Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

"What are you thinking? You just tore open the rolling door and came out?"

Wei Bo, who felt very weak and useless, complained dissatisfiedly: "Although it is night, you should pay attention. This place is not 2000 years ago. Now there are people everywhere..."

The master who was hiding in the grass became more and more angry: "Why don't you go in with a spirit body like you did?"

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Yesterday, it was shut down from morning to night, for a full fifteen hours - you have the fucking ability to shut down the water, electricity and electricity for me!There are frequent power outages, but only our community, you bastard!

I suddenly found a very strange phenomenon. Some people like to say in the prologue that it is very similar to Chenmei’s book. It is indeed very similar. The idea of ​​the previous prologue comes from that book, but I don’t know why some people read it while doing it. In comparison, he still said "hehe" to me, like a sow, do I have to write like Chen Ang?I can't write it, at least for now.

Some people enjoy reading some novels full of language problems, full of primary school students' composition, mine is at least better than high school composition, but he thinks this is not good, there is a low level of compulsion - you are high in compulsion , to see Jia Pingwa, I guess I don’t even know how to pronounce these three characters.

……Neuropathy.

Chapter 106 Chapter [-] Is Such a Daughter Good?Can you do it?

Alexander seemed to be looking at a mentally retarded man, shaking his hand holding the map: "If I become a spirit body, can I bring this out?"

The burly man in a red cloak smiled heartily, showing his white teeth: "Cute big tits! You are so sneaky, like a thief."

Wei Bo looked angry, and clenched his two small fists together, feeling like he was showing his anger... Tsk tsk tsk, it's a pity that you don't look good enough: "What's the difference between you and stealing!"

The emperor didn't like this sentence, and his thick eyebrows frowned: "Boy, if you run away at night, it's a night robber. If you leave triumphantly..."

As he spoke, he poked his chest with his thick thumb, with a heroic expression on his face: "It's the plunder of conquest!"

...It's not the government's plundering, so don't force it.

"No, no, I think your behavior is more serious than stealing. Stealing can at most go to the bureau to pick up soap for a few days, and the current law protects thieves very well. Robbery is different. Robbery is jail time. do you know?"

Weber impatiently took the map and books in his hand, with a proud expression on his face: "No Road Race! You disappear quickly! Disappear immediately! Hayek!"

The King of Conquerors didn't care about this guy's quarrel, he straightened his back, complaining in his heart why you are so short, and you have to bow your head when you say a word, I feel like an eunuch like a majestic emperor.

"Okay then, I'll leave the rest to you!"

After speaking, he turned into a spirit body, leaving Weber alone in place, scratching his hair in distress and maddeningly: "Ahhhhhh, how could this happen! Shouldn't Alexander be a dwarf? Although he looks bigger now, but I suddenly feel so insecure..."

"Honestly, that red cape of his is really ugly..."

"Also, those shoes... tsk tsk, are they clogs or straw sandals? They're really low."

"Also, the hair is too thick..."

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The Daoist Daoist in the high crown and feather robe has shed all the indifference and coldness of a cultivator at this time, and his breath has become extremely fresh.

This is the breath that belongs to the world, the breath that belongs to human beings.

Now he doesn't look like a Taoist priest at all, more like a sunny young man playing cosplay.

In the cold evening wind, there seemed to be a horn blowing, and the spirit of conquest and slaughter was looming, and the black brilliance in the summoning array became brighter and brighter.

The gentleness in his eyes is getting stronger and stronger, just like dewdrops on a summer morning.

"Well……"

In the light, a petite figure stepped across from the Hall of Valor and slowly opened his eyes.

It was a girl, and the face was not much different from that of King Arthur and a Roman tyrant, except for the color of the pupils.

The figure is well-proportioned, although not as good as Nero and Bai Ji, but no matter what, it is a little bigger than King Arthur...

It turns out that Saber sauce has become a standard without knowing it.

Pure black armor, the style and specifications of the armor are exactly the same as the white one on King Arthur, except for the color.

She likes black, she likes to fight against someone, and she is full of rebelliousness by nature.

Does black also represent a life of despair?

Full of wildness, like a wild girl in the country, the black knight suddenly opened his eyes. The black pupils inherited from his father's pupils were still somewhat confused, and looked at the master who summoned her this time.

"May I ask--"

He couldn't continue speaking halfway through the speech.

The gentle man was watching her, the man—

Although the temperament was different, the thing imprinted deepest in her memory when she was a child told her that this man was indeed her biological father.

The rebellious lady knight gritted her teeth.

Liangyi had to look at her tenderly, seeing the stubbornness and depression in her eyes, feeling more and more guilty and pampered in her heart, and finally softly called out the name that had been dusty in memory for many years in a silent silence.

"...Monnie."

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500 years ago, the gray-blue sky.

On the vast plain, Jinghu Lake is brightly illuminated by the blue sky and white clouds, the lake water is clear, but there is a reddish fishy smell near the shore.

Dozens of knights, with cracked armor and dusty riders, all had bloody faces and tattered armor all over their bodies. I don't know how cruel the fight was.

Their eyes were tired, and some passed out as soon as they dismounted, and could not get up again.

Bedivere filled the helmet with some water to wash off the blood on the face of the girl in pure white armor leaning against a big tree.

The delicate and beautiful facial features are much softer than usual because of the closed eyes, the pale face is even more adorable, and the long blond hair is stained with some dried blood, the originally beautiful hair has now dimmed dull.

Her battle armor was also full of cracks and stains in a series of fighting battles, and even the gauntlet on her hand had a few holes.

Bedivere looked at his king with pain and pity.

The Red Dragon of Britain.

King Arthur of the Knights of the Round Table.

Arturia Pendragon.

"king……"

A pair of clear and majestic eyes opened, making people who looked directly at her ignore the color of those eyes subconsciously.

King Arthur took the helmet in silence and took a sip of the lake water, looked at the dozens of knights nearby, and sighed inwardly.

Her life is simple, draw the sword in the stone, repel the Saxons and Gauls, resist the last tyranny of Rome, and unite Britain...

She is a wise king, a noble king, without a single blemish, without a single blemish, but why...

Why is everyone, everyone is saying, King Arthur, he doesn't understand people's hearts...

Guinevere, Lancelot, Gawain, even... Mordred.

In the end, what did I do wrong?

King Arthur looked at the sword in his hand and said nothing. She could ask her teacher a long time ago, but that person has gone to a place she can never go.

Suddenly my heart was shocked, I looked up and saw that the sky in the distance was originally a piece of blue, but in an instant, the sun was covered by smoke and dust, there were many spears, and thousands of horses were galloping, as if the raging waves of the sea were rushing towards me.

With iron hoofs clanging and battle flags unfurled, dozens of knights stood up indifferently and picked up their weapons.

They could feel a slight tremor under their feet.

Thousands of horses and horses came in very fast, but the march was steady and well-organized, and there was no mess at all.

"... Moni is good at leading the army."

Although she hated it in her heart, she couldn't help but admire that her daughter was already a master of military art.

People are like tigers, horses are like dragons.

In contrast, the people on my side are exhausted and have no fighting spirit at all.

Arthur clenched the golden sword in his hand, his eyes were as firm as before, and there was a terrifying sharpness in the silence.

The person who led the army looked exactly the same as her, the only difference was that in Arthur's eyes was firmness, a rock that would last forever, while this person's eyes were full of arrogance and rebellion, an unrestrained ocean.

The two looked at each other silently, and the person sitting on the horse sighed silently, with mixed feelings, but the rebellion in his eyes remained the same.

She can finally look at her so condescendingly, looking at her mother (not her father), she can finally tell her loudly that she is no longer a child, and she can tell her loudly that she is qualified to compete with her for her father.

It's just that the pride and excitement in anticipation have now turned into pain and sorrow.

"Mordred!"

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Falling in love with the daughter of the previous life should not be considered as stepping on the line, right?

……is not it! ! ! !

Well, let's go buy a radio and TV pot recently, the pot at home is broken.

Chapter 107 Chapter [-] This is an extremely typical negative example of family education

500 years ago, Mordred, Crown Prince of Britain, took advantage of Arthur's expedition to Rome to usurp control of Camelot.

After a long battle, King Arthur, who dragged his exhausted body back home, was accused by thousands of people and betrayed his relatives.

Bedivere, the knight beside the king, shouted loudly, making her look away.

"As the crown prince, you have committed rebellion, Mordred! You have no regrets!"

Mordred didn't like all the knights around her, and smiled contemptuously: "Regret? Where did you come from?"

King Arthur stopped his knight, looked at her daughter, and looked at the people who dared not look at her. He raised his sword and pointed at the horsemen, and shouted angrily: "Britain will be torn apart from now on, and even the country will be destroyed." , you are guilty!"

The voice was cold and majestic, but there was no way to hide the trace of fatigue in it.

Mordred rode his horse and took a few steps forward. She lowered her head and replied in a low voice, "I'm guilty."

There was a hint of a smile at the corner of Arthur's mouth, and then he shouted again: "Wars are raging everywhere, people are in dire straits, you should be convicted!"