Chapter 20: I ask you, are you my m?

"You just agreed?" Noel widened his eyes. She thought of various possible answers, perhaps cautious inquiries, perhaps ambiguous perfunctory, perhaps straightforward rejection, or perhaps further negotiations, most likely to be verbal sexual harassment with a sneering smile... But he would agree without hesitation when he did not expect this.

This made her, who claimed to be smart and clever, feel like she punched her in the empty space.

"..." Caesar looked up at the sky, "I'm just saying it, no one can do verbal favors..."

As soon as Noel grinned his teeth, he was about to rush over and bite people. Caesar laughed and said, "Don't do this...Don't do this, your expression will make me feel guilty... Just a joke. What are you doubting? Keep your words in your words if I promise."

"But you don't know what I want to ask you for help." Noel wondered.

"Don't you know who I am? You already believe that my status and influence can help you." Caesar shrugged, "To put it bluntly, you want to pull my tiger skin to make a big banner. Well, in principle, I agree."

"..." Noel stared at Caesar.

"What are you looking at?" There was something in the girl's eyes, which made Caesar feel uncomfortable all over.

"You have an attempt toward my youthful and beautiful body..." Noel said coldly.

"...Yes, I want to rub your breasts." Caesar covered his face and continued to follow Noel's words, "Please rub it for me..."

"Wrong..." Noel shook his head, "You should say that in a strong position, Humph, if you want me to help, let me rub your lewd pair..."

Caesar's hand slashed Noel's head, and the girl's knight made her head squat in tears. The Thunder King was condescending, looking down at Noel who was sucking and touching his head proudly, and said coldly: "You, answer me a question."

"Ah, what." Noel tilted his head and blinked.

A heart-pounding cold light flashed in Caesar's eyes: "I ask you, are you my m?"

"Who is m? You are m? Your whole family is m!" Noel jumped up, "And this joke is very bad!"

"There are fools who care about the details." Caesar pulled Noel up, "You still seem very worried... Do you not believe my promise or do you think there is no such cheap thing in the world?"

The straightforward question caught Noel off guard. Caesar smiled and reached out to rub her head twice: "When I was nine years old, I asked the old man a question, and I asked him, can I kill someone?"

"He told me, yes, kill whatever he wants, but he was hacked to death by a guy he didn't like because of killing people indiscriminately. No one stood up for you, and no one took you into corpse." Caesar smiled, "It took me several years to kill him to figure out what he meant back then. As long as I am aware of the consequences, I can do anything without any burden."

Noel lowered his head and thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he looked up again - Caesar's smile was still the same, but she was sure that she had never seen the same smile before, and contained something that made her miss. Suddenly, her nose was sore and she was about to shed tears. She understood what he meant. Although it sounded very powerful, it was just empty words in essence. But it was these empty words with unknown meaning that gave her long-lost An Ran and a sigh of relief.

She doubted his motive because she felt that no one could help her do anything in vain without paying.

Then he told her that if you are ready to bear the consequences, you don’t have to worry about anything.

For some reason, her heart was so relaxed.

Noel smiled at Caesar, turned around and left. Caesar was stunned for a moment, and shouted behind her, "Where is the promised Svia!"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow! Minister, I want to sort out the information!" Noel turned around, cleverly covering up the strangeness at the corner of his eyes, and stuck out his tongue cutely, "Also, for the sake of the holy light - just treat the kiss marks on his neck."

"Hip mark?" Caesar took out a mirror from his portable space and found a red mark on his neck, which was covered by his collar, and it was faintly visible. Judging from the size of the lips, it was Qi's handwriting - this stinky girl!

The kiss marks and other things accelerated the erosion of blood and disappeared. Caesar walked around the campus, but for some reason he lost interest. There were only four acquaintances on the campus. After walking around for a few times, he didn't meet any of them. The bored Thunder King decided to find a classroom to study his cultural subjects, but after staring at the textbook for three minutes, he chose to retreat. He still couldn't figure out what the editor wanted to say from the ghost painting talismans and long lectures...

"Hannibal is obviously a tough guy." Caesar threw the math textbook back into his portable space, and was indignant. "This grammar textbook is really difficult to understand!"

If the Beidi implements an academy-style education system in the future, textbooks and other things must be in line with the people's conditions...

Just like that... Caesar took out the book "Diamond Sucking Baby" from his personal space and read it with relish. It was a great idea to be able to absorb the slutty breasts with strange power from a woman's breast. Well, the breasts are indeed invincible, and the breasts are indeed just... Caesar wiped his embarrassing saliva and let out a burst of creepy laughter.

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...In the end, Caesar ran home with a beast because he read a strange book - it was because Caesar ran home because he was bored, and before he could pull Sakiya to do something strange, he was stuffed into a pillar of his arms by the maid.

"This is..." Caesar looked at the five or six long scrolls in confusion, and it took him a long time to react, "The foundation of the golden fur, this is a memorial to directly submit it to me for approval..."

...Let's see, there is a king here who forgot what the memorial looks like.

In fact, this cannot be blamed on Caesar, because in the administrative system of the North, the presence of the Thunder King has always been very thin. Since Caesar was crowned, all matters in the North have been handed over to the Heavenly King Palace, but everyone knows that the one who is in charge of the Heavenly King Palace has never been His Majesty Caesar. He has always been Princess Hero a few days ago. Since the Princess of the Wolf tribe went to war with the Thunder Army, the one who took over her position was His Highness Liuli of the Cat tribe. She is equally amazing and intelligent. Moreover, since His Highness Liuli brought Princess Lan to the General Office, the administrative ability of the Heavenly King Palace has become even more cruel.

In this case, it is really a terrifying thing that Caesar can still honestly criticize the memorials. In fact, both Hero, Wu Geng Liuli, and even Fei Ju and Yasuo Lan are very happy for their busyness today. This is why Fei Ju and Hero can attack Joan of the Eighth Level at the night banquet of the strong in the palace surrounded by powerful people. They have the right to be proud because it was they who helped Caesar to support the entire northern land. If there were no girls on the northern land side, Caesar would probably be bitterly reviewing the memorials in the Heavenly Palace - that would be fine. The key problem is that Caesar probably wouldn't understand what the memorial said.

After all, as Hero said, compared to a wise and versatile king of divine martial arts and omnipotent, Beidi needs a monarch who will never fail and always be at the peak. Continuously becoming stronger is what Caesar should do. As for government affairs, it is exactly the meaning of her existence after waiting for more than ten years.

"Why, I encountered something that even the little wolf couldn't handle?" c.c came over with a big pillow, "Then it's useless to find you."

"Go and go..." Caesar knocked c.c's head, "Don't underestimate me. There is one thing that I really only handled by myself. It's probably this memorial, well... it's true."

What about the rest? Of course, it is letters from home, letters from home and letters from home.

Caesar smiled and slowly unfolded the golden scroll.

"Introduction to Wang Yulan: The second revised version of the basic martial arts of the Thunder Army's power..." Caesar smiled slightly and unfolded the scroll. The pictures and texts were pictures and texts, and the concise patterns conveyed exquisite martial arts, accompanied by detailed force and move skills. Each move is simple and heavy, simple and efficient. This set of martial arts is about to become the daily basic work of the Thunder Army's power.

The name is also very simple, it is the basic martial arts - the Temple of War is the origin of martial arts in the world. The most powerful martial arts is not the sword blade storm hatred water sword dance battle victory or death, but rather a set of various combat skills named "basic". The Temple of War has achieved its ultimate in this regard, just like the combat skills practiced by Saint Seiya and Battle Dancer, which is composed of skills such as basic swordsman basic gun skills, basic hammer techniques, and looks ordinary, but these are the general outline of martial arts in the world.

These basic combat skills summarized by the first generation of Saints will gain new gains every time they practice. Saints probably don’t have to worry about how they can practice these basic combat skills, because the practice means that you have fully mastered the realm of the Immortal King and the barbarian sages of that year, which is basically unlikely.

But after all, it is a beautiful road and the greatness of the Immortal King. He not only reached the peak, but also transformed his own insights and realm into these basic combat skills, thus giving everyone the opportunity to become stronger.

It is said that by practicing basic swordsmanship to the top level, one can integrate human and sword into one and become a legendary bitch.

Well, based on the Dragon-Slaying Double Blades under the Bourkeso's crown, it can be inferred that the great Immortal King has already practiced basic swordsmanship.

...So, the so-called legends and unofficial history are basically traceable.

The first time I felt like I was reviewing the memorial... Caesar read the golden goatskin scroll carefully in front of the desk, and the flowing light in his hand drew a circle of golden pens, perfecting and supplementing the details and techniques. Shiliu Ye Saki stood quietly behind him, c.c rolling around on the sofa with a pillow, Yu sat on the other side and drinking tea quietly. For a moment, he could only hear the slight sound of tea sucking and the cute humming made by c.c when rolling. This guy's cuteness has increased again.

But... I always feel that this feeling makes people feel particularly comfortable and a peaceful feeling, which is very good.

He bit the tip of the pen, waved his left hand gently in the air, and evolved a method of storm force. After three consecutive times, he finalized his idea. This was one of the few memorials that Hero could not handle for Caesar in full, because no matter how talented and intelligent the wolf girl was, her IQ could not play any role in martial arts insights and strength cultivation. This set of basic martial arts was compiled by Caesar when he formed the Thunder Army. As a basic compulsory martial arts of the Thunder Army.

The masters of combat skills compiled the prototype of martial arts that was most suitable for the killing of the Beast Army in the vast number of classics and combat skills, and then delivered it to the Thunder Army General Staff Headquarters of the Expedition to Frank. The combat mad staff members whose muscles held the staff uniforms to make them shattered in order to rectify them according to the actual combat situation of the Thunder Army. After the rectification, they presented them to Caesar. Finally, they gave all the rectification opinions back to the arsenal, and finally finalized this set of basic martial arts that had been trained for thousands of times - not something that was practiced by barbarians, but a gift for the orcs.

With Caesar's hint and the acquiescence of the elders, the War God Temple arsenal, which has the richest records of combat skills and power on the mainland, served the orcs for the first time in ten thousand years - the Thunder Army had no barbarian combat power yet. The hundreds of barbarians in the army were either military observers or came to suppress the formation. They were all perverts directly under the War God Temple, and there were not many barbarian soldiers in the main city. Therefore, the definition of the Thunder Army's power in the Temple of War God was still the private army of the beast clan of His Majesty the Heavenly King.

It means a plate of bean sprouts - Caesar was also helpless about this. Although he could gradually eliminate the hidden barriers between the two tribes, compared to the barbarians, the weakness of the beast tribe is a fact after all. The proud barbarians may be able to recognize the glory of the beast tribes, but they will never look down on their power. It seems that it will take longer to make the barbarian warriors and even the Saint Seiya recognize the orcs as partners who fight side by side rather than friends who need protection.

"What are you thinking?" c.c narrowed his eyes and looked at Caesar's comments, his eyes lit up, "It's really a bit too bad. It seems that your growth in the past few months is amazing. At least this insight has already become a so-called master."

"Of course..." Caesar smiled complacently. Whether it was an angel or a demon, whether it was an ancient martial arts or folk inheritance of the dragon clan, he saw more and more visions. Besides, he not only saw it, but also experienced it personally. Every time he was a battle of life and death - the changes between the enemy's martial arts and his own mutual confirmation are enough to be described as a rapid progress.

"But here..." c.c picked up the pen and modified a few of them on a certain annotation. "In this way, will the flaws of returning to breath disappear? Change your thinking...and here...well, let me think about it..."

The witch of fate frowned slightly, and her long green hair drooped down her shoulders, and mischievously brushed across his nose. She noticed his gaze and smiled: "Are you surprised? I am an eighth-level witch after all. In terms of martial arts, although it is not as instinct as the witch of war, the witch's Night has its own unique features in the history of ancient times."

"Not surprised, I won't feel strange about what you do anyway." Caesar hugged c.c's waist, "I just think you've been much happier, this is a good thing."

c.c sat on his lap following Caesar's strength. The two looked at the scroll together and exchanged opinions on changes. The witch martial arts that took a different approach could indeed provide new ideas. Not only the changes in martial arts, but even Caesar himself was enlightened. The flowing golden pen was passed between the two of them. Finally, the two simply entangled their fingers and held the pen together. Then, the pen was unknown where the pen was left, and only the two of them were holding each other.

By the way, the other hand was indeed pressed by c.c, which was only very close to the chest... but it just couldn't get through. However, Caesar used the perseverance of the barbarians and was trying all his strength, such as rubbing and urging, and so on, especially the thing below, which was just pressing against the round, elastic and amazing buttocks...

In this ambiguous environment, the two of them were getting closer and closer, and they were about to kiss.

Then... this beautiful atmosphere was broken by a striking sound of armor that was shaking. When Caesar and C.c came to their senses, they saw You lying on the desk, holding a gold pen in his right hand and writing and painting on the scroll. Although his face was expressionless, Caesar seemed to have seen hallucinations-You's face seemed to have a smug atmosphere and a bulging cheek.

When he saw the contents of You modified, Caesar and C.c looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. You made a shock again - in fact, Caesar should have thought of it long ago, but the soft and weak image was too deep into human nature. It was a temperament that was born to arouse the desire for protection. It would always make Caesar subconsciously forget that this untalking necromancer was a fierce man who slashed the wings of death during the Battle of Tianlang Island, and felt that You were a family member who should be protected.

The necromancer contributed his strength to the perfection of martial arts with his combat qualities of chasing the wings of death. Then he stared at Caesar with expressionless face - but Caesar seemed to be able to feel Yu's hidden compliment and desire for praise. Caesar, who had been ruined by good things, didn't know what to say, so he could only touch Yu's head with a wry smile, then rubbed his face intimately, and rubbed his head with a touch of touch... Only c.c looked at Yu's expressionless face, and a playful look appeared in his eyes.

Isn’t this necromancer lady as calm as she appears? Is it a disguise?

After all, Sanwu's facial paralysis is really one of the best emotional disguises in the world, because you will never know whether the expressionless face is hidden under an equally emotionally unconscious soul or... a soul that is laughing secretly?

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Chapter completed!