Demon Star Pandora [Interstellar]

Mitchell spent a few days eating, drinking and having fun in the Vint Castle, except that Morris, mother and son, were mysterious and didn't know what they were doing.According to what they said, it seems that some so-called contest to recruit relatives will be held recently.

After throwing off the prosthesis, Mitchell's body quickly adapted to walking on one leg. The warrior gene of the Xingchen family allowed him to gradually form his own movement system. At the same time, his blond hair gradually began to regain its vitality.

Morris, on the other hand, was dazed by the protests of the sects. He used to rely on the power of the Vint family. No matter how much he spent outside, as long as the interests of the major sects were not involved, those sects would turn a blind eye. Turn a blind eye and just treat him as a playboy. Now when it comes to his spouse, several major families feel threatened. It can be said that they are fully motivated.

In the end, under Mrs. Della's proposal, a grand goddess ceremony will be held in Vint Castle seven days later. The female saints enshrined by the Vint family since ancient times will choose a destined spouse for Morris, the so-called Contest to recruit relatives.

After Morris signed the document, he stretched himself, and finally had free time to spend time with Mitchell.He threw all the rest of the chores to the secretary and adjutant, and he rushed to the Midsummer Hall where Mitchell lives now-he originally wanted Mitchell to live in his residence, but other branches strongly opposed it, saying that the two People are not official spouses, so they had to arrange Mitchell in the palace next to his own residence.

Most of the decorations in the Summer Palace are made of emeralds, and even the flowers on the walls are inlaid with precious stones, shining brightly, which matches Mitchell, a beauty shining with golden brilliance.

"Mitchell! I'm back! Did you miss me?" Morris said loudly as he pushed open the door of the living room where Mitchell was.

For that bullshit competition to recruit relatives, he has been nestled in the office for two whole days, coordinating and contacting various branches, and he felt itchy if he couldn't touch Mitchell for a day, let alone 48 hours!

"You came just in time." Mitchell was sitting on the sofa, playing with a beautiful jeweled sword, which was originally placed on the wall as a decoration.

Morris looked at Mitchell's attire, and saw that he was wearing a pure silver tight-fitting battle suit. The battle suit was made according to his body and fit his stump just right. It even had a heel that Mitchell liked. high-heeled design.

"What are you doing in this suit?" Morris walked over and sat next to him, with one hand naturally wrapped around Mitchell's waist.Mitchell is undeniably alluring in bodysuits.

"Didn't you say that next week there will be a martial arts competition to recruit relatives, why don't you practice two moves with me." Mitchell said.

"Don't be kidding. Your legs are inconvenient. You are definitely not my opponent. Just let me protect you honestly in the future. As for the bullshit contest to recruit relatives, I have already planned it, and you don't need to work hard." Morris touched the rice Qier's broken leg, "Is the leg still sore? Did you have a good massage? Why don't we go to bed for rehabilitation?"

"Take a few tricks with me, and I promise you." Mitchell grabbed his lapel and said, "Don't treat me as a useless person."

Seeing the anger in Mitchell's eyes, Morris was a little startled, or maybe he was too protective and underestimated Mitchell after he broke his leg.After all, the loss of a leg means that he will be disabled for life. Even ordinary people will leave a psychological shadow. He should comfort his precious beauty.

"Okay, okay, I'll practice with you, but don't force it." Morris said next to Mitchell's ear, "I'll ask my subordinates to prepare prosthetic limbs for you."

"You don't need a prosthetic, that's all." Mitchell said.

"You want to fight me with one leg? Okay, okay! I understand! It's up to you!" Morris thought that the big deal would be to accompany Mitchell to do two simple moves, anyway, he couldn't move much with one leg.

So he helped Mitchell into a special wheelchair and pushed him to the special training hall in the castle.

The training hall is located on the ground floor of the castle, which is similar to the venue where Morris and Mitchell had a mech duel before, an antique arena.

But this time there were only the two of them in the training hall, no one else disturbed them, and it wasn't a real duel, it was just Morris playing with Mitchell.

Morris also changed into his favorite black and purple combat uniform, and picked up the low-energy lightsaber used for training. This kind of lightsaber hits people like a wooden stick at best, and will not cause wounds or cuts.

In order to make Mitchell happy, he deliberately and quietly lowered the intensity of the training lightsaber by two points.

Mitchell stood on one leg a few meters away from him, holding the same lightsaber in his hand.

"Morris, I advise you not to let the water go, you'd better go all out." Mitchell said with his arms akimbo.

nonsense!Of course I want to put water!Morris hooked the corner of his mouth and thought.

昔日恨不得针锋相对将米契尔揍成猪头，此刻却变得生怕米契尔不尽兴还盘算着怎么输得好看些娱乐老婆，摩利斯也算是典型的恋爱脑了。

"Of course I won't take pity on you! Mitchell! Take the move!" After Morris said, he quickly attacked Mitchell. Naturally, half of his strength could be removed. If he hit with all his strength, Mitchell would definitely use it. He tried to parry, but he couldn't keep stable with only one leg left, and Mitchell could fall to the ground with one blow.

And Mitchell insisted not to wear prosthetics. Originally, his biggest weakness was the exposure of his residual limbs. The remaining half of his thigh stump was wrapped with a short broken bone, without any function and strength, and it was also very sensitive. Maybe I can move on the bed to increase the interest of sex, and if I squeeze it hard, it will make Mitchell scream in pain... Thinking of this, Morris is a little excited in that way———

However, it is completely stupid to show your weakness like this!

As expected, Morris's sword was blocked by Mitchell. In order to let Mitchell understand his weakness, Morris suddenly kicked Mitchell's broken leg.

Naturally, he didn't really kick hard, but just let Mitchell see the possible offensive methods of the enemy-letting him wear combat prosthetics was not only for the convenience of movement, but also for him to protect his fragile stumped legs.

Just when he thought he had succeeded, Mitchell suddenly jumped up!

He actually stood lightly on his shoulders, and then relying on this momentary leverage to perform a beautiful back turn, he instantly shifted to his back, and a sword rested on his neck.

"Mitchell!" Morris was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Mitchell lost a leg, but his movements were more agile than before!

"The weight of one leg is missing, and the body is also much lighter. The warrior genes of the Xingchen family helped me adjust the strategy of melee combat, replacing the assault that originally required two legs to complete with various jumping movements." Mitch "I wanted to see what I could do without prosthetics," said Aldaugh.

"It's really a difficult gene." Morris sighed, "Okay, I admit defeat. But if you really want to improve your combat strategy, I still have a lot of suggestions to make, let's find a place to slowly How about talking?"

"Okay." Mitchell hugged his waist from behind, and Morris felt his ass was pressed against something, which made his lower abdomen suddenly heat up.

"Help me out." Mitchell said softly.

"Didn't you say that you can defeat me? Now you need my help?" Morris said.

"How would I walk without you?" Mitchell threw down his lightsaber and put his arms around his waist, "I'm already a cripple, and I can't live without you for the rest of my life."

"You're so nasty! Mitchell!" Although Morris said this, he was very happy in his heart.

"I know you like to listen. I have prepared a lot. During your absence, I downloaded a lot of small x articles..."

"Enough! Take back the last sentence! The atmosphere is gone!" Morris snorted, then touched Mitchell's stump, and picked him up on his back.