professional mom

Zega carefully inspected Cyril's hand.

"No internal injuries."

Seeing that Zejia was so serious, Cyril couldn't help chuckling: "The queen mother is too cute."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zejia pressed his chest and almost rolled off the roof.

It was so painful that tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Cyril immediately picked him up, with worried eyes: "Zejia, what's wrong with you?"

"Stay away from me." Zejia covered his heart with tears in his eyes, "Quickly, stay away from me."

Seeing his resoluteness, Cyril could only hug Zega and put him on the bed, and then left.

Zejia breathed a sigh of relief when Cyril disappeared from sight.

"System, can this world unlock the restriction?" Zejia said suddenly.

"No, this is the magic world, and the other side is Xiu, definitely not." The system had already seen it when Zejia was unwilling to leave here, and checked it long ago.

Zejia closed his eyes, he has no emotions, and he can analyze more rationally.

If he leaves this world, Cyril will definitely be in pain.

Zejia suddenly understood why in the previous world, he could accompany this person for decades, even hundreds of years.

If only I could not leave.

Of course, it would be better if the restrictions were lifted.

Zega is preparing for the next adventure again, and this time he is going to leave secretly so that Cyril will not find out.

However, after several years of training, Cyril already has a skill that is almost comparable to him.

After leaving the city gate, Zejia saw a man on a horse in front of him.

Cyril turned around slowly, frowned, and pointed to the armor in his hand: "Don't you wear armor?"

"No." Zejia said lightly.

Cyril spoke again: "Aren't you taking me?"

Zejia only felt the pain in his heart resurface again, making him look extremely pitiful.

Cyril bullied him, and it was the first time that Cyril realized that his omnipotent mother was pitiful.

Just about to touch the sweat on his forehead, but Zejia avoided it directly, and even took a few steps back.

Cyril's sword named Ze was pulled out by Zejia and pointed at him.

Double betrayal.

"I tell you, don't follow me, or you won't show mercy."

Yes, Cyril can rival Zega with the branch.

If Zega gets the real sword.

No one is his opponent.

Zejia is the number one swordsman in the world.

A dozen swordsmen who were originally in the back mountain also came out, and Qi Qi stood behind Zejia, pointing his sword at their king fearlessly.

Even a king can't stop them from being number one in the world.

Cyril's lips trembled, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to be the role of a father.

It seems like you can never get the love of this person.

"Get out of the way." Zejia covered his heart, and held the sword named Ze in his other hand, aiming at Cyril's heart.

He is the devil.

His heart is cold.

Don't expect him to be in love.

The father, who drank in a daze, would always say these few words, and then hang out with his lover.

Could it be that father's fate is his own?

Cyril took a step forward, the sharp blade did not pass through his armor, as long as the saber in Zega's hand moved forward a little, it would be stained with blood.

"Mother, will you come back?"

Cyril said seriously: "I'll wait for your adventure to come back."

Although Zega doesn't look like he will come back, but he will wait.

Zejia shook his head: "No, you will get married, have children, become fat, and have a lover in the future. You are your father's son."

So do you.

He doesn't want to be like another Zega, waiting forever in Rose Castle.

Habitually endure the pain in the heart and mouth.

This is not him.

Cyril didn't know how to explain, subconsciously wanted to step forward, but forgot the sword on his chest.

Cyril held Zega's hand tightly, seemingly not caring about the blood and pain left in his chest: "Well, I will use time to convince you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zejia shrank into a ball, with cold sweat on his head.

Zejia gave himself a hand knife and passed out directly.

"System, block my body, it's best not to wake up. Let's find a way to lift the restriction immediately, I don't believe we can't find it."

One person, one system began to search for something to replace spiritual power in the huge information base.

Cyril hugged the fainted Zega, only to realize how light he was.

Just about to hug Rose Castle, a dozen swordsmen disagreed with everything.

"He wants to be free!"

"He won't go back."

"May you make Your Excellency Zega happy?"

"He's sick." Cyril said with a cold face, which was a side Zega had never seen before, "Didn't you see it?"

Of course everyone noticed Zega's abnormality.

"Only I can find the best medical officer for him."

Cyril was right, but he took Zega to the back mountain and temporarily lived next to the little witch.

Those pesky swordsmen were right.

Since Zejia doesn't want to go back to Rose Castle, he won't go back.

He can build a house for Zejia in the back mountain.

In the yard, you can grill fish and grow vegetables, you can go fishing on horseback, and there is also a special place for sword practice.

Zejia would come back if he wanted to, and waited for him here if he didn't want to come back.

With the order of King Cyril, work here will start soon.

Until half a year later, the house was completely built, and there was everything Zejia liked.

But he never woke up again.

Respiratory signs were normal, as was the heartbeat.

Just don't wake up.

Flowers sent by the people filled the courtyard to pray for Zejia.

Even the cardinal who was brought over by the old dignitaries came to see him. After inspecting Zega's body, he said that there was a layer of fog protecting Zega's heart so that he could not have any emotions.

If there is emotion, the heart will hurt badly.

Cyril's eyes turned red when he heard this.

The bishop actually comforted him: "It seems that Zejia likes you, that's why it hurts so much. He put himself into a deep sleep, just to protect himself and you."

Cyril couldn't help Lazega's hand: "I would rather he be selfish and come and hurt me."

Sending the bishop away, Cyril continued to stay by Zega's side, and said in a boring way: "It's all your fault, the Silver Army Federation is managed so well, I have nothing to do, I can only miss you."

Said that Cyril was lying next to Zega, not daring to approach him, and could only touch Zega's fingers with his fingers.

Cyril repeated a scene in countless dreams, and saw Zejia in the dream open his eyes and leave indifferently.

What a delightful dream.

The evil dragon in the back mountain didn't sleep. Holding the ball, the devil felt distressed and put a gold coin at Zejia's door. Hurry up, big villain.

Behind us is the alliance of dark forces.

You are the biggest boss!

The little witch is not at home, she seems to be looking for her teacher, I heard that her teacher is very powerful, maybe there is a way.

At dusk, a tall and thin young man wrapped in a black cloak whose face could not be seen clearly appeared.

He exuded the breath of death, and said, "Excuse me, is the master at home?"

The old knight Elmer is now the steward of the back mountain. He glanced at him and immediately drew his sword: "Necromancer!"

"That's right." The young man lifted his hat, and there was only a skull inside. "Great, you know me! I heard that my friend was arrested by you, right?"

"Your friend?" Elmer frowned.

"Yes, a very stupid demon who always says he is the most handsome among demons." The young man said politely, "I'm sorry sir, he offended you, can I redeem him? This is my best friend .”

When the young man saw King Cyril, he saluted respectfully: "Dear King Cyril, please accept the greetings of your subjects."

Cyril nodded, and Elmer said strangely: "You are a necromancer, you are too polite."

"Because the great Lord Zega and King Cyril gave us a good life in the Silver Army Federation. My parents said that they couldn't eat enough when they were young, but now they live happily."

Mentioning Zega, Cyril's face turned ugly again.

The necromancer continued: "I can give you these things in exchange."

Talking about the Necromancer laying out all the things in the backpack, it can be seen that he has used up all his property: "I bought these things carefully, they are very precious."

Necromancers like to wander around the abyss of various graveyards, which the demons call picking up trash.

There are too many messy things in his hands.

Cyril had a headache, waved his hand and said: "The devil is with the dragon, you go and discuss it."

He didn't care about these things, and even wanted the necromancer to take away the garbage.

But Zejia, who was lying quietly in the room, suddenly moved his fingers.

Just like in Cyril's dream, Zega pushed open the door, gave him a cold look, and then rummaged through the necromancer's trash.

The fragment of spiritual power was taken by him.

Zega asked: "Are there any more of these things?"

"Yes, but it is difficult to mine." The necromancer excitedly said, "Are you Lord Zega! You are so beautiful."

Zejia nodded: "Can you mine a little more for me? I can give it to you."

Before finishing speaking, Zejia found that he had nothing, and pointed to Cyril who was full of surprise: "He gave the money."

"No need to give it! I am willing to do anything for Your Excellency Zega!" The necromancer is simply a believer of Zega, and the devil who rushed to the ball was so angry that he died.

Seeing the demon friend, the necromancer said, "Can you release the demon? Although he is stupid, he is my best friend."

Zega nodded, sleeping for too long made him a little unsteady.

Just as Cyril was about to step forward to help him, he silently pushed away and gave Zegase a cane.

Zega took the fragments and left indifferently. Cyril didn't dare to follow at all. He watched Zega leave helplessly, and then cheered.

Oh my god, a dream come true.

The system is excited: "It should be the fragments left by the interlacing of time and space. Although it is small, it can be used!"

Zejia said indifferently: "It will take at least ten years to use this kind of fragments to practice the technique of lifting the ban."

Yes, ten years.

Whatever it is, give it a chance.

Zejia was a little hesitant. It would be easier for him to leave directly than practice.

Anyway, the next world starts over.

Holding the shards in his hand, Zejia said to the servants outside: "No one can come in except the shards delivered to the door, especially the king."

The first year, the fragments arrived quickly.

Cyril led hundreds of swordsmen to collect spiritual fragments.

In the second year, the debris in that place was gone, so the necromancer could only continue to look for it.

In the third year, Cyril sat on the throne. He is now completely youthful, and his mature face makes him appear more stable. The daughter of the Duchess of the Golden Duchy with blue eyes can't help but fall in love.

At the Harvest Festival that year, she announced that she would marry King Cyril.

The Duchess's daughter is lively and lovely, as beautiful as a delicate flower.

She is enthusiastic, cheerful, and there are no troubles with her.

Anna, who has become the child's mother, glanced at her indifferently, and took care of the child.

Fourth year, fifth year.

There are fewer and fewer spiritual power fragments.

In the past, I could always bring a few bags of fragments back when I came back, but now there are very few.

The system looked at very little spiritual power.

Cultivation, when will it be a head?

作者有话要说：感谢支持，爱你们呦感谢在2020-10-0719:01:29~2020-10-0821:38:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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