Chapter 18: The continuation of ghosts and animals... The fallen cherry axe Washington!

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Caesar tied up Kuchulin with four horses to hold up his hooves, and the Dead Thorn Spear passed through the tied bottom of his hands and feet. The handle of the gun was placed on Caesar's shoulder, like a pig being picked. His Majesty the Heavenly King hummed the sheep tune and walked back, and the two puppies walked around, as if they were taking taming animals out for food, resulting in a good harvest.

Joan of Arc was sprinkling water on the vegetable field - not an irrigation, but a little sprinkling every day, and watering it every once in a while, which seemed to be better - the puppies first barked and rushed towards Joan of Arc in the vegetable field. Joan of Arc also put down the sprinkled water scoop, squatted down to welcome the two puppies that were flying.

"I'm back!" Caesar shouted, and while he spoke, he also walked around the lake and walked towards Joan of Arc.

"Welcome...uh, what is that?" Joan of Arc then discovered the blue unknown object that Caesar was picking with his gun.

"Well... I just picked up a homeless little bitch. Joan of Arc is so kind, he will definitely lend a helping hand. How about it, it's very cost-effective, the kind that is very easy to raise, keep three meals available, one small dog room, let these two puppies play with her every day, and occasionally reward a dog puppet. She is the absolutely loyal guardian of the house guard! What are you waiting for?" Caesar looked bewitching, "This guy is said to be very powerful! This dead spear is the family she had for her meals, a causal weapon, the destined destiny gun that was destined to be destined before it was stabbed out, and it is a real free gift!"

"..." Joan of Arc showed a very troubled look, "Hey, why did you bring back strange people?"

"Not surprising at all!" Caesar patted his chest, "And it's not a human, it's a bitch!"

"Always say something strange!" Joan of Arc angrily bounced Caesar's forehead. Caesar also rubbed Joan of Arc's head a few times. The Witch of Order said helplessly, "Don't you put down the person? Who is she?"

"It's just a little... OK OK..." Caesar raised his hand to surrender, "It's also about looking for you... but humans. You are quite popular, everyone is looking for you. After all, I have decided to find that Indyx seems to be..."

"You will protect me, aren't you?" Joan of Arc smiled slightly.

"That's right. No matter who wants to make your decision, you have to ask me first." Caesar was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"So...what is the reason for you to protect me now? The reason for c.c? Or is the so-called human gratitude to the witch clan?" Joan of Arc looked at Caesar and suddenly asked, her eyes staring at Caesar's expression.

"Is there a difference this...? But if Joan of Arc asks..." Caesar touched his head, but his mouth was covered by Joan of Arc's hand. The Witch of Order smiled complicatedly: "Now, I don't want to know the answer. Let me tell me when I parted... Caesar, let me tell me again in the future. During this period, I think you should think about it..."

Think about it... what do you think? Is there any reason to save people? Caesar was a little confused. He was about to speak, but Joan Ar's hand covered his mouth. His upper and lower lips moved, swept over Joan Ar's palm. The shepherd screamed and subconsciously pushed Caesar backward. Caesar was caught off guard and still relied on the strong foundation of the Saint Seiya to block the witch's push. He just took two steps back and stood firm. But, unfortunately, the king had no time to take care of Kuchulin who was still picked by him on the gun. The huge inertia force pushed Kuchulin, who was still in a coma, and flew back with the force of falling geese... It would be fine. If it were flat, the physical strength of a professional would not be too heavy to get some soil, but behind it was a small pond...

With a plop, it crossed the perfect arc. Kuchulin fell into the water. Burkeso, her hands and feet were still tied... Caesar looked at Joan of Arc, and Joan of Arc also looked at Caesar. The king laughed: "This... she is not lucky..."

"...Yes, my luck is really bad." Joan of Arc nodded blankly, then reacted and shouted loudly, "Why don't you save someone quickly! Save someone... you will drown! No, this matter is caused by me..."

"It's okay, it's okay, because he's a fool, he can't drown... Uh, I hate swimming..." Seeing that Joan of Arc seemed to have the idea of ​​going into the water to save people himself, although Caesar wanted to see the wet scene, but... how to say, he is not as good as that, or... Compared to seeing Joan of Arc and Kuchulin's wet body from afar, he prefers to get close to the wet body... Well, people should be content, right? As the saying goes, weigh the pros and cons, barbarians will never suffer any loss...

Caesar jumped high and leaped towards the bubbling place. He was in the north and did not like swimming, but it was still a compulsory project for barbarians. In the underground caves of the Arret Mountains, there were glaciers that went north to the Sea of ​​Shadows, and the legendary ice fishes - those were the favorites of the cat tribe, but unfortunately they couldn't get in.

Now in autumn, the lake water is cold. It is said that using cold water to sprinkle the face to wake up the unconscious person. Now it seems that it is effective. After Caesar saw Kuqilin's position clearly, the poor female spearman was rolling in the water, his eyes were anxious - it seemed that she had misunderstood her situation and thought that Caesar wanted to throw her into the lake and hide her body... It was the legendary wonton noodles.

Therefore, when I saw Caesar, the guy's expression was extremely complicated. He wanted to open his mouth and call for help, but a bunch of bubbles popped out like a frog. Then he closed his mouth tightly, but the look of asking for help had already appeared on his face.

...Isn't there a legendary dog-planing swimming method? Why are you so poor in water? Oh, I forgot, it turns out that your hands and feet are tied up, it's okay, hold on for a while, and I will come to save you soon...

Caesar is a Saint Seiya, whose perverted body power can compress huge gas and store it in his lungs. During the Battle of Tianlang Island, he used this hand to send out an unprecedented air roaring bullet, forcing Brunot, who controlled gravity, out of the air, but simply compressing the air for breathing. What's the point. But then again, Brunot, who was tied up by Caesar, was taken to the Temple of War North by Dragon Girl. The poor Gravity Magician was going to be a humanoid prop for a while, and used his gravity magic to help the new rookies of the Temple of War initially master the balance rhythm. It seems that he will stay in the Temple of War North for a while.

There is another thing - in order to prevent the ghost dragon from being embarrassed, Caesar took it all to himself in order not to let the ghost dragon make things difficult for him. But the Heavenly King was not the one who suffered a loss. In a private letter to the Xueshi Fortress, he openly claimed that the two eighth-level necromancers planned the death shadow plan first, tried to kidnap Youzai, but then attacked him without knowing how to die. He deserved it - he was too lazy to even make up the reason carefully. The whole letter was filled with the scoundrel aura of "I believe it anyway, I believe it or not." The Xueshi Fortress felt embarrassed, and the second was that the death shadow was really not easy to make. Moreover, it was involved in the Heavenly King and the Dragon King, and it was related to the Diapolo incident with a strong confidentiality, so he had to turn big things into small things and make up excuses himself.

By the way, Caesar received a private letter from Shania about this matter—there were only four lines of characters in total, but four kinds of handwriting. The first kind of indifferent and deserted. Caesar recognized that Shania's handwriting was only three words—it was so naughty.

The second sentence has a gentle and gentle stroke, as if the fragrance of cherry blossoms spreads out - indeed, but it is done well.

The third sentence has an indelible edge in its softness - I didn't expect that His Majesty, the famous Heavenly King, was so unique.

The fourth sentence is that there is a little gentleness in the sharpness. In the lower part, I admire His Majesty's power.

... Needless to say, it must be the handwriting of Youyouko, the Nishijie Temple and the Little Demon Dream, but Caesar didn't know who wrote it, but he could still find out the hidden malice and blackness from it.

Needless to say, the first sentence is really naughty, the second sentence is indeed nothing too much... What does the third sentence mean? What is strange? If you want to mock me, you will completely throw away your integrity! Why do you think I have no integrity? If you want to say I have no moral integrity, just say it directly! And the last sentence, I admire my strength? That is to say, do you despise me for my character? I have beaten Diapolo for fifteen years for the Sanctuary Continent! Can you compare with me? Can you compare? Can you compare?

...Uh, I was distracted, and Caesar came to his senses because a foreign object touched his body. When he looked closely, Kuqilin was already red and could not use force to his hands and feet. He could not float to the surface with his body's strength alone. Originally, according to the professional's lung capacity, he could last for a few hours, but Kuqilin was still in a coma before falling into the water and had no sense of storing air at all. To be honest, she has been very awesome until now by relying on her breath.

"Oh... Sorry, I remembered something else at once, so I'll take you up." Caesar wrapped around her waist and planned to float up, but the next moment... Kuchullin suddenly shook her body, waved her clockwise, and directly pointed her face at Caesar, then kissed Caesar's lips hard, and inhale hard - it turned out that way, she couldn't help it.

...What is this? I was forced to kiss again? Caesar let go of his mouth, and the air in his lungs surged into Kuchulin's mouth. The other party's face gradually became normal, but he was still receiving the air greedily. Caesar looked at her indifferently with a very pleasant expression. Although he knew how to breathe after holding his breath, looking at her expression, Caesar always felt like he was being molested.

Damn... I am the only one who is to molest others. Why is it your turn to molest me? As the evil thoughts come, my stomach is full of bad water and then it churns. A smile flashed in Caesar's eyes. I want air, right... I want air, right...

Caesar suddenly reached out and touched Kuchulin's chest hard. Kuchulin was shocked and opened her eyes wide. However, the unlucky thing was still in her mouth. Caesar closed his eyes slightly, his body shrank, and his mouth left Kuchulin's little mouth, making a strange mouth shape - well, okay, we usually call it the starting posture of the war roar...

A strong airflow broke through the powerful water pressure and opened a passage. The powerful battle roared the air column out of the water. The huge explosion broke through the calm lake and raised high water splashes. Kuqilin was at the forefront of the storm, how could she survive? She flew into the sky again in this unconscious short scream - by the way, this is the third time it has been flying... Caesar emerged from the water and wiped the water on his face, and laughed: "Oh, this luck is not good, bad..."

Joan Arc just glared at him, as if he was blaming Caesar for being bored, but the witch would not blame Caesar for Kuchulin's reasons - the witch clan has never been so bored. Joan Arc just shouted "Why don't you go change your clothes quickly" and ran towards Kuchulin's falling. In a sense, life is indeed the greatest. If Joan Arc ran to Caesar first, she would not be her.

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"Refresh, refreshing." Caesar climbed ashore, and the power of flame evaporated the moisture attached to his body from the inside out, and the steam was faint, like that. After a while, his whole body became refreshed. Joan of Arc had untied Kuchulin and took her back to the house to take a shower. The king coughed lightly and decided to see how Kuchulin was before she left the bath. No matter what, she had a responsibility... It was natural to visit her.

Well... The bitch is probably overly frightened and is still in a state of nervousness. I want to let go and don’t disturb them. Well, it’s okay to watch quietly... It doesn’t matter if you are open and honest, but it’s a bit rude and rude...

Caesar slowly walked to the door and quietly pushed it open - he ran into Joan of Arc who was sitting in the living room.

"Where do you want to go?" Joan of Arc smiled, but there was a murderous aura between his eyebrows.

"I haven't gone anywhere! You guys are all in, what am I doing outside?" Caesar waved his hand, his face calmly, as if nothing happened, "How is that guy? Really... this guy was too careless..."

"..." Joan of Arc stared at Caesar. She knew what Caesar wanted to do, but there was no evidence. She couldn't help but shook her head and sighed, "Forget it... you really made people difficult. She is a girl, so you can't be a little bit sensible..."

"Oh, pay attention next time, pay attention next time." Caesar nodded and responded casually. Since Joan of Arc was here, the calculations were mostly hyped. Caesar gave up his thoughts and sat next to Joan of Arc. "Don't make a sound later, I'll ask her."

"I know, I'm responsible." Joan of Arc nodded obediently. She must be on Caesar's side if something happened.

Put down a capable blue ponytail, and no longer wears the wet clothes. Kuchulin is wearing Joan of Arc's daily home clothes at this moment, with long blue hair spreading on her shoulders, and a pair of huge things supporting her clothes swaying left and right. Usually, she doesn't have any interest in dressing like a warrior, but this kind of peasant girl's dress is very good, very good.

And this is clearly a completely different size of breasts than before... Your sister, it's true that she's tangled with stupid things! Shatilaisa doesn't tangle her breasts yet! You, a female spearman, dare to tangle that thing! I've said it a long time ago! The so-called tangled breasts are as stupid as Mikoto Misaka's safety pants! No... let her go if she discharges the girl's underwear. Only this kind of behavior of binding beautiful breasts is absolutely unforgivable! This is war! This is heresy! This is fucking!

Seeing Caesar's wolf-like gaze, Kuchulin obviously shivered, ran back to the door, poked her head out, stared at Caesar carefully, looking like a pitiful puppy, Caesar sighed and waved to her: "Come on, come on, talk... don't force me to go over! Otherwise you don't even have to wear clothes..."

"Woooooo..." She made a pitiful voice and slowly moved towards Caesar, and a strange breath came out of her body. Well, the writing "Don't bully me" reads "Come and bully me".

"Come on, let's introduce yourself. I know who you are... Kuqilin. But I'm more interested in your specific information, such as the bust... Ahem, it's the origin." Caesar nodded pretendingly, "Then, as my sincerity, let's introduce the information of both of us first, bitch."

"It's not a bitch! It's Kuqilin!" Although this refutation was still the same, it was obviously much weaker...

"I know the bitch." Caesar nodded, then pointed at himself. The fury of the Thunder King fell into his hands, and turned casually, causing a strong wind, "My name is, Washington, the Axe of the Falling Cherry Axe! This is my wife, Joan of Arc, the Witch of Order. Well, we have lived in seclusion here before. Judging from your appearance, we are actually here to find her. Don't you want to say anything?"

...During this period, Joan of Arc kept pinching Caesar's waist with his hands. Unfortunately, the witch was reluctant to exert force, but Caesar was too thick-skinned, so he had no reaction. Washington looked mysterious and stared at Kuchulin with an unfathomable look.

...How to say, the Death Thorn Spear is still inserted outside. Ku Qiulin has no weapons, but is not wearing a combat suit. It seems that the clothes and lack of breast wrapping make Ku Qiulin weaker, and even the majestic temperament between her eyebrows is gone, but instead gives her a different charm. At this moment, Ku Qiulin is in a state of hesitation, supporting her hands on her knees, twisting her body: "That...that...me...me..."
Chapter completed!