaar's hand reached behind her neck and gently lifted her up to make her more comfortable, and with a slight movement of her fingers, she didn't feel any abnormality, and his armor was removed Unzipped later.
It was a shame that the knight was disarmed.
She struggled: "What are you doing? Who are you?"
Kailar gently held her chest to stop her from struggling. He didn't know Altolia had done it hundreds of times, but this was the first time a man had done this kind of thing.
"You're squeezing your energy now, don't move ..." Kaylar scolded a few words.
He certainly didn't know that Altria would be so desolate after losing him.
This ending should already be the defeated dog in life, right?
But Kailar knew she was not defeated.
The rebels lost to their ambitions, but she was worthy of the people and worthy of anyone.
The thought of Kailar's heart was warm here.
The movement became more gentle.
He pressed her struggles, then pulled her breastplate and carapace out and tossed it aside, her right hand was as if there was no movement, and a slight swipe of her shoulder and armour would turn her left and right Both shoulder and armguards were removed.
This time, only the underwear was left on her upper body.
A silver-haired Altria struggled desperately with a blush on her pale face.
Prior to the expedition, knights could not wear too much because the armor was too heavy, and wearing a thin layer of underwear was already the simplest.
Her clothes were relatively thick, because at this time the armor was not polished, and the potholes inside looked very daddy.
But no matter how thick the clothes are, they can't stand a big war.
She had been sweating and sweating for a long time, and her sweaty clothes were sweating under the sweat. The raised area is raised at two points, and the raised area can be seen clearly.
Kaylar smiled softly at her. He didn't know how many days and nights the body was already in. He was too familiar to know him even where her sensitive points were.
This time is not the time with her, just like a cheetah chasing an antelope at full strength, 110 kilometers per hour is almost the fastest animal on this land, but the cheetah's cooling system is not so developed, so After running, not only will it consume a lot of energy, but the heat caused by the heart beating will not disappear so easily. It can be said that the cheetah is a weak state of hunting that stimulates potential after the outbreak.
And so is Altria. She was weaker than a cheetah when she fought hard.
She was desperate now, and her condition was even worse.
Kayla unbuttoned her comfortable skirt with a swipe of her waist.
The battle skirt can be regarded as ordinary. The battle skirt is mainly used to protect the crotch and the side of the body. Basically, every knight will wear it, but only she will wear a thick white inside the battle skirt. Leggings instead of knee armor.
Kaylar threw the skirt aside and touched her forehead. This woman really did her best to inspire the potential of her whole body.
Kailar has seen this fighting style that ignites the full potential of the body.
There was a period of time when Mikasa practiced exercises with Dinissa, this kind of fighting method that stimulated potential, and Kailar watched this kind of fighting method directly.
I have to say that this way of fighting is really amazing. Because in a short time, Mikasa was able to compete with Dinissa.
Among the big swords, the strongest and most talented is Dinissa, and among the humans, Kailar has never seen a warrior based on talents better than Mikasa.
Later, after exploring and learning, Kailar extended this fighting method to the entire army.
Sometimes the stimulating potential does have great sequelae, but I do n’t know if I can survive the next second on the battlefield. Where is the time to worry about the aftermath of the potential outbreak? Victory after living this battle!
However, this fighting technique is extremely advanced. Only the captain level in the entire Knights group can control this extremely advanced fighting method.
Altoria is now full of potential.
What a messy woman.
Kailar whispered in his heart, but began to feel grateful that he had learned to recover magic.
The white light in her hand slowly pressed the light into her body.
Her body was shrouded in warmth, then her eyes closed slowly. Slowly and deeply fell asleep.
"Huh ..." Kaylar hugged her horizontally, a standard princess holding her arms, watching Elusa say, "Let's go."
"How to get there?" Eliza looked at Kylar. Kaylar hugged himself for convenience and couldn't hold herself, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.
This woman occupied her place ...
Sometimes this is the case. Women can't compare. When they compare, they feel unbalanced, unhappy, and jealous.
Although I ca n’t say I like Kailar, shyness is certain, and now being jealous is also unpleasant that
things belonging to me have been taken away
.
"Hehe." A white round ball appeared around Kailar and surrounded all three, and then a pair of huge wings appeared outside the ball. Fifty or six meters of wings were easy to pat. Take three people to the sky.
"You guys still have this trick!" Elusa opened her eyes wide.
"This trick consumes too much magic ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I don't like it." Kaylar shook his head gently, he had never done this before, this is just the magic created now.
As a holy top ten, the creation of magic has become a familiar thing, and it is easy.
And he was right, the magic power was too much, he didn't like it.
He likes that kind of light and low-consumption magic. It has nothing to do with whether it is the top ten. Most magic is wasteful and unbridled, and many mages have one in mind: waste = conversion of high power formula.
In fact, these are all wrong.
Just as Kailar did before, what good is it to hit the enemy no matter how powerful it is? What's the use of a large range that can't break the enemy's defense?
It is for this reason that Kailar has developed a magic to carry the three people on their way home.
"My King?" With his Cambridge in his hand, Bedwell, standing alone under the tree, was astounded. (To be continued ...)