Kamen Rider, the Mission Must Be Fulfilled!

One thing to say, Zheng Yi's first reaction when he heard this sentence was to grab the Overlord beside him.

As far as this aunt's violent temper is concerned, she is only allowed to smear others. How can she bear such nonsense from cats and dogs? The reason why the previous princess Lilina was able to avoid being beaten was because she was speaking human words anyway.

With what he said just now, Zheng Yi is confident that as long as he doesn't tighten his hands, he will be able to see his grandmother's stick hitting the other's forehead in the next second-even if you are a pillar, there is no need to discuss it.

As for the other party's low-level provocations, although Zheng Yi was very gentle most of the time, that was only most of the time.When it comes to relatives and friends, Zheng Yi's endurance may be worse than ordinary people.

The main reason why I immediately thought of stopping the Bawang was because before coming here, Old Li had a serious heart... No, in fact, if I want to describe it accurately, I have told him almost in tears that I must be optimistic about the Bawang, and don't take it lightly. lead to disputes at the international level.

... To be honest, at that time Zheng Yi felt that Lao Li was somewhat trusting, because he knew that he was not a particularly tolerant person in essence.

However, after seeing clearly what the person who made the sound looked like, Zheng Yi just retracted the hand that was about to reach out to grab Bawang.

It was a white woman of considerable stature.

From a visual point of view, this Caucasian woman wearing steel-soled suede military boots is probably close to 1.9 meters in height. Standing up from the chair, she immediately became a rather eye-catching presence in the conference room.

She has short light blond hair that can barely pass the ear, and is wrapped in a red windbreaker. The wide frame beautifully props up this dress, which is quite a test of the wearer's figure.

The face has the typical edges and corners of the Europa race. Compared with the overlord who takes into account both the femininity of women and the heroism of men, this lady's appearance shows a kind of masculine toughness.

In particular, the conspicuous old burn mark with a width of about three centimeters on the right side of her forehead added an invisible smell of blood and gunpowder to her.

At the same time, Overlord pulled Zheng Yi and rushed towards the lady with a smile on his face, as if he was unmoved by the words that came out of her mouth just now.

Facing the overlord who was rushing towards him, this lady also opened her hands with a familiar smile on Zheng Yi's face, and approached like a big bear.

The Overlord let go of Zheng Yi without hesitation, and stuck his head in it.

"Oh!"

The two ladies, one big and one small, embraced each other, but they made a sound like a blunt metal weapon hitting each other.

"Old grandson!"

"Hi! Misha! Miss me!"

Picking Bawang up, the lady named Misha spat out with a smirk: "FNNDP, Satin only had one fight, listen to your nonsense!"

"There is a saying in my hometown that if you don't see each other once, it's like three autumns. Do you know that it's almost the fifteenth autumn!"

Overlord patted Misha's shoulder hard.

At this time, Zheng Yi finally understood why he felt that Ms. Misha's smile was familiar to him just now.

He also looked like this when he met his high school buddy, bad friend.

"Ah? Do you still have this kind of saying? I learned it. Next time, I will go to line up with Huang He's vegetable basket and let him know what... What are you looking for?"

"After three days away from Shiba, you should look at him with admiration, and admiration does not mean poking your eyes, you stupid bear."

"Hey, you dead monkey."

This Ms. Misha, who is copying the Chinese republican language with a big mouth, raised her eyebrows. From Zheng Yi's point of view, the sinking of the waist, legs and feet seems to be preparing for a beautiful German gesture from a hug. back fall.

Fortunately, before Ms. Misha was about to implement this behavior, she glanced at Zheng Yi who had been smiling subtly, blinked, and finally gave up on this very tempting move.

She even put the bully down.

"This is your partner?"

Ms. Misha approached her face, rubbed her chin and looked Zheng Yi up and down, and then smiled with satisfaction: "Well, he looks like a great guy, how about it, let me? Last time you punched me and lost The altar of Monkey Immortal Wine will be returned to you, I haven't opened it yet."

"Fuck off!"

The Overlord mercilessly kicked Ms. Misha's inner knee, causing the tall lady to sway.At the same time, she grabbed Zheng Yi's collar with both hands and hooked Zheng Yi's neck, forcing Zheng Yi to bend down to be held in her arms.

"This is my mother's son. To hell with you, go! Go! There are so many men in Sulthas, won't you find one yourself?"

"What the hell? Are you talking?!"

The shocked Ms. Misha immediately straightened up, pointed at Zheng Yi, and widened her eyes: "Son?"

Then pointing to the Overlord: "Your?"

"Why, can't you? My mother is so good, it's normal for my son to be handsome!"

Overlord rolled his eyes angrily.

In fact, not only this Ms. Misha, everyone in the conference room focused their attention in different ways after hearing Bawang's undisguised shout.

In other words, it focused on Zheng Yi, who looked helpless.

Zheng Yi, who was already sensitive to emotions and eyesight, immediately felt a little prickly.

At this moment, there was finally a third person who disrupted this cross-international cross talk performance.

"Okay, Overlord, General Winter, you all gathered here to maintain the stability of the world and deal with that tricky relic. If there is something wrong with your parents, you can have a long talk in private later."

That's right, the reason why Zheng Yi stopped to stop the Overlord's actions just now was because he knew that Ms. Misha was an old bad friend of his mother's, and Sulthas belonged to the column, 【General Winter】 .

Bad friends at the elder level swear at each other, why should he worry about it as a junior.

As for the thick and magnetic bass just now, it was the Lionheart who had been sitting on the right side of the round conference table with his eyes closed, making such a sound like a lion's low cry.

This middle-aged male from Anglia, who is also the current king of Anglia, has fluffy silver hair with a shawl, which exudes a translucent luster like a lion's mane, and is obviously carefully groomed.

He opened his eyes, like a sleeping lion, half dreaming and half awake, what time has left on his face is not the vicissitudes of life, but a kind of calmness that is not angry and majestic.

Behind him is his assistant for this operation, a figure who is extremely unique even among so many pillar-level personnel and accompanying partners.

The gender is unknown, because the other party's whole body is wrapped in a thick purple-red full-body knight armor.

However, in the face of such a lion hearted king, Miss Bawang did not buy it.

"Hey! Terrible, old Arthur, have you studied idioms hard? You can quote scriptures."

Facing the provocation of the Overlord, King Arthur VIII of the Lionheart did not change his face: "The Overlord is absurd, I just have some trivial interests recently, if you can catch your attention, it will be a surprise."

Combat and match, wonderful.

Zheng Yi scratched his cheek aside.

"...Tch, okay, I get it, it's nagging..."

Failed to lure the other party out of the tower, Overlord smacked his lips, dragged Zheng Yi to the round table with an unhappy face, and kicked away the chair.

Then he pushed Zheng Yi onto the chair first, and then sat down on Zheng Yi's lap.

"If you have a fart, let it go, why don't you just dismantle it, and even make a meeting, I really don't know what to think, grandma."

Facing the eyes of everyone, Zheng Yi scratched his head and said with a smile: "Please take a seat, we can start."

"...Although there are quite a lot of questions I want to ask, but the business is important."

Saying so, Ms. Misha also sat down with her assistant.

It was a little girl who seemed to be only about 12 years old, her whole body was wrapped in a red fluffy coat, only a cute little face was exposed.

Noticing that Zheng Yi looked at her, the little guy was quite cheerful and unafraid to respond with a smile.

And Miss Misha's re-seat finally announced the beginning of the meeting.

"Then, let me introduce the specific process of the plan to you."

Sitting directly opposite Zheng Yi and Bawang, a middle-aged man who looked about the same age as the Lionheart King stood up.

The man who hadn't spoken until now was the pillar-level representative from the United Federation.

PS:

the second

End

Some readers may feel that the progress of this paragraph is a bit slow, but one thing to say, character creation requires a certain amount of space, and in fact I have reduced the length as much as possible.

Otherwise, even if it is a villain or a neutral character, the thin character image will make the story very boring

Of course, it may also be that I am not strong enough to make the characters stand out on paper with just a few sentences (maybe this is more likely)

cough

Ok, that's it for today, I still have some work to do, I wish you all a sweet dream

good night

adioso(*￣▽￣*)o

Chapter 150 Two: Crisis!Flower of the Earth!

The column level of the United Federation, [Molten Blood].

Like Ms. Winter General Misha, this is the first time that Zheng Yi actually met the pillar of the United Federation face to face.

If it is said that Lily Mary, the lover of Queen Frankel, and Arthur VIII, the Lionheart King of England, possessed a kind of calm background accumulated by the leaders over the years.

Then this molten blood is the same as Ms. Misha, his words and deeds are full of strong smell of gunpowder.

This is not surprising, as far as Zheng Yi knows, from the perspective of origin, both of them had a long military career for nearly 15 years before becoming awakened and pillar-in fact, until now, these two are still Is a front-line active duty personnel.

It's just that compared to Ms. Misha, who has a bold and unrestrained temperament, the expressionless molten blood is more like an alloy sculpture that has been washed and polished for decades in the river of steel and fire.

It seems that a strict look is not enough to describe the atmosphere he exudes. If you want to find a suitable enough word, probably only "robot" is the most suitable description.

but……

Looking at this uncle who seemed to be in his 30s or closer to 50s, but was actually at least [-] years old from the information, Zheng Yi revealed a somewhat subtle look on his face for some reason.

But it doesn't hurt, because at this time everyone's attention is mainly on Melting Blood who started to speak.

"First of all, the 3D model projection is re-established by the joint base after integrating the information provided by various countries. Please look here."

Saying so, Melt Blood stretched out his hand to the middle of the round conference table.

A beam of azure blue light was cast from directly above the conference table, and the eye-catching spot of light quickly shrank into shape at the very center of the conference table, condensing a...

"……islands?"

Zheng Yi murmured subconsciously.

Although this is almost the level of only moving the lips without making a sound, there are no ordinary people among the people present.

"Miss Bawang didn't mention it to Mr. Xiao?"