This is My Heroic Path

"Are you right, my queen?"

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My head hurts, there are only two updates today, sorry sorry.

When I saw the post just now, I thought of a very interesting thing, Artoria = Lancelot, An Zhiyu = Guinevere, Morgan Le Fay = King Arthur.

...Why is there no sense of disobedience at all?

Chapter 83 Morgan's Reward

"A reward..."

Hearing Morgan Le Fay's voice and those captivating eyes, An Zhiyu thought for a while, then stretched out his left hand and patted Morgan Le Fay's head, "Thank you for your hard work."

"This kind of perfunctory way is not what a king should do." Morgan Le Fay narrowed his eyes and spoke in a bad tone.

"Apart from this, what else can I reward you for?" An Zhiyu said helplessly.

Don't look at him as King Arthur now, but in fact Britain is still in "civil strife", and there are only those who can command. Only after the tribal kings are united can this power become stronger.

But even so... He couldn't think of rewarding Morgan Le Fay with anything.

Originally, as a goddess, she was unlikely to have any desire for those things in the world. Even if she suddenly asked for some reward now, An Zhiyu really couldn't think of anything suitable.

"Indeed, I really don't have anything in particular I want." Morgan Le Fay nodded solemnly.

"That's it." An Zhiyu rolled his eyes, and wanted to move his position to avoid the "pressure" on his back from Morgan Le Fay, but because Morgan was holding him from behind, he couldn't move at all.

Morgan Le Fay put his mouth close to An Zhiyu's ear, "Although there is nothing I want, if you are willing to dedicate yourself to the witch, my sister is still very happy."

An Zhiyu: "..."

So why does this woman like to tease others so much?

Seeing that An Zhiyu suddenly fell silent, Morgan Le Fay chuckled, put the golden crown on An Zhiyu's head on his head, and then picked up the blue crown on his own head and put it on An Zhiyu's head on, "Then I am King Arthur."

When it came to the end, there was a bit of ridicule in his tone.

"If you want King Arthur so much, it doesn't matter if I give it to you now." An Zhiyu spread his hands and said it doesn't matter.

"Give it to me now? Really?" Morgan Le Fay leaned forward again, and the pressure brought by the soft feeling on his back became more and more obvious.

"That's what you said?"

"Sister Morgan, can you stop making trouble, I'm very tired today." Under Morgan's repeated teasing, An Zhiyu finally couldn't take it anymore.

Do you really treat me like a salted fish?If I'm in a hurry, I dare to do anything!

"I'm very tired today... Does that mean I can continue tomorrow?" Morgan Le Fay asked.

"..."

After a short period of silence, An Zhiyu sighed: "Enough is enough, sister, I am King Arthur, show some respect—"

Morgan Le Fay's smile restrained a bit just now, "It's really grown up, you never talked to your sister like this before, will your mentality change after becoming a king?"

"There is no need for a disobedient child to exist..."

An Zhiyu sighed as if giving up, and stopped talking.

So that's why he hasn't resisted Morgan Le Fay all this time.

This woman seemed to be very talkative, but in fact she changed her face faster than anyone else. She said she liked him, but in fact she probably just enjoyed the pleasure of teasing others.

If he really liked Morgan, it probably didn't take long for her to lose interest in him completely.

Probably seeing An Zhiyu's depression, Morgan Le Fay let out a happy laugh, his smooth chin rested on An Zhiyu's right shoulder, and turned his head to look at his profile, "Angry?"

An Zhiyu shook his head, "Don't dare, you are the goddess of death, how dare I be angry with you."

His tone was very depressed when he spoke.

Morgan Le Fay just stared at An Zhiyu for a few seconds, and seemed to realize that he seemed to have played tricks too much, and smiled, "Don't be angry, my sister will give you a reward."

At the end, he suddenly leaned forward and kissed An Zhiyu's face, and licked it lightly with his soft tongue.

Feeling the moisture on her cheeks, An Zhiyu raised her hand to wipe it off, when she heard her voice: "Don't move around."

Only then did An Zhiyu stop what he was doing.

Angry be angry, he can still maintain his rationality, and he won't fall out with Morgan Le Fay because of such a small matter. After all, she didn't do anything sorry for herself, but she just likes to tease people too much.

"Okay, okay, no kidding, let's talk about business now." Morgan Le Fay put the golden crown on An Zhiyu's head again.

"It's time to talk about business." An Zhiyu glanced at her angrily, almost unable to restrain himself.

During the little squabble just now, the skirt Morgan Le Fay was wearing had been pulled down to the base of her thighs at some point, revealing a pair of white and soft thighs, as well as the moist eyes and the two faint soft lumps...

This woman is not the goddess of death, she is clearly a vixen.

Morgan also seemed to have noticed An Zhiyu's gaze, and the smile on his face became more intense, and he slowly stretched out a finger to wander around An Zhiyu's chest, "There will be news from the kings of the tribe in a few days, At that time, I will let the Knights of the Round Table give you momentum, and you must be mentally prepared in advance."

"Remember, don't have any timidity when facing the kings." She said in the end, her tone was a lot more serious, "Those people are very proud people, if you are timid, no one will sympathize with you. will look down on you."

An Zhiyu reluctantly put away his thoughts, nodded slightly, "I see."

"One more thing." Morgan Le Fay continued, "They may be willing to agree to a temporary alliance, but they may not necessarily obey you. The Knights of the Round Table will give you momentum, but you also need to have your own share of surrender. ability."