Ovela did not agree to Linger's sudden visit immediately, but stood at the door and looked at him thoughtfully for a while until the young man was puzzled and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you?"

, Ovela?"

"nothing."

Princess Beimang shook her head gently and replied casually: "I'm just thinking, it's my turn finally."

Linger didn't quite understand: "What does it mean?"

"That means, you went to find Alice, Sister Xiaoxia, Shino, Yiyeta... and finally it was my turn."

Ovela muttered in a low voice: "I should have known it a long time ago. I have always been the last one. But even so, it's too late. I've finished supper."

Although she thought she was very quiet, she still seemed too clear in the quiet corridor. Linge couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Of course, there was a reason for him to come late. Who asked a certain angel lady to use him as a pillow when she took a nap, and she would sleep as soon as she slept.

What about the afternoon? When she woke up, it happened to be dinner time. Linger naturally pushed this matter to the end of the supper, but unexpectedly it aroused Ovela's dissatisfaction. It might be a bit serious when she said that she was angry. His Royal Highness Princess

I just complained a few words and expressed my temper as a girl.

But this reason cannot be said. Linger always feels that after saying it, Ovela is really angry. Now the only thing he is glad that when he carried Yiyeta back to the hotel, Ovela was not

No one mentioned this at the dining table because of Alice. Otherwise, the one who greeted him at this moment might not be the complaint of His Royal Highness the Princess, but the cold eyes were looking at each other?

But, strangely, why should I worry about this kind of thing? Why should I be afraid of Ovela being angry? And why would I suddenly feel guilty when facing her? This is a situation that has never happened before.

This reminded Linge of a point that his mentor put forward when he was studying history at Linwell University. He believed that every country has a unique temperament like humans, and is caused by its culture and history.

What is determined is also in line with the public's stereotypes about it. If the temperament of the Great Britta Kingdom is innovation and tolerance, the temperament of the Minderias Empire is rigorous and serious, and the temperament of the Lesenwell is Haomai

With enthusiasm, then the stereotype of the White City-State Republic may be a bit negative, which is voluptuous and unrestrained.

It is said that before the republic system was established, there was a saying in Baicheng's aristocratic circle, "A real man should fall in love with at least seven women in his life, except for his wife." Inspired by such a concept,

Young and passionate nobles usually maintain improper relationships with several or even dozens of women at the same time, deliberately arrange time for their meetings with them, and try to stagger each other without being exposed. They describe this behavior as "in the egg".

Dancing on the shell ", only the smartest, most meticulous, and of course, the most romantic man can jump out of a gorgeous waltz.

I shouldn't be that kind of person, right? The young man quietly wiped his cold sweat. He should have said this with confidence, but for some reason he only dared to defend himself a little in his heart. Well, it's not because of guilt, it's just that

This has nothing to do with the current topic, he said to himself, slowly letting go.

By the way, until today, the incidence of love murders in Baicheng Republic is still the highest in the Western Land, and only one-fifth of the men died of jealousy. What are the remaining cases? If you check Ovela's

The Library of Truth may be able to get a clear answer, but unfortunately young people are not happy and instinctively avoid this question.

Because I'm definitely not that kind of person.

He stressed in his heart again and convinced himself again. When he came to his senses, he found that Ovela was looking at him suspiciously. He was shocked and realized that his silence had been aroused by this intuition and sensitivity.

The girl's suspicion. Although she didn't know what she was doubting, the young man had already understood a law without any instruction: Anything that a woman doubted must be detrimental to men.

He quickly opened the topic: "So, you knew I was coming to you?"

The way to change the topic was very clumsy. Ovela couldn't help but squint and stared at the young man without blinking, just like the most experienced interrogator, as long as the prisoner's face showed any strange look.

, she could read his verdict in a cold and firm tone. Moreover, today's Linger is not the calm and rational young man who used to be a good person, and he has become more like a mortal. Since he is a mortal,

It is not perfect, and it is easy to reveal flaws. If it were him in the past, let alone Ovela, even if you come to him ten at the same time and stare at him day and night, it would probably be useless.

Linger's eyelids twitched, and she had an ominous premonition.

If this continues, it will be revealed sooner or later!

As for what stuff to expose, he didn't know, but in short, his intuition told young people that they should take action.

At this moment, Linger's brain was running rapidly. If used as a game, it was that intelligence was skyrocketing at exponential frequency. It is said that crisis can stimulate people's potential. Today, he really realized this, in less than a short time.

Within half a second, I thought of a perfect strategy: retreat to advance!

"It seems that you are not convenient to entertain guests today." The young man turned around and tried to leave: "I'll come again another day."

"ah."

Ovela looked at this scene and couldn't help but open her mouth: Just leave like that?

I'm not inconvenient!

"Wait, wait!" the girl shouted subconsciously.

Linger also stopped at the right time and turned around and showed a puzzled look: "What's wrong, Ovela?"

Ovela said with a frustration: "I don't have any inconvenience..."

"But you stood at the door for a long time and didn't seem to invite me in?" Linger's hesitant and embarrassed look had become synonymous with pretending in Princess Bemang's eyes: "Do you want to talk about serious matters in the corridor?

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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Listening to his tone, if Ovela has been stalemate here, the young man might really turn around and leave, leaving only a chic person for her.

But can His Royal Highness allow that kind of thing to happen? She had no intention of rushing the young man away. Besides, Lin Ge was chatting well with everyone else, but when he arrived, he didn't even enter the door

,Will the news spread, make everyone think it's Ovela's problem?

Ah, so despicable! It's so despicable! It actually used such words to squeeze me out!

You were not like this before!

Obviously, as long as I give me a little more time, I can find out your flaws and see what you are guilty about... Is it that way to deal with me with such a despicable trick?

Ovela suddenly missed Linger in the past, but she quickly shook her head and gave up this terrible idea. Linger in the past did not use such words to squeeze herself, but his truth sometimes hurts even more

, and I never knew what tactfulness was. It was common for him to chat with him once and be choked twice or three times, but he still looked as if he was taken for granted, making people so powerless to even refute.

Overall, it's not a good thing!

Princess Bemang glared at Linge angrily, then withdrew her gaze, twisted the door handle with hatred, and pushed it in and said, "Hmph, come in."

Linger quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that even if this matter is fooled, the price is to annoy Ovela.

But what will happen if Ovela is annoyed?

It probably won't happen, right?

Maybe you should say a few more good things to coax her later?

This is not my strength.

...

With a complicated mood, Lin Ge followed the girl and walked into her room. However, after entering the door, he was shocked by the scene in front of him, and suddenly he didn't know how to settle down. He looked around, speechless for a while

Then he asked, "Overa, is this... your room?"

"Of course it's."

Ovela replied in a tone of course, but then she noticed that Linge's eyes were stuck on the paper and notes scattered around the room. She couldn't help but blushed, and she quickly squatted down and picked them up one by one.

, and re-stacked, and explained two sentences: "It's just that I'm busy lately, so I didn't take care of it carefully."

This is no longer a negligent problem, right?

Linger even saw several manuscripts falling behind the cabinet, already covered with a thick layer of dust, and couldn't help but feel confused. He knew that although Princess Bemang was not the kind of cleansing ill patient, she would not treat herself like Alice.

She doesn't care about her living environment, and at least she maintains a normal cleaning frequency. Moreover, she cherishes her books, manuscripts and notes very much, so how could she let them accumulate dust in the corner?

With such doubts, the young man also helped Ovela pick up the paper scattered on the floor, and collected the ones that were not easy to notice behind the cabinet. After dusting off the dust, he swept it roughly.

At first glance, each piece of paper records the content, but more or less, the more will fill the front and back sides, while the few will often only have two or three sentences. Although their shapes are still so beautiful, if you observe carefully

However, you can see some hurricane and sloppy traces, which shows that the recorder should be a little depressed when writing, so he ignores these basic skills.

Linger picked up the piece of paper with the least number of words and read it carefully. In fact, there was only one sentence on it: "... In this way, the traveler learned the truth of the world in the Heavenly Temple outside the universe and returned.

On the way to the ground, he was attacked by a witch, and a girl died."

When he was reading, he unconsciously read it softly. He only reacted after reading it and looked up at Ovela: "Is this the plot in your novel?"

Ovela had collected all the manuscripts scattered in the floor and sofas, and was about to bind them and reseal them. He paused slightly when he heard this, and then nodded silently.

"So that's it." When Linge looked at the manuscript again, his eyes became much more complicated: "It's been written here, and the progress... is very fast."

He looked through other manuscripts and found that the manuscripts described on the paper were actually the same plot, that is, the travelers went to the Heavenly Temple far away to learn the truth about the Goddess and Eden of the Old World

, and on the way back, the story of being attacked by a witch and successfully escaping under the cover of the Heavenly Termis. In fact, it is not too far away, just half a month ago, but when young people recall it, they actually feel a sense of silence

What a feeling like a different life.

The short description is like the sentence just now. It only takes less than fifty words to pass through the secrets of the ancient world, the magnificent history and the ups and downs of battles; and the longest description

, but it seems to be written from the beginning, that is, when they went to the North Ashuka Mountain Belt, contacted the mountain tribe, and used the celestial body data left by the holy map to calculate the ancient road of the stars, the recorder began to report it to the

Every detail of the story is meticulously crafted, striving to make it close to the most realistic scene - after all, she is indeed an eyewitness to this story.

If it is a travelogue, the plot is too bold and incredible; if it is a novel, there are too many places to compare with reality. If someone seeks to prove it, he can even find a lot of evidence; if it is a fairy tale

At the end of the story, the kind and brave travelers are unable to defeat the evil and cruel witch, and are forced to flee. The girl who is always wandering between emotions and responsibilities. In the end, although she makes a choice to make herself regretless, she is

The price of one's own life and nothing has changed. Such an ending is cruel and children won't like it too much.

Of course, whether it is a brief description or a detailed description, whether the recorder deliberately wants to describe a plot, or a plot that has to be written down based on certain reasons, whether it is a travelogue, novel or fairy tale narration... in fact, there is no

It's meaningful, because these manuscripts have been abandoned by their owners, they will be scattered on the floor at will, behind the cabinet and even under the sofa, silently accumulated dust and no one cares about it.

It was not until the young man, who had been away for half a month, walked here again that he picked them up one by one. Through these words, he saw the recorder's confusion and helplessness at that time. In the dark night, he only leaned on one cup.

The flames of the lantern, the blond girl with a pale face, kept writing the same content on the manuscript paper, and kept discarding them and throwing them aside at will, as if it could erase a record. The discarded manuscript papers were

It flew in the air like a withered butterfly for a while, and finally fell down lightly and died desperately.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh: "It must be very hard, Ovela?"
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