Fei stopped his chopsticks, looked at the black iron box in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then looked up at the Coquettish Witch, and asked with a smile: "There is no free lunch in the world. This is a truth that even bards understand. Now if I accept this gift, will I have to pay the corresponding price?"
"What, are you afraid?"
The witch exhales like blue, her voice is lazy, and her flirtatious eyes are very provocative.
"Actually, this type of data letter does not mean much to this king. A real strong person only believes in his own strength. No matter who the opponent is, he can kill him with one punch!"
Fei spoke imposingly, but his hands were not slow at all. With a flash of silver light, he put the black iron box into the storage ring.
"You... Your Majesty is really the king with the most personality Paris has ever seen!"
Seeing this scene, the coquettish witch was speechless for a while, despising Fei.
"Thank you, thank you!"
His Majesty the King has no humility, facing the stunning beauty in front of him, he is not moved at all, and even "brazenly" put the ugly words ahead of time: "I think what you really want to say should be that this king is Have you ever seen a rogue king? Haha, it doesn’t matter, anyway, this is something you forced on me. In order not to make you sad, this king reluctantly accepts it, but don’t expect me to give you anything in return.”
Paris stood up coquettishly and poured another glass of wine for Fei, with a charming smile on her face: "Well, you guessed it right, I really want to say that His Majesty is the most rascal king I have ever seen, no one!"
Fei rolled his eyes, drank the nectar in the cup, looked at the bright moon that had risen slowly outside the window, and suddenly felt emotional: "Not long ago we fought with steel knives to kill each other, but now we are sitting together Qingqing, me and me, fate is really wonderful, are we turning enemies into friends?"
"What are you talking about, Your Majesty, what you said is really rude."
A trace of anger flashed across the beautiful eyes of the witch. This woman, when she was quiet, possessed a deadly magic power, sometimes noble, sometimes pure, sometimes warm, sometimes seductive, her temperament varied, and there was no jerky and abrupt transition. The feeling of a generation of stunner is intoxicating.
Fei chuckled, and his words were so honest that it was outrageous: "Haha, it's an old problem. When I see beautiful women, I always habitually flirt with them... By the way, speaking of it, Chambord City can be obtained within the twenty-mile camp area." An excellent camp near the river, I think about it, it should be arranged by you!"
"Since your majesty knows it well, you should be able to feel his heart!"
The temptation of the witch is here again.
Fei gently tapped the table with his fingers, and his expression suddenly became serious: "Your affairs have nothing to do with me, as long as you don't mess with me, I won't get involved."
"What if at a critical moment, Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess asks His Majesty to take action?"
Paris asked with a half-smile.
Fei was silent.
After a while, I slowly replied: "If her life is in danger, I will help her."
A strange look flashed across Paris's face, as if she was very satisfied with the answer, but not very satisfied. This weird expression flashed away, but Fei didn't notice it, and the witch's expression soon became serious. Get up and ask, "If my life is in danger, will you save me?"
"meeting!"
Fei's answer was straightforward.
"Oh why?"
"Because you are a beautiful woman. As a person, I can't bear to see beautiful things being destroyed in front of me by some ignorant guys. Because I don't like tragedies!"
Fei seemed to be full, wiped his mouth, and drank the last glass of wine in front of him.
Paris smiled happily: "That's great, Your Majesty, now, please save me!"
"What?"
Fei was taken aback.
At this moment, inside and outside the restaurant, there was a sudden change—a dark, lightless crossbow arrow that seemed to melt into the night, shot out from the wall under the window, aiming at the temple of Paris who was smiling. The position, shot to.
This arrow did not have the slightest warning in advance, it was extremely sudden and extremely strange!
However, Paris seemed to have known that such a thing would happen a long time ago. She waved her sword, and the light of the sword pierced the sky like a horse. There was a soft ding sound, and a burst of sparks burst out in the darkness, containing terrifying power. The dark arrow in his hand was chopped into a pile of iron filings by the coquettish witch's sword.
Paris, the coquettish witch, has a peerless appearance that is easy to be overlooked, but in fact she is also a master.
"Swallow snag snag—"
In the next instant, countless dark arrows reappeared immediately, shooting through the wooden wall on the sixth floor of Fengyu Tavern like pear blossoms in the rainstorm, breaking holes the size of bowls, and aiming at Paris in the midst of the flying wood chips. The delicate body is coming!
The cyan flame is brilliant.
Paris's whole body was shrouded in this smoky blue color, and her wooden fighting spirit was running wildly. Her exquisite figure kept flickering out of unimaginable arcs. Cooperating with the long sword in her hand, she kept dodging or slicing the sky. The incoming dark arrows, the gentle and quiet hall on the sixth floor, the sudden burst of murderous intent, the urging of metal clashes and the splashing sparks, are like a violent symphony like a violent storm!
Paris's swordsmanship and fighting spirit are really extraordinary.
But the dark arrows coming from all over the sky seemed to be endless, like a swarm of hungry and bloodthirsty locusts, carrying a shadow in the dark night, covering Paris' delicate body.
At this time, the royal guards downstairs finally realized that something was wrong.
"Protect Lady Paris!"
The guards were startled and angry, shouting and stepping up the stairs, trying to rush into the sixth floor to protect the coquettish witch.
But at this moment, things changed again.
There was a sound of earth shaking, and the wall on the fifth floor exploded in a flash.
Six dark figures crashed into the wall amidst the sawdust all over the sky and attacked. The flickering sword light was cold, and the flames of various fighting spirits illuminated the darkness. Going up the stairs to the sixth floor, and then entangled the royal guards who were eager to support Paris, the two sides fought instantly, with swords and swords, screams, blood flying, and broken limbs falling...
Meanwhile, Paris, above the sixth floor, is finally in trouble.
Three sharp sword lights shattered the wooden wall, and pale white sawdust flew like falling flowers. Accompanying the three sword lights were three assassins who were also covered in black scales. After a while, before Paris, the coquettish witch, had time to take a breath, the three of them attacked the seductive and seductive figure covered by the blue flame like ghosts!
"Kill! Kill! Kill—"
Three low shouts, like the sound of dying from the darkness of hell.
Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang—Paris looked dignified, wielding her long sword, her white robe fluttering, her blond hair leaped like a burning yellow flame, her figure was light and graceful, and the sword light left silver streaks in the air to protect herself The delicate body was fighting fiercely with the three assassins, the sound of intensive sword clashes came, and in the hall on the sixth floor, dazzling sparks splashed in all directions, like fireworks blooming in the darkness , Magnificent and bright.
During the whole process, Fei sat quietly in front of the small sandalwood dragon-shaped table.
The dark arrows that came all over the sky almost smashed the front wall next to the small table. Fei was naturally also within the range covered by the dark arrows, but Fei's performance far surpassed that of the coquettish witch Paris. He sat on the spot without moving, the sharp dark arrow, which could pierce through the five-finger-wide hard wooden wall, and remained undiminished, one meter away from his body, suddenly seemed to be plunged into an invisible swamp. Difficult to move forward, ripples like transparent water waves appeared in the air, and the dark arrows all fell to the ground.
The torrential rain was killing intent, but Fei remained motionless.
Until there was a sound of rubbing a sharp sword being dragged by someone, another person appeared.