Chapter 539 Still Shura Field

The retreat of the undead seems to have announced the victory of the living, but the ominous fluctuation of magic power seems to announce that everything is not over.

Of course, for the vast majority of people, the retreat of the undead has already made them happy to celebrate the victory, and there are even brave people who are considering whether to pursue it.

While other people in Xingmu City were celebrating their victory, a certain section of the city wall turned into a no-man's land inexplicably.

Well, no one is a fool, those twisted murderous vines are more effective than anything to stop them, even the high-level defenders dare not come to Roland now.

There, two women are looking at each other. They used to have a mentorship, they were once colleagues in a dark anti-social organization, but now, the two fell out because of a man.

"You have the ability to snatch men, why don't you have the ability to open the door... why do you think that if I sing such a rant, I will be in big trouble."

In fact, I have always regarded the so-called strong temperament as a joke, the legendary story of defeating the opponent's will and resistance with one look, are you sure you didn't use some dirty spiritual magic to confuse the opponent, and then put gold on your face?

But at this time, I believed it again, at least in the current atmosphere where two females are fighting each other, my escape instinct told me that the best choice for survival is to shut up... But why would I There is a strong desire, want to make some jokes to liven up the atmosphere, am I really a funny character?

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

The system's complaints were as powerless as ever, but before I could refute, I heard Heloise's words.

"Roland, don't be a bystander, and confirm my words. Do you want to let lies go? I'm helping you. As long as you pretend to be with me, you have a reason to reject Amy and the others. What do you want? I knew it a long time ago. Are you willing to just go back and be a good man at home. Besides, even if I lie to you, can I still restrain you? We are a magic pet contract, and you are the master!"

heard the words. Thinking about it carefully, I feel more and more reasonable, it seems that I will not suffer no matter what, so, in the link of the soul, I gritted my teeth and said.

"Okay. This time I owe you a favor."

Then I brewed my language, ordinary lies are meaningless to Amyla, after a while, I finally thought of what to say.

Some things, maybe I should have said it long ago.

"Sister,

In fact, I know what you mean, and I am very moved, but the previous marriage proposals were all misunderstandings. In fact, I didn’t treat you as a woman... Bah, I mean, I help you as a brother... It seems like it’s still Something is wrong. I mean, instead of seeing you as a person of the opposite sex, it is better to treat you as a confidant, a brother who can talk about anything, a brother who can pursue the essence of the soul and the reality of the world together..."

There are some words that are hesitant when you say them, but once you say them, they become more real and smoother.

Perhaps, because there are many things that I haven't thought about at ordinary times. But the process of speaking is a process of questioning the heart, and the process of speaking is not only to persuade the other party. It is also convincing myself.

"...I thought about it. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding or a harmless joke at the beginning, but it has hurt you now. For some things, the longer you drag on, the more hurt you will be. I'm sorry. I've already said these words It's time to say it, it's all my fault, how do you want to get revenge, come on..."

"I know."

However, the rejection that I had the courage to say was not met with the vine lock and fierce questioning, but an understatement answer.

The green-haired witch smiled, as if longing for such an answer.

Of course, Amyra knew Roland's intentions. In front of the readers of the soul, Roland's little thoughts, which he hadn't sorted out himself, had long been seen at a glance.

Before she fell into a deep sleep, the only thing that hindered her from making a choice, she hadn't seen through, was her own will.

And after waking up from a long sleep, Amyra, who has seen her own mind clearly, has long made a decision not to be influenced by others.

Now, even if the brother card, good person card, and ten-moving rejection card are received at the same time, for the witch...

"It doesn't matter what you think from the start."

But in the next moment, the wonderful feeling transmitted from the spinal cord was no match for the witch's bright smile like a sunflower.

Amyra smiled, with a slight curvature on the corner of her mouth, and the passion like flames in her blood-red pupils, her faint smile was like a spring breeze, but it was like a quietly blooming flower.

The green-haired witch gently stroked my cheeks, her cheeks were flushed, like a young girl in love, but she lowered her head and imprinted her own marks on the side, feeling the softness, and the traces of the red lips may not be washed off for a long time up.

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

A gentle smile is right in front of my eyes, and this is when I suddenly touched my cheek and pinched it again to make sure if it was a dream...

"It really doesn't hurt, dreaming, I said, my school sister can't laugh so cute ... Pain! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It will hurt so much! Laughing so terribly, she really is a real senior!"

And the next moment, the tenderness just now disappeared without a trace, and the sudden pain made me very helpless, but the malicious eyes not only gave me a headache, but also locked on my cat.

But this time, it was the same bright smile with teeth, but it gave people a completely different feeling. Just now, I was a girl, but now just seeing it makes people feel chills in the back, like a murderer sending greetings of death.

"So, what do you think of the stealing cat? Since you said you eloped with her, there must be a reason. Don't say I didn't warn you, this cat is not ordinary cunning, and her affection for you , but not as much as you think."

"Think about your future. Do you plan to go back to be a househusband obediently now, or continue to be a happy bachelor. Think about what you promised me just now! Think about the tasks you have not yet completed!"

Even if Heloise doesn't remind me of the contract just now, I know what to say. I don't want to be inexplicably dismembered by vines or fed with human flowers. It's too embarrassing for an epic hero who died of domestic violence.

"Dead cat... I am very happy with her..."

While trying to squeeze out the lines in my mind, I realized that I never seemed to regard the dead cat as a woman, and when we met again after a hundred years, it seemed that we started by killing each other.

"The heroine who was divided into thirteen when she appeared on the stage? It seems that this plot is very familiar..." (To be continued.)