The Lone Wolf of Tomorrow's Ark

And Phoenix, after enjoying Nightingale's coquettish offensive, is like taking care of his coquettish wife (or daughter?). Messy hair.

I have to say, there are some strange things, I don’t know if it’s because Terra is a Two-dimensional relationship or because of something else, even if Phoenix sleeps at night and puts it on the pillow in order not to press his hair, he wakes up the next day. The soaring hair that won't turn into a Super Saiyan, at most it's just a little frizzy, and it's still so soft and confident when you comb it lightly.

"Okay, let's do this first...it hurts..."

After combing the last strand of hair for Nightingale, Phoenix was about to get up, but felt a pain in the root of his hair. Looking down, he saw that Nightingale was braiding a braid with a smile. Her hair was tangled together, one black, one purple, the other golden, and it always felt like the nightingale was implying something.

"Okay, stop making trouble, I have to wash my face here."

Some helplessly coaxing Nightingale, Phoenix was about to untie the hair that Nightingale had braided together, but he never thought that Nightingale would hug him directly, and then began to act like a baby to Phoenix, as if he wanted to do all the things he couldn't do during the day because of his reserve again.

"Nightingale, be good, at least wait until I finish washing up."

Coaxing Nightingale to sit on the chair, Phoenix untied her braids and tidied herself up. After walking out of the bathroom, she saw that Nightingale was gone, and the quilt on the bed was bulging.

"Ah, I seem to be awake."

Every time she wakes up and realizes what she has done, Nightingale's reserve always makes her feel so ashamed that she wants to hide under the quilt in an attempt to hypnotize herself. It's all untrue, and after seeing Nightingale's appearance, Phoenix lightly sighs. With a smirk, he went to hug the tightly wrapped quilt, and stretched his left hand through the seam of the quilt.

"Let me see... where is the cutie hiding? Is it here? Is it still here?"

"Ugh..."

Little toes, ankles, thighs, buttocks, slender waist... Step by step, Nightingale's body data was measured by Phoenix with his hands, and when he reached the final face, Phoenix could clearly feel that Nightingale grabbed it with his hands. My left hand, and after that, there was the hot and humid feeling from the index finger and the licking feeling from some soft object...

"........."

He didn't speak, but his cheeks were slightly red. Under the initiative of Nightingale, Phoenix began to use his index finger to explore this place that he usually only used his tongue to invade.

"Ugh, chirp..."

As the strange sound came out, Phoenix could feel the flesh in his arms that was separated by a layer of quilt softened a lot, and he moved his index finger lightly, evoking a soft fleshy object, and then the nightingale like It's like a small animal, slowly wriggling...

"Ah~"

"Tattoo..."

"Alas?!"

Just when a certain little devil who was being teased through the quilt was getting better, the sudden knock on the door made Nightingale startled subconsciously... The progress must have been too fast...

However, Nightingale didn't feel any discomfort. This was different from what was said in the study materials that Shining and she read together. Or was it that in her heart she was just...can't continue thinking about Phoenix, it would be strange...

"Uh...cough cough, may I ask who it is?"

Startled by Nightingale's slap, Phoenix quickly took out his hand with a "boo", wiped it lightly with a paper towel, then asked, and immediately replied outside the door:

"It's me, Linguang, didn't we make an appointment to go to my aunt's place together today? Let's go quickly."

"Oh, come right now."

After putting on the clothes, shoes and armor, and putting on the mask, Phoenix hugged Nightingale again through the quilt, and said:

"Come out early, I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, Phoenix opened the door, looked at Linguang standing outside the door, who was still in a black robe, and said:

"Let's go."

"Well, let's go, by the way, I'll treat you to some of Casimir's breakfast."

"Oh."

After Phoenix and Linguang left, in the bedroom, the quilt squirmed slightly, and Nightingale crawled out from inside, her clothes were disheveled, her face was flushed, she didn't know whether it was hot or shy, there was a little sparkle around her mouth, and an unknown name was dancing in her pupils. the pink...

"Bad Fei..."

........................

"Two bowls of beetroot soup, four cheese sandwiches and dumplings, please. Salty ones."

"OK, just a second."

At the breakfast shop, Phoenix, who was sitting across from Linguang, chatted curiously after hearing what she ordered:

"To be honest, Sister Linguang, I have always been a little curious. There are so-called various animals in Terra, and there are also various corresponding races. If the Fengtou people see beef... what will they do?"

"Well—how should I put it, it's the same as when I saw horses running in the pasture. At most, I just felt that the animal genes in my body came from their emotions. This kind of animal can only be called the Holy Mother at best."

"Is that so..."

After hearing Linguang's words, Phoenix thought of Croissant from Penguin Logistics. She didn't seem to shy away from her colleagues discussing whether to eat beef dumplings or mutton dumplings during the festival...

"Come on, two, I've been waiting for a long time. This is soup and sandwiches, as well as salty dumplings."

After breakfast was served, the two began to eat quietly. Kasimir pays attention to etiquette, and no noise is allowed during meals. Fortunately, the red cabbage soup is not as hot as Longmen's tofu nao, otherwise it would be really hard not to make any noise. too difficult.

After breakfast, Phoenix followed Linguang to Zofia's villa. On the way, Phoenix began to ask Linguang some competition questions:

"Sister Linguang, what is the competition process like?"

"I still adopted the elimination system at that time, but I heard from my aunt that during this period of time, due to the large number of participants at the beginning, the rules were slightly changed. During the opening ceremony, I will only focus on introducing some identities that are more likely to attract the audience's interest. People, and then there is a melee, if I remember correctly, it should be calculated according to the points system."

"Points system?"

"Yes, the number of points has become the standard to measure the strength of a knight on the field. Everyone starts with a point, and increases their worth according to their own points. By defeating others, they increase their own points. Ten, worth is equal to two points, and so on."

"That is to say, every ten points more points you hold is equivalent to a little more worth? This ratio feels strange."

"It's not surprising. After you hold high points, other knights will see your worth and beat you or be defeated by you. So, you want to get enough points by constantly beating grassroots knights. impossible."

After listening to Linguang's words, Phoenix roughly understood that some of the twists and turns, defeating others, can only get points equal to that person's worth, and all the points obtained by that person are also invalid. This is also to prevent some people from wanting to The psychology of fishing in troubled waters.

Later, Phoenix thought of the elites in those activities, and asked:

"Then, Miss Linguang, what about those knights who are more famous?"

"Do you mean those who usually participate in the beast fighting performances in the arena? If it is them, they will be worth three points at the beginning, which also makes them the target of multi-person attacks from the beginning."

"But they shouldn't be afraid, right?"

"Yes, tricks are only suitable for the weak, and the strongest will be smashed together with the tricks. This is what the Shining taught me... Ah, I can see it."

"Huh? Wow..."

Stopping in front of a door, Phoenix looked at the villa in front of him, a little surprised, it was much bigger than the Melanza's villa that he saw in Victoria back then.

"Come on, I can hear Maria starting with Aunt Zofia."

"Oh, here we come."

When Linguang and Phoenix came to the open space by the garden, they found that Maria was wearing a pretty good-looking armor, holding a Pegasus shield in her left hand, and an unsharpened one-handed sword in her right hand. Following Zofia's teaching.

"This outfit... is the one I wore back then, Maria?"

"Ah, sister, you are here. That's right, this is the armor you wore to win the championship. Master Koval and I have modified it again, but..."

After seeing Linguang coming, Maria showed a heartless smile, and said a few words, but in the end, she smiled slyly, and said rather desperately: (Please refer to a certain Uzaki-senpai's smiling face)

"The piece on the chest is really nice and tight, ah~ so strange, obviously my age is younger than your sister, isn't it? Did it get thicker by accident when I refitted it..."

"Forehead…………"

Hearing Maria's words, Phoenix was speechless at first, then stepped back half a step, and stood side by side with Zofia who moved in unison. Seeing Linguang's face darken at a speed visible to the naked eye, he said coldly:

"I think you are... skin! Itchy! It's gone!"

Lifting the warhammer on his waist, Linguang's body shone with light that was slightly different from Maria's. After seeing Linguang's movements, Maria was frightened and ran away:

"Wow! Sister beat someone!"

"Stop me, little girl! Today I will teach you what it means to respect elders!!"

Being ridiculed by his sister in this way, Rao Linguang's temper was also burning with anger, and staged a chase in this not too small garden.

"Oh, it's really good to be young."

Seeing the two ponies Linguang and Maria chasing each other in the garden, accompanied by Linguang's roar and Maria's begging for mercy from time to time, Zofia felt as if she had returned to the past, and at this moment At that moment, Maria shouted:

"Auntie, do me a favor. If I continue to chase, I'm afraid I won't have the strength to participate in the competition!"

"(╬◣д◢)"

After Maria finished speaking, Zofia said slowly:

"I just received the news this morning that the competition will be postponed because of the two new partners who have joined the team. So, you should spend time with your sister today to get in touch."

"Ah?!! Sister! Please forgive me! I made a mistake!"

"It's useless to be wrong! Stand upright when you're beaten!"

"Ugh—!"

Seeing that Maria and Linguang were still chasing after each other, Zofia couldn't help but shook her head, but then she turned her attention to Phoenix beside her, and smiled like an auntie Zhengtai, and said:

"Then, Phoenix, do you want to drink some black tea and have some snacks with my sister? If you haven't slept enough, the bedroom at my sister's house is quite big~"

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Chapter 370: We Still Don't Know

"Uh...no need, I had breakfast with Sister Linguang before I came."

After tactfully rejecting Zofia's invitation, Phoenix glanced at Zofia's somewhat disappointed dark color, and then asked:

"Sister Zofia, you just said that the competition time has been postponed?"

"Yes, because of the two newly joined companies, those guys feel that there is still sweetness to be earned, and they plan to adjust the competition mechanism by the way, just to maximize the benefits. Heh, it's really ugly..."

When she said this, Zofia's face was full of ridicule and contempt for those capitals, but in the end she was just helpless, and Phoenix also changed the subject appropriately:

"How long will it be delayed?"

"...A month or so should be enough for me to train Maria to be a qualified knight."

"Well, I see. Speaking of which, do you want to conduct an assessment on me?"

"Huh? So active, my sister doesn't hate active children."

"Please don't use such words that may cause misunderstanding..."

After complaining about Zofia, Phoenix walked to the open space, and Zofia also stood in her place, and drew out the knight sword at her waist with her right hand.

Different from ordinary knight broadswords, Zofia's is obviously much thinner, and there are many 'V'-shaped gaps on the sword body, while Phoenix, Gungnir and Yuling Dao are all put aside. On the chair, he didn't even bring the most commonly used lightsaber with him. He was just moving his hands and feet, as if planning to hit him with his fists.

Seeing Phoenix's actions, Zofia frowned slightly and asked: