Chapter 11

Pandora, you finally fell into my hands...

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As it turned out, Caesar was still a kind person, and at least he could understand other people's feelings. Anyway, he hugged Joan of Arc and went to the corner where he was hiding, and finally hid in the blind spot where only the king of heaven was...

Of course, facts have also proved that before doing good deeds, Caesar always had to clean up the cheaper he considered. (..com_%%)

"Don't rub the kid and go and follow me." Joan of Arc paid close attention to the pianist's every move... Well, this was just to distract himself. Caesar's face rubbed against her face, making her very uncomfortable... Well, it was really uncomfortable, but the barbarian's vigilance was unexpectedly severe. Even if he tried to break free now, he would be firmly controlled by his counterattack. In this case, Joan of Arc had to compromise again, "She must have gone to my house..."

"You two didn't live together?" Caesar said strangely.

Although it was autumn, Joan of Arc's clothes were still neither thick nor thin. The strong men had the privilege of wearing less clothes. As long as his ice resistance was evil enough, Saints even had the element resistance to resist this perverted skill, they achieved the achievement of "a bubble in the wind in the wind in the Arret Mountains without freezing and not being frozen" and "the Temple of War was produced for ten thousand years". Therefore, the king of heaven naturally did not wear much. Joan of Arc was an eighth-level witch, and with the beauty of the female, he naturally didn't want to wear bloated, so he was still cheap in the end. Caesar... The king of heaven rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, and indeed, compared to other girls, he really felt one person.

No matter how you plant, you always hold someone in your arms, and I feel very good...

"You can only make girls hate you..." Joan of Arc sighed softly.

"...Anyway, you have hated me for no reason, so what should I care?" Caesar smiled and explained the barbarian's straightforward philosophy, "So, you should just do it obediently."

"That kind of thing is said..." Joan of Arc sighed helplessly, "Hey, it's all good, follow..."

"Yeah, yeah... kiss me first..." Caesarboh printed on Joan of Arc's face. Joan of Arc rolled his eyes and was unmoved. Caesarton felt bored, "Hey, you won't shout or not, it's boring... If you don't kiss me next time, I won't move..."

"you"

In this strange atmosphere, following Joan of Arc's guidance, Caesar relied on his feet to go around the road to the backyard of Joan of Arc's house, and then quietly entered the room from the back door. It would take a long time for the pianist to get here. Caesar walked to the window and looked at the view outside the window.

Several old hens were looking for food back and forth, flapping their wings from time to time. The two puppies were lying bored on the ground, staring at the moving old hens. There was a bleating sound from the sheep pen, but it was the noise of the sheep, with several acres of vegetable fields planted on the side, and there was even a small pond not far away. It seemed that it was living water. The careful digging and site selection allowed the clear springs in the mountains to merge into it. Joan of Arc could make the place very colorful, and he was really interested.

"She's here." Joan of Arc shouted softly and looked out through the gap in the door. The pianist slowly came from a distance until he entered the courtyard. She did not enter the door. The two puppies were circling around her, sticking out their tongues intimately. She was not moved, but just stood quietly and did not go in. Caesar and Joan of Arc hid in the door, peeking out the situation outside through the gap in the door.

"...Joan of Arc, twelve years, finally something uneasy has broken this peaceful day." The pianist whispered, she was silent for a moment, but Joan of Arc in the room said nothing.

"Are you angry? You are blaming me for admitting defeat if you don't even compete... But as Pandora said, we have a conclusion in our hearts. I can't reach her state of mind for life, nor can I be as ruthless as her..." The pianist sighed in a low voice, "It turns out that I don't know anything about this world. Life is precious, and the world is so beautiful. Although glorious, I can't escape the sorrow of destruction in the end. She looked at this colorless world and recorded everything with her piano. I really never thought of such a thing... Although I have lived in seclusion on the mountain for many years, I have truly experienced the beauty and touch of the world, but all this is so fragile in Pandora's piano sound..."

Caesar rolled his eyes, the disdain in his eyes was obvious, and doubts also surged from his heart. What the pianist said was arguably true, but if he understood it carefully, he could lead to many amazing speculations.

"... Perhaps, the night you and I first met, my mood might have allowed me to suppress Pandora's piano sound, but I remembered clearly that night, but the feeling was vague at that time... I saw you, you also saw me, I was going to kill someone, but I saw you, you were covered in blood, but I smiled at me. That feeling was really... But I lost my heart at that time..."

"That night twelve years ago was the first encounter between the two... After that, the seven holy land's control over Joan of Arc was cut off. If it weren't for the accident today, Joan of Arc would probably not have been able to come out." Caesar was puzzled, "Then what happened that night? And this little girl looked like she was only fourteen or fifteen years old... Hello, is another pseudo-loli?" She didn't jump.

"Joan of Arc, I'm here to say goodbye to you today." The pianist was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "Although your secret injury has not healed, you are more than enough to protect yourself. If you add me as a zero-fighter, you will probably be implicated. Instead of being hostage-involved in your mood, it's better for us to part with you. Although we want to fight side by side with you,...ah..."

"...Silly, you can only interfere with her mood even more." Caesar glanced at Joan of Arc, but at the same time he had to admit that the pianist looked like a little girl, but he was very determined in his work. He was really an amazing guy. The reluctance and worries in her words were sincere, but he could get out without hesitation. It was really not.

"... From Pandora, I can probably guess the weight of their accomplices. You and Caesar join forces to defeat them effortlessly, but you must beware of the demons' treacherous and ruthless powers. I wrote some of them, which should be helpful." From the gap, the pianist put a few pages of paper on the ground, pressed them with a stone, and then said softly, "Joan of Arc, I am very happy with you in my life... Don't worry, as long as I can complete the music that is enough to heal your soul scars, then no matter how far I am, I will rush back to you, so goodbye."

She turned around and was about to leave. Joan of Arc finally couldn't help it, pushed the door and rushed forward, slapped the pianist on the back of the neck. The little girl was really like an ordinary person without any resistance, and was knocked unconscious by Joan of Arc without any resistance. The witch gently hugged the silver-haired girl in her arms, with soft brilliance in her eyes, but Caesar walked towards the position of those pieces of paper.

"This is..." The king's pupils suddenly shrank. As the pianist said, all the information about Pandora and his group of demons was recorded here. From their appearance to their martial arts skills, and even the origin of the power attribute family, they were very clear. Pandora, Radamandis, Minos, Badarenin... Compared with the information Caesar recorded that night's war, it was absolutely true.

And as the king expected, in the battle that night, the few people who were the core combat power did not take out all their strength.

Of course, it was expected. He was the eighth-level master of hell. Although he was suppressed by the World Stone to the seventh level, he would not be weaker in any case. Even Pandora seemed to have hidden considerable power.

"... Interesting." Caesar slowly lowered the paper, then turned his eyes to Joan of Arc. The shepherd carried the pianist into the bedroom, removed her coat, covered her quilt, and then walked out the door. Caesar pointed to the paper on the table, "She is not an ordinary person. A casual look at Pandora can infer the information of her accomplices to the point of being right. Even their strength and fighting habits were known. If they were considered ordinary people, humans would have unified the universe long ago."

"She has given up everything, and I can't let her return to her original life." Joan of Arc shook her head firmly, "She has helped me far more than I have helped her. Without her, I might be dead now."

"But this is not the point of the problem. Since she has all this, it means she may have more." Caesar interrupted her, "I will fight against hell in more than ten years, and the Seven Holy Land needs more information."

"The saints will definitely do her things, but now, she is just an ordinary little girl. Please don't disturb her life." Joan of Arc's voice finally revealed his weak weakness.

"It's important, I want to confirm it myself." Caesar said solemnly, "Although you are not so nervous, please understand my difficulties. When things come to this point, I am not me."

"No need to be so troublesome, then let's learn about the power of the Saints of His Highness the God of War." Joan of Arc took a deep breath, and the invisible power slowly dissipated. "I don't care about anything else. Whether human survival or not has nothing to do with me. I just want her to live well..."

Caesar looked at Joan of Arc and shook his head and felt a headache... But foreign enemies are not suitable for fighting now. I have an idea here, no matter what, I need to do this."

"matter?"

"I promised to help you, so I will do it." Caesar pondered for a moment, "Give you two choices. First, send the pianist to me, and I can guarantee that I will not touch her before resolving this matter, so that the weak links can be protected. Second, let her stay with you, and I cannot stay here all day, the invisible risk will obviously increase."

"In this way, we will solve those demons, and we will discuss the problem of dealing with this pianist." Caesar smiled helplessly, "This is the biggest concession. I will put my promise here. I will not regret what the King promised."

"...You, to do this?" Joan of Arc lowered his head, his eyes a little confused.

"Because you are a witch, you are c.c." Caesar whispered, "Three, the mother king raised me, without her, there would be no me now. c.c appeared when I needed warmth the most, and also let me be a king to take on what I should bear. My future wife, leave my descendants for me and leave my inheritance... I owe these three for the rest of my life."

"No...I think you will owe a lot of girls." Joan of Arc looked at him with a strange expression.

"That's right... whoever wants to give birth, I will feel very painful." Caesar waved his hand seemingly generously.

"I don't want to give birth..." Joan of Arc muttered softly, so light that even Caesar couldn't hear clearly.

Then Caesar chose to question for granted, and then naturally caused a roar. Joan of Arc came to the bedroom and watched the pianist for a long time. The little girl fell asleep quietly, with a few strands of silver hair on her forehead, making her look weak and quiet.

"If you want to come again, you can take her to you by the way. It should be fine." Joan of Arc stroked the pianist's forehead lovingly, "Let her sleep here for a night tonight, I'll explain to her.

"No problem." Caesar nodded. Now there is a group of specialized houses in the temporary residence, and there is also the largest *oss. If it really doesn't work, you can use food to bring a foodie nun here... I'll order a bunch of takeout at home and let Indyx eat slowly. The magical directory of the Dome of Sky, such a thug can beat any invading enemy to the point of urination.

...Well, probably, because I've never seen Indyx take action.

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After saying goodbye to Joan of Arc, Caesar just wanted to go home for dinner. He was about to call for the dragon and lion, but was called by the lion who had been dominated by the lower body for most of the time...

The dragon and lion seemed extremely excited in the spiritual link, jumping up and down, but unfortunately he could not express too complicated meanings, but Caesar still guessed its meaning with his powerful brain-stimulating ability.

...It turns out that Long Lion thinks that his behavior during the day has caused trouble for the boss. With Long Lion's moral integrity, of course he feels guilty about this matter. Caesar didn't even say a word of blame, which made Long Lion feel very embarrassed...

I feel good, but I have implicated you, the elder brother, and even the things you have to do have become tricky. Of course, I have to compensate you as much as possible. I have brought you a female creature, well, there is a big, big...

...In summary, the dragon and lion are strong [beep--] Joan of Arc's sheep. Although it was very pleasant, Caesar was inexplicably hated by Joan of Arc. In a compensatory mentality, the dragon and lion also found a strong [beep--] partner for Caesar. Okay, okay, the rogue logic of the dragon and lion... It's so superior

But this thought continued until the roaring dragon and lion rushed to the roaring Caesar.

"Damn it's Pandora." Caesar looked at the dragon lion holding the mouth. His loose black hair was flowing in gorgeous colors in the sunset. His smooth and white calves were exposed a little from the long skirt due to angle problems. Her dress was a lot damaged for some reason, but it made her more charming, "...Dragon lion, did you do it?"

A negative answer came from the spiritual link. Caesar held Pandora in his arms and looked at her face carefully, but suddenly became stunned - Pandora now looked extremely painful, as if she was enduring the torture of her soul.

For some reason, while Caesar hugged her, it seemed as if he had turned on the switch. Tears suddenly flowed out of Pandora's eyes, cold sweats were on her forehead, and she suddenly started whispering, but she seemed to be speaking demonic words. Caesar couldn't understand at all, but looking at the painful expression and rapid tone, it showed that she was experiencing a terrible nightmare.

"Meng is born from the heart... She must have encountered extremely sad pain before..." Caesar did not let her calm down. She closed her eyes tightly, but tears flowed out, and she could not speak in a word. She was speaking the devil's words, anxious and fast. Caesar was completely unaware of what he said, and only the nightmare in front of her was in a painful nightmare and could not extricate herself.

For some reason, he remembered her piano sound, full of despair like abyss.

"…Scenario." Caesar looked at the demon in his arms innocently, a little confused.

Logically speaking, the other party was a high-level demon, saying that they were all big enemies, and it was already soft-hearted not to take the opportunity to kill her. It was normal for her to let her die by herself, but her painful expression and the sadness that were so strong that she thought it was a big rock that suppressed Caesar's body heavily and made him unable to go anywhere.

"Wait for you to be so angry, I will go and meet you next time, but it's the enemy. Humph, I'm also a dignified king of the North. Killing a guy with no resistance is really too bad. Hannibal and the others will laugh." Caesar hesitated for a while, then made up his mind and said viciously to Pandora who was unconscious, "I'm so lucky. I'm catching up with a good guy like me... I do good things occasionally, but I really don't charge enough interest..."

He hugged Pandora tightly, and gestured his hand on his body, but he couldn't even touch it... It was true that everything happened along the way had changed a little, and it was not the reason for the dragon roar or something else... It was easier to be soft-hearted and meddled with other people's business... It was obvious that you are the first and second demon of chaos, no matter how ungrateful, it would be normal to stab him back after waking up... Forget it, if you dare to do this, I will break your neck directly..."

He sighed in a low voice so he said, this is not enough, but it's better to be stupid first... Dragon Lion, help me build a tent..."

Chapter 11

Pandora, you finally fell into my hands...

Chapter 11

Pandora, you finally fell into my hands...
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