The Love Cycle of Me and Lao Gong's Love [Quick Transmigration]

Is the little prince Dean amazing?

The answer is yes.

It's only been half a year since I put down my paintbrush,

His swordsmanship has improved rapidly,

Ruan Mo sucked his ass for three seconds from the beginning of the game,

Then to frantically try to block,

Even now that there is a steady attack,

It completely blocked Ruan Mo's sharp sword edge.

Swish!

The dark-haired knight attacks swiftly,

The sword light flickered, and lotus sword flowers swayed in pieces, and a sword split into thousands of shadows in an instant,

The attack is so fast that it can tear people into pieces.

The twenty attendants who watched were all wide-eyed, not daring to miss any wonderful moment.

Speaking of which,

This group of people also participated in the bizarre selection of knights in Norway,

He also hated Ruan Mo, who won the championship.

Why disgust?You think about it.

They have been treated as cows and horses since childhood, and they have worked hard for ten years,

Is it easy to mix from the human-shaped floor mat that the owner got on the car to now?The upper step that waits once in a thousand years,

Tens of thousands of Norwegians,

He can't even do a Chinese person!

Who is willing to change?

full of resentment,

Until they were sent to be the little prince's henchmen,

Later, he was hanged up by Ruan Mo on the training ground...

you need to know,

It can be said that it is a fluke if you can't do it once, and you have been beaten with the back of a sword a hundred times, and your nose is bruised and swollen. No matter whether it is a wheel battle or a big fight, it is when a group delivers food——

Knight Ruan Mo, you are really amazing quq.

.half a year,

Dean grew a little taller,

The slightly longer blond hair is cut short, and the whole person is heroic and vigorous, with an extraordinary aura.

Among the thousands of sword shadows, Dean, who had been retreating and dodging all the time, made a backhand, and precisely held Ruan Mo's sword edge.

With a clang, two equally strong sabers overlapped in the air to form an X shape, exploding a little orange light and shadow.

good chance.

Di'an's eyes lit up, and he retreated with a clever feint. Ruan Mo couldn't take half a step forward, and was lifted by him with his saber, and his footsteps were tilted.

The huge inertia made Ruan Mo rush forward. Before he could dodge, Dean quickly dropped his sword, opened his arms, and embraced Xiao's body that he had thought about for countless nights.

It was really sweet.

The refreshing and clean smell hits the face, with a little sweat.Dean couldn't help taking a deep breath, and the arms around his waist were tightened and loosened, and he reluctantly let go until the attendants surrounded him to applaud.

"Master, you have made great progress." Ruan Mo saluted, with a gratified tone, "With your current level, the entire country of Norway can be regarded as a first-class swordsman."

Dean was a little embarrassed, "It's all thanks to you." He paused, and asked the attendant beside him, "Are you ready for the trip?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Dean adjusted his neckline slowly, showing an elegant and confident smile.

"Then go."

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The convoy participating in the palace dinner headed towards the royal capital.

Running all the way, the blond young man sitting in the luxurious and exquisite carriage was exceptionally calm.

The green hills, beautiful waters and pleasant scenery, the young man who used to exclaim incessantly even in the last market, is now wearing a formal suit, traveling all the way west from the distant old Marquis territory, and he didn't even bother to raise the curtain.

Of course, there is no need to lift it, because he can patronize to see his handsome black-haired knight.

"...Master, you should let your subordinates go out." Ruan Mo was helpless, feeling unwell in the carriage.

"Don't move, finish the game." Dean pretended to be serious, but his eyes kept sticking to him.

In front of the two of them, a half-played chess game was in full swing. The chassis of the chess pieces was inlaid with magnets, so they would not be afraid of the bumps of the carriage when they were attached to the chessboard.

You say you want to play chess, but you are a loser.

Ruan Mo watched helplessly as Dean hesitated, dangling the knight (knight's chess) around, the carriage ran two miles away, and the chess piece hadn't been put down yet, so he was really tired.

"Master, this is your turn." Have you not forgotten?

"Hmmm." Dean nodded, his eyes were reluctant, "I don't want to let Knight be tired."

Are you talking about me, or chess?

"..." Ruan Mo bit his lower lip, but did not answer.

Seeing that he was silent, Dean simply played knight chess, playing back and forth with his white fingertips, which created a wonderful contrast with the black chess pieces, his movements were soft and powerful, and looked very ambiguous no matter how you looked at them.

"Mo, did I ever tell you that you are beautiful?" Dean's voice was not loud, different from the usual warm tone, and a hint of fascination flashed in his light gray eyes.

"Master, beauty is not a word of praise for a knight." Ruan Mo's eyelashes trembled, and his gaze was turned aside.

"I'm sorry, I'll just talk about it." A dimple appeared on Dean's cheek, and his chess hand dropped slightly, finally making a diagonal move.

Ruan Mo reminded: "Master, with this step, the knight will be eaten."

"I know." Dean didn't mind, "you can eat whatever you want."

"..." Little liar, you wait.

——The Royal Palace of Norway.

The annual royal dinner.

There is a lot of traffic and noisy guests.

Dean entered the arena, and from the second he stepped into the banquet hall, he attracted the fiery eyes of countless high-ranking nobles.

"Dean, come to my father." The old king made no secret of his love for him, and directly announced to all the guests that Dean Maupassant was his youngest son who had been separated for many years, and also the only royal brother of Adam Maupassant!

Amidst the thunderous applause, Dean nodded and smiled, his eyes were clear, and Adam, who had been under house arrest for half a year, looked at Adam with a smile on his face.

This was the first time Dean saw Adam, and he was just as described in the letter, jealous and arrogant, with a very small mind.

What a nasty guy.The two looked at each other with disgust.

.

Seeing the delicate atmosphere, an earl quickly asked his servant to carry out a huge oil painting covered by a blue cloth.

"William, what is this?" The old king lost interest, "If another artist painted a hanging portrait for me, then take it away, the palace is almost full."

Earl William smiled mysteriously, and waved away the blue cloth, "Your Majesty, you will know after looking at it."

The blue cloth fell, but what he could see was a deeper and more charming blue. The old king was immediately attracted by the gorgeous, mermaid girl in the painting.

He stood up straight, stretched out his fingers in a trance, and didn't wake up until he touched a piece of warm canvas.

"What kind of creature is this?" Adam, who was also dumbfounded, couldn't wait to ask, and the desire to possess flashed across the light gray eyes.

Earl William told a witty and humorous story about how a painter met the oriental sharks in a sea area when he was traveling at sea.

Even at the end, he presented a handful of round and clear milk-colored pearls.

"This is the tear shed by the girl in the painting."

Earl William's swearing, aroused a lively discussion at the banquet.

Looking at the Norwegian nobleman in a strange frenzy, Dean, who had seen this painting beforehand, frowned slightly, remembering what the black-haired knight had said before.

"Master, that painting is tainted with evil spirits and is very ominous. If someone buys it home and observes it every day, it will definitely bring bad luck to the person who bought it!"

Dean's ominous premonition became more and more obvious.

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On the second day of the dinner, the King of Norway poured out a lot of money and sent countless men, horses and ships to offer a reward to the beauty of the shark tribe in the painting. He was so anxious that he even offered a huge reward of knighthood!

The wealth of jewels attracted the attention of countless people. Almost half of the Norwegians with boats set sail one after another. The route to the Eastern Continent was very popular for a while, and guides were hard to find.

The gears of fate began to turn.

The old king's behavior of fishing the sharks like throwing money lasted for a long time, and someone actually presented a beautiful and enchanting mermaid girl to the Norwegian king.

She has waist-length red curly hair as smooth as waves, pointed ears and a seductive appearance, and her singing voice is as graceful as the sounds of nature. She was raised by the old king in a lake specially built for her, and only a few people can watch her.

She can speak words, her laughter is crisp and sweet, and she was given the name, Angela.

……

Since Angela drove to the palace, Dean locked himself in the studio for three full days.

In the martial arts arena, Ruan Mo irritatedly slapped the buttocks of twenty attendants with his sword, especially puzzled.

The system sighed sadly: "You should have dealt with people on the way here, look now, tsk."

Are you kidding me, I want to drive-shock with him in a glass-windowed carriage?

System: "That's better than not seeing anyone now."

Dean locked himself for three days, and even Ruan Mo couldn't knock on his door.

Ruan Mo frowned, put away his sword, and walked all the way to Dean's new studio.

In Nuoda's castle, all the attendants and maids on the road were all intoxicated by Angela's beautiful and moving singing, in a trance, as if they had taken drugs, and were in a dangerous state of excitement and decadence.

"It sounds so good, even if I die now, I will have no regrets!"

"The Merman Princess Angela, my goddess!"

……

Fart merman, have you ever seen a white-skinned merman who can grow big red waves?

Ruan Mo swears and knocks on the door of Dean's studio.

"Master, are you there?"

No one answered.

Ruan Mo's face was ugly, and he pulled the maid aside, "When was the last time His Royal Highness had a meal?"

The maid was in a trance, and was dull for three seconds before replying, "Probably last night."

The night sky outside the castle was gradually sinking into dusk.

Ruan Mo didn't say another word, he grabbed the doorknob and pulled it hard, pulled out the lock cylinder, and opened the door violently.

The glass wine bottles were empty and spilled messily all over the floor.

The blond boy hugged an oil painting tightly, curled up on the soft beige carpet in the corner, his handsome face flushed, and his breathing was short of breath.

He was drunk, and his murmur in his dream was so low that Ruan Mo couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

However, the system knew it, and he was saying——

Mo, I want you, don't hide.