ps1: Looking forward to everyone who is drunk and messy will face me with me... This kind of thing is suitable for posting the shelves and then writing...

ps2: Will I tell your uncle the principle is "Don't ask for charming the world, but want to move the world?"

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"Your Majesty the King!" Caesar was about to go to have a meal, but was stopped by the call behind him. Who called me that...

"Hmm? Martial God Nishi?" It turned out to be Shatilaisa. Caesar was very strange. This iceberg-like girl usually says a rare word, and she keeps a close distance from everyone. What's wrong now? "Is there anything wrong?"

"Yes..." Shatiresa's hand was slid invisible, but Caesar still saw it: "Is there any problem? Or is it that I am not well served, which makes you trouble?"

"No, no... your hospitality satisfys me..." Shatilaisa said for some reason, with a stuttering stuttering, her eyes flashing, and even a little blushing, "It's just that I want to... confirm something..."

"..." Could it be that Shatilaisa's unreliability is far more than the cold iceberg...

After looking around carefully, Shatilaisa gritted her teeth, grabbed Caesar's right hand, and placed him on his own... chest... hands touched a soft place in an instant! It turned out that Shatilaisa's under was the most orthodox Amazon! This enthusiasm could simply melt the eternal snow on the holy mountain! What kind of god is this unfolding?

Caesar looked at Shatilesa with a blushing face. Amazon's body was indeed more popular than the mainland. Its plumpness was beyond any girl Caesar knew - except for the barbarians - and his hands were pressed in that warm and soft place. It was really comfortable. Since there was no loss for him, it seemed like he had taken advantage of him, there was no need to withdraw his hands in shock... Since Shatilesa wanted to hug her, let her hug her well enough...

Caesar's mentality is worth learning from. Barbarians have always been at will. There is no such vain as southern humans. It is Caesar's indifferent mentality that makes him not know how much... Well, it is wrong to say so. It is Caesar's mentality that promotes the union of all ethnic groups in a sense...

"Sure enough... there is no feeling of discomfort..." A trace of surprise flashed in Shatilaisa's eyes, "You can touch me... You can touch me..."

"..." Sure enough, none of us are normal people? Caesar's heart was filled with a faint sadness, a girl-controlled assassin, a miserable paladin, a rogue druid, an iceberg Amazon, a natural wizard, a gentle necromancer, and a barbarian who has no love... Now the extraordinary aspects of this Amazon have begun to be revealed...

"...May I ask, what does the so-called touching mean? If we want, we can touch you..." Another advantage of Caesar is that he is patient. After hearing the various words of Satiresa, he can also ask questions patiently. Of course, you can also understand that Amazon's breasts are very comfortable, and someone just presses for a while...

"Different..." The chief Valkyrie shook her head, "This is a symptom similar to allergicity since I was a child. The touch of others, even through clothes, will make me feel very uncomfortable, and even produce strong attacks. From childhood to adulthood, I don't know how many people have been hurt... A guy like me probably won't have friends, even the touch of my mother will make me feel uncomfortable... Zero-degree War Girl is really a suitable title..."

"But now, I seem to be able to touch you...the other five..." Caesar thought for a while.

"No... I even touched Hannibal and Altay with my hands. Even the simplest contact would make me feel extremely uncomfortable. If I hadn't been tightly restrained, I might have started fighting..." Shatiresa's face darkened.

"..." So, am I the last one? As a simple barbarian, Caesar felt very hurt.

"Sorry!" Shatiresa keenly noticed Caesar's frustration and looked a little panicked. "At the time, I was a little disappointed, and I felt that the barbarians' words... should not work, so I didn't try..."

She didn't say anything else. Last night, Caesar, who was drunk by a glass of wine, rushed around and went crazy, knocking Hannibal and Altayle out of nowhere. The remaining four crown princes were helpless. Xianya and Chilia were pure casters. Although professions had extraordinary melee martial arts, as the crown prince of the holy land, they must have protective skills in this profession, but it was too unreliable to let the two casters fight melee with Saint Seiya. The other two, Aozaki Aoshi's transformation skills were ordinary, and Satiresa also favored long-range attacks. Facing the drunk Caesar who knocked Altayle out of a turtle punch, everyone wisely chose the skills.

But in this case, we cannot use all our strength, and we only use the most basic thirty skills. The barbarian who looks like a normal human is indeed shocking. He carried the curse of Shania and the magical blows of the wizard and the druids to rush forward. At that time, he thought there would be a fierce battle, but after rushing over, he fell straight into his arms...

He was caught off guard and was rushed to the ground. Then he fell asleep. Although he had full contact with his body, he didn't know what was going on, but he didn't have any bad reactions at all. He didn't have any disgust and no attack, but he didn't have any strength, and he didn't even have the strength to push the other party away...

Although that feeling was powerless, for some reason, there was only a faint sense of peace.

"Although it's rude to say this... but please, can you be my friend? Although you are still caring friends in the Valhalla, the normal communication is still... I have very few friends, can you please..."

"Of course, the barbarians like to make friends the most..." Caesar said with a smile, raising his left hand, trying to pat the other person's head habitually, but he realized that the other person was not Zi, and then he slid his hand and touched Amazon's face...

"Wow!" A scream came, and Caesar's face froze. Although he had a clear conscience, he was a little nervous. He looked to the side. Sure enough, the five remaining crown princes in the Seven Holy Land were looking here with various eyes.

Ahem, this is the case - Caesar and Satiresa stood opposite each other, Caesar's right hand was held in his arms by Satiresa, and the pair of amazingly large plump people even buried his right hand, but Caesar's left hand was placed on Satiresa's face, this...

Sure enough, the most miserable gaze is still Hannibal...
Chapter completed!