Arad's crooked savior

"I win, you get to go on a date with me tonight."

"Aren't I making an appointment with you?"

Taylor forcefully blinked a charming look, but her temperament was more suitable for the aura of an arrogant and cool royal sister.

This very deliberate seductive move is far less charming than Skadi's.

"This isn't romantic. It should be candlelight with flowers, fine wine and food, and a warm tent with mandarin ducks." Ye Lin shook the drink in his hand and teased.

"Tch, that's what you think later."

After a brief disturbance, the previous peace was restored in the tavern, and everyone chatted and started gossiping.

They could see that this inexplicable man and woman should be a couple who had just been angry but now reconciled, and their identities were probably not simple.

As for the former aristocratic young master, although his face was gloomy and heavy as a torrential rain, he was still cautious and did not dare to be arrogant. He just came back from Nospes and it was just a coincidence that he went out to have a drink at night.

Nowadays, Ghent has gathered nearly 80% of the powerful people in the world, and these two people have extraordinary magnanimity. It is difficult to say that there is any hidden quarrel.

It would be best if I could hunt for Yan tonight, but if I couldn't, it would be a pity to have those beautiful legs that I have only seen in my life.

After paying for a glass of wine, both of them were a little uninterested. More people were still looking at Taylor randomly. They didn't hear any of the expected talk about Jackett and simply left the tavern.

"They only care about their own safety. Powerful people like the general have nothing to do with them. Moreover, they look at disasters rather than blessings. Even neutral and uninvolved people may be snickering in their hearts."

Taylor crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eyes a little unclear, and then he raised his head and looked bored, saying: "I want to go back, Ghent is too cold to be human."

Only those who have seen the apostles with their own eyes can understand how terrifying that thing is.

If Di Ruiji is allowed to run around in Arad...

Ye Lin also nodded slightly and started back to the imperial capital. If nothing unexpected happened, General Jacket should arrive at the Hanging Harbor early tomorrow morning and be taken back to Ghent.

As for whether to arrest Jackett, judging from Jurgen's plan, there is a high probability that he wants to arrest him, but Alijie should be strongly opposed.

After that, Jurgen will find some excuse to leave the center of the whirlpool, and then Andy Wynn, who has an unstable personality, will definitely have no choice but to pick up Jurgen's "mess".

From the beginning of the trial of Jackett, Jurgen was about to escape and leave. The delighted nobles sent Jackett to the gallows, but accidentally stretched his own neck into it.

The supreme military power is neglected, the princess is young and ignorant, and the whole world is like a sweet cake, and everyone who has the ability wants to take a bite.

But who eats more and who eats less?

It can be seen from the decline of the Berta family that the nobles have never been monolithic, so they have marriages, affiliations, alliances and other means to consolidate themselves.

Andy is an excellent scientist, but his political acumen is far less astute than Jurgen.

It is easy to share hardships, but it is too difficult to share wealth and honor.

Jurgen's original idea was to let Andy, one of the three major factions, blow himself up, but this plan changed slightly after Ye Lin appeared.

He wanted to go faster, preferably on the day of the festival, when everything would stop.

But the premise is that Jackett must "die"!

"How many trump cards have you prepared? I think you are not in a hurry. The festival should be the day after tomorrow."

Taylor's beautiful eyes looked sideways in confusion. First of all, if he is not of my race, his heart must be different. Although Ye Lin has made amazing contributions to the heaven, if he interferes with the power of the Seventh Empire, it will inevitably disgust the civilians.

Therefore, the means for him to control the festival must be found from the forces in the heaven itself, rather than using absolute strength to suppress it. This is a very delicate and difficult task.

"Three."

"Tell me?"

"If you don't tell me, I suspect you are a mole!"

"Fuck me, hurry up and tell me. Satisfy my curiosity and I'll reward you with a touch of your thigh."

"The dragon, the satellite, and the eagle!"

I have thighs, so I can compromise easily and neatly.

Taylor was stunned when he heard this, and turned his head in astonishment. His big, smart eyes were staring blankly, a little annoyed, and a little unbelievable.

She really ignored that the Skyhawk organization originally followed the team back to the heaven, headed by O'Connell and Schmidt, but mysteriously disappeared before they reached the imperial capital.

Now that Kallet has been completely crippled, only the powerful Sky Eagle has not shown even a single figure from the beginning to the end.

That night Ghent almost fell, but they didn't show up.

"Have you forgotten, what did Sky Eagle do before? Although Jurgen slandered them as treason, in fact, you know, Sky Eagle is not a silly and sweet girl like Mailu."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and said confidently: "Give me your legs!"

"I owe it."

"It's a small business and we don't accept credit."

Because the two of them did not follow the route they came on, they only vaguely headed in the direction of the imperial capital. It happened that the limited-time power supply in the Eaton Industrial Zone ended, and most of the area fell into darkness, with only a little bit of moonlight.

Two figures suddenly stood against the dark corner.

"Hey, there are brick and stone walls behind it, it's very uncomfortable."

Lean your back against the wall, raise your left leg and place the sole of your foot against the wall behind you, with your left knee forming a triangle. This action can raise the height of your thigh without causing much fatigue.

If it weren't for the almost lightless night, her beautiful appearance would look like a model taking a photo.

The soft and boneless hands gently rested on his shoulders. Taylor raised the corners of his mouth, breathed like blue, and said with a smile: "Who is more beautiful, me or Luo Lian?"

Ye Lin, who was lusting after her beautiful legs, suddenly had black lines on his forehead. How long has it been, and the two narcissistic maniacs still haven't decided the winner?

"Of course you are more beautiful. Luo Lian has no waist and butt, and her figure is far inferior to yours."

In this special tense environment and charming atmosphere, if he could no longer speak, he would really be talking in vain.

Gada!

An object the size of a piece of chalk was pressed, and with a proud smile on Taylor's lips, he stuffed the prop into the middle of the whiteness that was still dazzling in the dark, and the depth of justice. It was so deep that no trace could be seen.

"Recorder? You won't use this to attack Luo Lian, will you?"

Ye Lin was a little helpless. Women sometimes have extremely competitive desires in certain places.

"You can take it out and see if it's a voice recorder. Will I use this to hit Lolianne and destroy your image?" Taylor shook his head, neither saying yes nor no.

He sniffed and stared at the depth that should be suffocating. Still hesitating, his two hands were located on his thighs and waist, unable to get away from the void.

"I'm in a good mood today. I only have one chance. Don't wait until it's too late..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Lin simply buried himself in and tried hard to find the location of the recording pen.

The obstacle is huge, but the taste is also very soft, the taste is sweet, and it is not sticky to the teeth. It has all the color, flavor and taste, like a delicious sweet pudding.

After about ten minutes, he slowly raised his head, holding a short-barrel ballpoint pen between his teeth. It was not a recording pen.

"Not full."

He stuffed the pen into his pocket, leaned forward, and kissed the slightly parted red lips.

In the silent street, there are no pedestrians, no passing cats and mice, only a faint, wisp of breathing in a corner.

…

"That's too much. It's not sweet to twist me. It was agreed at the beginning that the reward would only be your legs. I didn't let you move anywhere else."

He touched the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, reached out and buttoned up his white vest, and the crooked justice shield, the connecting part in the middle was almost broken.

"It's not sweet, but it quenches your thirst..."