The dinner on the first day of Midwinter Festival is different from the grand and tedious on the second day and the reluctance on the third day; the dinner on the first day of Midwinter Festival, which is full of free atmosphere and can laugh loudly, is destined to be people's favorite; therefore, in On the morning of the second day of Midwinter Festival, all the people who had experienced a night of carnival curled up in warm quilts and enjoyed the rare morning openly; The lazy bed worker and the children uttered a word of reproach; after all, it only happens once a year, not to mention they are also lying in the bed!
Of course, not everyone is like this. At the gate of the ranger camp on the outskirts of Shaker, except for the rangers who had to guard the gate because of their duties, twelve petite figures were squatting in the field outside the camp. Outside the bushes; among them, the leading girl with a golden single ponytail was waving a branch and talking loudly to the rest of her companions.
"Lancelot, are you sure you want to do this?" Gawain, a reserve ranger, looked at his companion who was also a reserve, and tried his best to make the last effort: "If you do this, my lord..."
"Of course!" Lancelot interrupted Gawain's dissuasion, and vigorously waved the branch in his hand. At this moment, his cute little face was carrying an indescribable seriousness: "You must know that my lord is ours! Why give it to that guy!"
"But that guy and my sister should be in love!"
Gawain was not angry when Lancelot interrupted him, and he still spoke the facts objectively; and it is obvious that Gawain's words accounted for a certain proportion of the remaining ten people—looking at Bedivere who nodded A few, the angry Lancelot was stagnant; although there was anger in his heart, the remaining reason was still telling Lancelot that what her partner narrated was the truth!
But when she thought of the sad and tearful scene of her elder sister and the blushing scene she had seen before, her heart was full of awkwardness!
"But... but... my lord must not marry that guy who is like a pervert! I must protect my lord's happiness! That's right, I will protect my lord's happiness!" Lancelot said awkwardly. With a blushing face, he yelled at his companions with a small temper: "Are you going to help me?"
Gawain, Bedivere and the others glanced at each other, and finally nodded with a helpless sigh.
"Yeah!" After seeing his companions nodding, Lancelot immediately became happy: "We must give that guy a good look later!"
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Unlike Shaker, which is like spring all year round, in the bay, another heavy snow fell on the whole of Landingburg in the middle of the night on the first day of Midwinter; On the streets and roofs, until the morning of the second day of Midwinter Festival, the snowflakes were still falling scatteredly—the hooded cloak not only covered the beautiful face and enchanting figure of the witch; the warmth!
Of course, this kind of warmth was nothing to the witch in the past, but her situation is different now; everything needs to be handled with care!
what happened
Gently wrapping the cloak on her body, the witch looked at the closed sign hanging in front of the Devil Don't Cry door, and frowned slightly—doubt, which caused a trace of anxiety in her heart, and this trace of anxiety eventually caused uneasiness!
So that when the witch who hurriedly turned around and was about to leave found that she was being followed, she kicked the stalker to the ground the next moment, and at the same time pointed the purple muzzle directly at the other party's forehead!
"This... Miss! We have no malicious intentions!" Even though the gun was pointed at the forehead, the stalker remained calm; but when the stalker clearly saw the killing intent in the witch's eyes, he immediately made a wise choice. A compromise: "I'm just an innocent passer-by, at most I just collect some money and take care of someone else's house!"
Passers-by
There was a sneer on the corner of the witch's mouth, and the finger that was holding the trigger tightened slightly, and was about to pull it off, but when she heard the words behind her, her finger loosened; after looking up and down at the stalker, she asked coldly: "Whose subordinate are you? Don't try to deceive me, you little bastard! I know more than a hundred ways to find you after the fact, and I also know an equal number of ways to make you regret the lies you told today. Ten thousand times!"
"No problem!" The stalker who raised his hands above his head tentatively asked, "But, can you let me go first?"
The witch let go of the pursuer who was stepping on her feet with a soft snort, but the purple gun muzzle did not move away; and when she found that the other party supported his waist unnaturally at the moment of getting up, she immediately sneered , but the whole person stood in front of the other party as if he didn't see it.
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"Are you sure you don't need me to help you?" The female cavalry captain looked at Ye Qi who was limping down the stairs while leaning on the wall, and couldn't help but whispered: "Ye, no one here will see it!"
"It's okay, Else!" Ye Qi forced himself to smile at the female cavalry commander, "I'm just a little out of strength; and didn't you find that I was much better than when I was carried back last time when I was out of strength?"
After hearing Ye Qi's words, the female cavalry commander immediately snorted dissatisfiedly, but after seeing Ye Qi struggling to advance against the wall, she finally walked over, grabbed Ye Qi's arm, and supported Ye Qi Walking downstairs—Ye Qi struggled twice, and felt that the female cavalry captain had no loose arms, so he gave up wisely; looking at the female cavalry captain with a slightly complaining face, Ye Qi couldn't help but Silently smiled bitterly.
Ye Qi's wry smile was not because of his current state of exhaustion, nor was it because last night's harvest was too small—on the contrary, if he was serious, last night's harvest was very big for him!
After explaining the reason for calling him in the martial arts arena, Zhaka taught his own skills completely—Zhaka's teaching adheres to his own consistent style: fighting!
Non-stop fighting!
Of course, Zhaka, who has been wrapped into a mummy, is naturally unable to make a move; however, Kaqiu, who has already stood aside, is a rare partner; What's more, the resources of sparring personnel are so abundant that it can't be added—three-month-old or high-level or peak powerhouses are sparring partners, even for a family like Northstead, it is definitely an extremely extravagant thing!
His own cleverness, coupled with the three-person sparring partner, and Xhaka's detailed explanation-in this case, Xhaka's skills were quickly mastered by Ye Qi; however, this quick mastery is not without price; At least Ye Qi couldn't escape the lethargy after exhaustion!