Magneto from Naruto

"I've always worried that you won't come to pick me up."

Altria bit her lip, her cheeks were reddish, attached to Rosa's ear, and whispered.

"How come, Altriya is the cutest in the world." Luo Sha patted King Mao on the shoulder and smiled. Brackets, the shape of the moon is the cutest in the world, brackets.

"Suddenly saying cute things..."

It's so shy.

Perceiving her gaffe, Altria left Luosha's arms, adjusted her appearance, flushed her cheeks, and whispered, "I have regretted it a long time ago.

Why should we make the promise of thirty years? It would be great if the time we agreed upon was ten years.

I have been worried that you will forget me, after all, there must be a lot of beautiful girls like you. "

Beauty is a scarce resource, and the true **** is the scarce resource among the scarce resources. It is as good as the King of Mao, and the Moon World is everywhere.

And for a true **** like Luosha, whether the Moon World could find a second one is still unknown.

"how come."

Luo Sha stretched out her hand to caress the top of King Daomao's head, even if she grew up to become a royal sister, Altria's pinch of Daomao still stood out.

"You should have more confidence in yourself. No one will dislike Altria. You are a special one."

"You also said that there is no one." At this point of being a woman, Altria is still not very confident of herself.

"Ahem..."

The light bulb Xiaomo coughed slightly to dissolve the charm in the air and try to improve his sense of existence.

Altria suddenly thought of something, turned around, pulled Luosha's sleeves, and introduced to Xiao Mo: "That's right.

Ching Mordred, I would like to introduce to you, this is a friend of mine whom I had a fate for thirty years ago, called...the God of Desire? "

Altria reacted suddenly, and it seemed that she still didn't know Luo Sha's real name.

"That is one of my **** names, my real name is Luosha, if you like, you can call me any name."

Luo Sha introduced herself and took out a copy of "The Five Chapters of Secret Sutra of Desire World" and handed it to Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo flipped through this scripture with some gods and Taoism at random, carefully examined the long list of vest names in the author column, and finally chanted the last line of the prologue, and read it out softly.

"Whoever praises my real name, can I see eternal life in samsara?"

Mordred squinted his eyes slightly, the long list of **** names, and this sentence, so arrogant, a false look, after the gods, how can gods appear outside the world.

After exposing this question, Mordred turned back to the focus, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he said suspiciously: "It's just the fate of one side thirty years ago?"

One side of the fate, this can be met and thrown into his arms?

"That's right." Altria nodded, her cheeks flushed, she was really an unscrupulous woman.

"Just a friend?" Mordred asked again, a little embarrassed.

Altria didn't answer this time, just bowed her head and played with her clothes.

"You bastard!"

Mordred gritted his teeth, immediately drew out the sword and jumped in front of Luo Sha, put the sword on Luo Sha's neck, and sternly rebuked: "Dare to deceive my father's feelings.

Thirty years ago, the father was about sixteen years old, and he was deceived by you just by fate. You must have used some special means.

I will never let you go! "

Luo Sha looked as usual, stretched out a finger to push away Xiao Mo's big sword, and talked freely: "Mordred Qing, I am very in your mood.

But you have to know that people are not the same.

Some people, living together for thirty years, under the same roof, are just like strangers. Even sleeping in the same bed, each other's hearts are different.

But some people, even if it's just a glance in the crowd, can be sure that the other person is 100% of their partner, and they will never forget it for more than a hundred years.

Even if you are at the end of the world, there is no distance between your heart and your heart. What does it matter whether you know the other person's real name or not? "

Don't ask, ask is love, ask is to see Luo Sha by mistake for life.

"I bother!"

Mordred spit on the ground and fought back: "You are bullying your father when you are young and don't know how to reject others."

Rosha smiled and said nothing, could this be blamed on me?

Regardless of the previous world line or this world line, Altria is charming but unaware. As a woman, she is relatively inferior and thinks she has no femininity.

Lancelot's many extreme chefs have witnessed the glory of the king all day, and they think they are not worthy of the king of knights. They love you in their hearts. No one has ever shown love to Dumao.

If you don’t hold such a lingering Chinese cabbage, do you blame me for taking advantage of others?

Everyone is reasonable.

"Qing Mordred!"

Altria's tone suddenly became heavier, and she scolded, "Have you forgotten all the etiquette I taught you?"

Don't be unreasonable to His Highness Luosha. If you still have my father in your eyes, then respect His Highness Luosha and treat him as your second father. "

The second father? Is this already a real hammer?

Mordred's anger was born from his heart, and the hatred of his father was not shared. However, he was reprimanded by King Mao. He could only endure this breath, and said: "Yes, father."

After reprimanding her son, Altria turned her face and changed her expression, lowered her head and said in embarrassment: "I'm very sorry, I have never told them about you.

Isn't the way I looked just now ugly, not feminine? "

"I repeat, Altria is the cutest in the world, and all expressions are cute."

Altria was even more embarrassed, and said these shy words...

Happiness is everyone else's, I'm just a light bulb.

In the Camelot Palace, just a few steps away, the atmosphere is completely different, Luo Sha and Altria, you and I, all kinds of dog food.

Xiao Mo's dog food is full, the cold dog food is stuffed into his mouth randomly, and the warm tears and heartache are mixed together.

"If you are not in a hurry to leave, I want to introduce you to my friends.

They know that I have you as a friend, and they will bless us. "Altria said, and they couldn't restrain their feelings of introducing Luosha to Lancelot.

It is probably a girl who finds a boyfriend who is outstanding in all aspects and wants to let her friends know about it.

It may not be Versailles. I want to share this happiness more and hope to get the approval and blessings of my friends.

Mordred curled his lips, Lancelot and the others expected to kill the little white face with a knife.

"I listen to you, I'm not in a hurry." Luo Sha said.

Mordred narrowed his eyes and made a fuss, immediately interrupted the two of them, and lined up the breastplates and said: "Leave this to me.

I went to call Lancelot and the others, I believe they will be very curious about who the father's so-called close friend is. "

Without waiting for the two to answer, Mordred ran out of the palace to gather the Knights of the Round Table to discuss important matters.

"Mordred has always been outspoken, but she is not malicious to you." Altria said softly.

"No, in fact, I really like someone with Xiao Mo's personality, and I won't stab you in the back."

"That's good."

Altria breathed a sigh of relief, and then said other things to Luo Sha, the experience of fighting on the battlefield in the past ten years, the anecdotes in life, and the thoughts of the other party. In short, there was endless words to say.

For Luo Sha, the two sides only met three hours ago. For Altria, it is thirty years, which is the difference in latitude.

The scum man is like Luo Sha, and will never take the initiative to break this matter.

On the other side, Mordred rushed and issued the Queen's secret order, summoning all the Knights of the Round Table temporarily living in the royal city into the royal palace.

Counting Altria, there are 13 knights of the Round Table at the peak, but the current Great Britain is at war with the Roman Empire, and not all of them live in the royal city.

The people who were called by Mordred were Lancelot, the knight of the Yangtze River, Galahad, the sun knight, gay, Cui Sad Tristan, and the one-armed knight Bediwell.

Counting Mordred, half of Great Britain gathered together.

When Mordred said the matter, the chefs immediately became angry.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Lancelot was furious.

"I saw it with my own eyes!" Mordred nodded.

"You saw with your own eyes that a little white face suddenly appeared in the palace, loving the king in every possible way, but also taking the king away, and the king called him a good friend who had a relationship 30 years ago?"

"I saw it with my own eyes!" Mordred nodded again.

"Mom messing with Fak!"

Lancelot, the noble knight of the round table, reported a swear word, slammed his left hand into the palm of his right hand with a fist, grinning and gave the matter a certain degree.

"It must be that little white face. Thirty years ago, when the king was inexperienced, he cheated the king, or used some despicable means to charm the king, just like the old **** Merlin once did.

Thirty years ago, Wang was still a pure and ignorant girl, and it was indeed possible that the agreement with a stranger was a life-long promise.

I must personally peel off his skin to make a war drum. "

Lancelot and Merlin are two old-fashioned critics of the same smell, often relying on their appearance to deceive ignorant girls and sleep other people's wives with rhetoric.

As a master, Lancelot saw the strangeness at a glance, the old double mark.

"But my father liked him very much, and even because my tone was a little heavier, he reprimanded me and asked me to regard him as my second father." Mordley was sour in German.

"This is difficult. Killing him rashly will definitely make Wang sad." Lancelot calmed down. In this world, the only things that make Wang sad cannot be done.

But if Xiao Bailian deceived the king like this, Lancelot would be unwilling to do so.

I think that the second warrior of Great Britain and the first beautiful man (thinking) are ashamed of themselves and dare not confess to the king. Why can a little white face who had a relationship with the king 30 years ago be able to deceive the king?

I do not agree.

"It's because it's difficult to do it, that's why I'm looking for you." Mordred and the round table knights looked at Lancelot, hoping that he could come up with an idea.

Lancelot has always been able to do the whole thing. The Knight King's right arm, and the dull hair is absent, he is the backbone of the round table.

"Yes!"

Lancelot thought about it for a long time, and finally thought of a strategy as to how to deal with Luo Sha's sudden appearance of **** without hurting Altria.

Everyone discussed for a while, except Mordred hesitated, everyone else thought that Lancelot's plan was feasible.

Develop a plan, execute a plan, and at a critical juncture, the Knights of the Round Table's execution ability exploded, and immediately slammed into the palace.

In the back garden of Camelot, Luo Sha and Altria were cuddling in a pavilion, talking to each other something meaningless.

A group of king chefs rushed into the back garden, and they saw the two people in the pavilion a few hundred meters apart. When Luo Sha's profile was clear, Lancelot immediately took a breath.

"This is a strong enemy. Mordred is right. This thing is really difficult to handle. It is the hardest problem we have encountered so far."

Lancelot, Gay Wen, and Cui Sad with cold sweat oozing out of their foreheads, and their faces are heavy.

Without him, Luo Sha is so handsome, even if he deliberately suppresses the true and divine nature, its essence is still the true **** level, and the appearance and temperament are extraordinary.

In terms of being handsome, Lancelot and others have always been very confident, but they have to admit that Luo Sha is indeed a little more handsome than them.

"But I, Lancelot, have always enjoyed this kind of problem." Lancelot added.

"Yes, this time we have to fight for 120,000 points."

Gao Wen deeply agreed, and said solemnly: "Mordred only said that he was a little white face, but he didn't expect that he would be more handsome than me, the most beautiful man in Great Britain.

It is normal for the young king to be captured by that face, and then to hide it in the depths of his heart for decades, thinking about it and thinking about it more and more. "

Tristan frowned slightly and questioned: "Isn't it always me, the first beautiful man in Great Britain?"

Lancelot black question mark, who gave you two confidence?

Seeing that the Knights of the Round Table were about to fight, Galahad immediately stood up and ended the battle: "Father, Highness Gawain, Sir Tristan, this is not the time to argue about this.

The most urgent task is to expose the wizard's conspiracy to protect the king from deception. "

Galahad is the son of Lancelot. Although he looks more like a brother, the knights of the round table have always been online.

The three of them woke up, put aside the dispute, looked at each other with their determination to retake the king, and marched toward the pavilion arrogantly.

Bedwell and Galahad sighed and followed quickly. At this time, they can only count on these three unreliable guys.

The closer to the pavilion, the more frustrated everyone was. Altoria nestled in Luosha's arms. The smile on her face never faded, and she kept talking about something.

Luo Sha always smiled and nodded, echoing a few sentences from time to time, expressing some of his own opinions, and the two talked very happily.

Lancelot suddenly hesitated. The king of the past had never smiled so happily as today, and he could see that the king's affection was not worth the price.

Everyone has to intervene, because the king is not allowed to be possessed by anyone, so they will separate the two. Is it too ruthless?

There is a kind of love called letting go, giving up for love forever.

Seeing Lancelot's hesitation, Mordred, who was walking behind, kicked his **** and **** his old lady. He was so brave just now, don't pull his pants at the critical moment.