The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich Chapter 539: Still Shura Field

undead's declining success seems to be that already announced the victory of the living, while the unknown mana fluctuations seem to declare that everything is not over.

Of course, for most people, the retreat of undead and already make them happy to celebrate victory, and even brave people are considering not to pursue.

While others in Xingmu City celebrated victory, a section of the city wall somehow turned into a no man's land.

Well, no one is a fool. Those murderous vines twisted in a ball are more effective than any obstacles. Even the high-ranking guards dare not come to find Roland.

There, the two women are looking at each other. They used to have a fellowship between teachers and disciples, and once were colleagues in dark anti-social organizations. Now, they are turning over each other for a man.

"You have the ability to grab a man, why don't you have the ability to open the door ...... how do you think if I sing such a vomit, I will be in trouble."

In fact, I have always regarded the so-called strong temperament as a joke, that one eye defeated the other's Willpower and the resisting Legend story. I was sure that it was not some dirty spiritual magic that used to confuse the other person, and then I put gold on my face .

At this time, I believed again, at least in the atmosphere where the two women are fighting, my escape instinct tells the life choices to shut up ... but why do I have one on this occasion? I have a strong desire and desire to make a joke to activate the atmosphere. Am I really a funny character?

[No, you are just keen to die. Some creature have a tendency to self-destruct from the beginning. 】

The vomiting of the system is as powerless as ever, but before I rebutted, I heard the words of Harloys.

"Roland, don't be a bystander, confirm my words, do you want to let the lie help? I'm here to help you. As long as you pretend to be with me, you naturally have reasons to refuse Aemila them, what do you want I already knew that. Would you like to go back and be a good man at home like this. Besides, even if I lie to you, can I still restrain you? We are the demon pet contract, you are the master! "

Speak. If you think about it, it seems more and more reasonable. It seems that I won't suffer anyway, so in the link of the soul, I gritted my teeth and said.

"Okay. I owe you this time."

Then brewing a bit of language, the lie of Normal is meaningless to Aemila, half a ring, I finally figured out what to say.

Some things, maybe I should have said it already.

"Sister Xue, in fact, I know all your thoughts, and I am very touched, but those previous marriage proposals were misunderstood. In fact, I did not treat you as a woman ... Well, I mean I help you Being a brother ... seems to be a bit wrong. I mean, instead of treating you as an opposite sex, it is better to be a confidant, who can say anything, and a brother who can pursue the essence of the soul and the trueness of the world ... "

Some words have some hesitation when exporting, but once you export, the more you speak, the more real, and the more you speak.

Perhaps because many things are not usually thought through. The process of speaking is a process of asking questions, but the process of speaking is not just convincing the other party. Convincing yourself.

"... I think about it, maybe it was just a misunderstanding or no malicious joke at the beginning, but now already hurts you. Some things, the longer you drag, the more harm. Sorry. These words I should have said it for a long time, it was all my fault, how can I get revenge, come on ... "

"I know."

I came forward with the courage to say the rejection, but it wasn't either the vine lock and the fierce question, but an understatement answer.

The witch with green hair smiled, as if longing for such an answer.

Of course, Aemila knows the intention of Roland. In front of the readers of the soul, Roland has not thought out carefully, and has been seen for a long time.

Before falling asleep, what hindered her from making a choice was what she didn't see through, but her own mind.

After Wake up in a long sleep, already sees the Aemila of his own heart, and has long been determined not to affect others.

Now, even if I receive a brother card, a good man card, and a ten move rejection card at the same time, for witches ...

"What do you think, it doesn't matter from the beginning."

The next moment, the wonderful feeling that the spinal cord passed over was not enough to match the witch's bright smile.

Aemila smiled, the corners of her mouth showed a slight arc, and the blood-red pupils were flame-like enthusiasm. A faint smile fluttered like a spring breeze, but like a flower blooming quietly.

The witch with green hair touched my cheek gently, red cheeks, like a young girl who just opened her sinus, but her head was printed on one side, and she felt that softness, and the trace of the red lips was probably long. Can't wash it down.

"I like you and want to be with you, that's enough."

A gentle smile is right in front of me. This is still when I touched my cheek suddenly and pinched again to determine if it was in a dream ...

"Sure enough, dreaming, I said, my school sister couldn't laugh so cute ... painful! Ahhhh! Relax me, my waist, my waist, it wasn't long before I realized it It ’s so painful! It ’s so terrible to laugh, she really is a real sister! ”

The next moment, the gentleness just disappeared without a trace. The sudden pain was very helpless, but the malicious look not only made me headache, but also locked my cat.

And this time, it ’s the same toothy bright smile, but it feels completely different. It was just a girl just now, and now just seeing it makes the vest cool, just like the killer who sent a greeting of death.

"So, what do you think of the stink cat? Since you said that you ran away with her, there must be a reason. Don't say I don't remind you that this cat is not generally cunning, and she is right Your favor, but not necessarily as much as you think. "

"Think about your future. Are you going to go back home now as a housekeeper, or continue to be a happy bachelor. Think about what you just promised me! Think about the Quest you haven't finished yet!"

Even if Harloys doesn't remind me of the contract I just made, I know what to say. I don't want to be inexplicably Epic heroes who were killed by vines or horses, and died of domestic violence.

"Dead cat ... I'm very happy with her ..."

While trying to squeeze out lines in my head, I realized that I never seem to look at a dead cat as a woman, and we meet again after a century, but it seems to start from killing each other.

"Is the heroine who was divided by thirteen when she appeared? It seems that the plot is familiar ..." (To be continued.)

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