The prediction of the elf messenger of the main army was indeed correct. The five hundred wolf riders of the vanguard arrived at the Yale Oasis that night.
Seeing these five hundred Wolfe cavalrymen, although their lips were full of dry cracks and bloodshot eyes, they were still in high spirits and their military appearance was neat and tidy, which made several generals of the Toulon regiment feel ashamed------
--------Fox in the Northeast Province relies heavily on Wolfe in the Southeast Province for assistance in border guarding tasks, and the most fundamental and precise reason can be found here.
After arranging the reception tasks, Liu Zhenzhen stood on the desert ground in the northern part of Yale Oasis, staring up at him for a long time. He still didn't wait for Sissi and the others to come back, and he felt a little worried.
Sissi set off two days ago with the mixed team that conquered the desert natives, and went to the unknown little oasis to pick up her uncle's family. Although it seemed that the other party had surrendered to her, Liu Zhanzhen wanted to show his sincerity.
, he still sent a wedding reception group composed of Helen and Mo'er to follow him. He was in charge of the defense of the entire Yale Oasis, and he really didn't dare to leave; now that the mixed regiment had returned with the prisoners, the wedding group was not even able to leave.
Not a single ghost was seen.
The more Liu Zhenzhen thought about it, the more he became frightened. With the strength of the wedding group, it was impossible for wild beasts or robbers in the desert to pose a threat to them. However, Liu Zhenzhen was worried that if they got lost or encountered natural disasters such as quicksand or dust storms,
Trouble.
Regarding the dangers in the desert, Liu Zhencheng had heard the Ostrich Ostrich guides sent by the Cambridge United Team talk about it countless times. In the Taklamago Desert, there is a kind of "mirage", which is hidden in the vastness.
The mirage illusion released by the "giant sand sea mirage" under the sand sea can easily make people lose their way and wander further and further in the vast desert, until they run out of water and food, and their bones are buried in the yellow sand.
In comparison, mirage and mountain mirage, although they are both mirage illusions released by giant mirages, are far less dangerous than sand mirage {PS: mirage, that is, a big clam.} Liu Zhenzhen became more and more scared the more he thought about it.
The night is getting darker, and a large area has been cleared in the center of the Yale Oasis. Countless excited audiences are watching the second additional live broadcast of Diwei. This live video is the original video of Fei Lengcui led by Divine Comedy Shaman.
The life and death battle between the God of War Summer Palace Guards and the Flame Emperor. On the magic screen, the scene that appeared at this moment was exactly the scene of Spurs Knight Corina straightening the seven-meter heavy dragon gun and launching a fearless charge towards the Flame Emperor. Because it was
The completely clear panoramic reappearance, the mammoth knight with golden rattan armor all over his body, the heroic figure and the tense atmosphere tightly grasped the hearts of all the audience like a big hand, and a huge gasping sound sounded in the oasis
, several porcupine warriors who were sitting on the top of a date palm tree watching the live video were so nervous that they actually fell down from the tree.
Liu Zhenzhen hung the luminous dragon ball on the palm tree next to him, hoping that this would provide a striking beacon for the wedding group when they came back. He raised his wrist and looked at the time scale on the "Twelve Time Wrist Wheel", Liu Zhenzhen thought to himself.
, if the wedding group doesn't come back in another hour, you might as well go find them yourself, so you don't have to worry and get angry.
Guoguo, wearing a cowboy hat and a red scarf around her neck, was batting a ball carelessly at the side. The little parrot stood on the palm tree, watching Guoguo play wildly.
This leather ball made from the fleshy body of the Evil Eye Tyrant is of very good quality. It has been ravaged by a group of violent men for such a long time, and it has not suffered any damage at all - it is indeed a super-level monster.
The body is made of leather and is solid enough.
Seeing Guo Guo's innocent look, Liu Zhenshao couldn't help but think of the two blood babies sent to Bing Huang. It had been a month since they were separated. He really wanted to go back and see them now.
A ferret fur cloak was gently placed on Old Liu's shoulders. Liu turned around in shock, and it turned out to be the little nun Joan of Arc.
Under the soft yet bright light of the Luminous Dragon Ball, Joan of Arc, dressed in a black nun's robe, was leaning under a palm tree, smiling reservedly at Liu Zhencheng.
Because she had just washed her hair, Joan of Arc had not yet put on her nun's headscarf. Her long, wet brown hair was like a waterfall, completely hanging down to her buttocks. The light was discernible and set off a picture.
The pretty face with picturesque features is extremely youthful and charming.
Liu Zhencheng's eyes were a little straightened as he looked at it. He didn't expect that Joan's hair had grown so long, and he didn't expect that her long hair would have such an intoxicating and unique style. If he had known better, what kind of mirror would he have bought?
?Let Joan of Arc take off the nun's headscarf. This long hair is a mirror!
Liu Zhensha finally understood why Master Puskas was so worried about handing over Joan of Arc to the Holy See of St. Paul to be a saint. Such a beautiful long-haired saint might be a group of priests and dignitaries who are used to playing in the confessional.
Even if you chop off the head, you should try to taste it.
"Dad, why do you always look at me?" Joan of Arc blushed and lowered her head, her long and slender fingers nervously scratching the palm trees next to her.
Liu Zhancheng was completely stunned. Guoguo, who was playing the ball with a big smile on the side, also grinned and looked at Joan of Arc stupidly, letting the Xieyan brand ball bounce to the distance with a "dong dong dong"
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This is the first time that Joan of Arc calls herself daddy! Liu Zhenzhen can hardly believe that this is true!
You know, Joan of Arc never even called her biological father, Master Puskas!
When Liu Zhenshao and the father and daughter first met in Valencia, the capital of the Duchy of Dorote, the father and daughter rarely spoke to each other, and their relationship was as tense as possible. Now it seems to have changed.
Well, this time in Shabak, Joan of Arc went shopping with Master Puskas.
"Dad..." When Joan saw Liu Zhenhan still staring at her stupidly, her pretty face turned red and she pouted in infinite irritation.
"Why did you remember to call me daddy like that?" Liu Zhencheng asked strangely.
To be honest, "Dad" is obviously a very sacred title. Although it was called sweetly from the mouth of a young nun, it completely changed the taste in Liu Zhenzhen's ears. He couldn't help but think that if the beautiful and beautiful Jeanne d'Arc
Call yourself daddy while talking to yourself.
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You beast! Joan of Arc is your bonded daughter! Old Liu scolded himself desperately in his heart, but he couldn't suppress this sinful thought.
"I call you dad because I am your goddaughter! Shouldn't I?" Joan of Arc was naughty and a little cunning, and winked at Liu Zhenshao. This explanation was really full of Liu Zhenshao's style.
"I'm not used to it for a while." Liu Zhencheng's heart was aroused by Joan's cooing action. His heart suddenly felt like a cat's paw scratching, and a ghost fire rose up, and he quickly said a non-nutritious greeting.
Changing the subject: "Dear girl, why didn't you watch the live broadcast of Diwei?"
"I don't really like watching this kind of live action of Divi fighting and killing. I just watched Divi alone in the tent taking pictures of the scenery." Jeanne smiled: "Dad, you don't have to worry too much.
Sissi, a native of the desert, is here. Sister Helen and Mo'er will be fine. Maybe something has delayed them."
"Anyway, I have nothing to do. Just wait here and wait for them. I won't worry." Liu Zhanzhen helped Joan of Arc put on the nun's headscarf and put the ferret cloak on the little nun's shoulders: "
It gets extremely cold at night in the desert. You should take care of your health. My luminous dragon beads and singing clothes have the effect of relieving the cold and keeping the heat at bay..."
Because of this intimate gesture, the "father and daughter" were a little close, which was within the standard ambiguous distance. The two people's eyes were staring at each other. Liu Zhancheng looked at Joan of Arc's beautiful eyes that could not bear to be moved away.
I was a little crazy for a moment, and my voice gradually became softer and quieter.
After a brief moment of confusion, both Liu Zhensha and Joan of Arc realized their gaffe and turned their heads away from each other, their faces burning.
Guo Guo stood on the ground with her hands on her hips, staring at Joan of Arc and Liu Zhancheng, her big furtive eyes constantly turning around.
The little parrot standing on the palm tree had its eyes brighter than an owl, and tilted its head sideways, as if eavesdropping.
Joan of Arc was ashamed and angry when she saw the behavior of the two little beasts. She spat softly and lowered her head, not daring to raise her head.
"Kiss me, kiss me, oh, I'm so anxious, not professional at all," the little parrot said dissatisfiedly.
"This little beast! Ever since the blood points of Ice Phoenix and Fire Crane were given to it, it seems to be getting more and more ghostly!" Liu Zhenshao was exposed, and he gnashed his teeth and cursed at the little parrot: "Keep talking nonsense, don't you think?
Tear your mouth off!"
The little parrot immediately said "Silly B~", flapped its wings and flew away. Guoguo lay down on the ground with his belly in his hands, punching the sand on the ground with his fists, and laughing "gurgling".
"A nun is married to God Paul. I cover my hair with a scarf to show the will and strength that will not be broken down..." Joan of Arc's voice trembled like malaria as she finished speaking.
After such a meaningless remark, she herself felt embarrassed. She covered her face in shame and squatted on the ground, like a quail before the cold snap, trembling all over.
Liu Zhenshao was thicker-skinned than Witherspoon City Wall, and he couldn't help but blush at this time.
Joan of Arc's words were too subtle to conceal. With Liu's shocking IQ, it was strange that he couldn't hear the underlying meaning.
However, apart from the embarrassment, Liu Zhancheng also felt a burst of joy in his heart at this time, just like a pauper who picked up an empty wallet and soon discovered that the wallet was worth more than diamonds.
Along with this secret joy, there is also deep guilt, three asymmetrical emotions, which are like vines entangled in an ancient tree, tightly lingering in Liu Zhenzhen's heart, and they are still messy after being cut and sorted out.
From the time when he teased Joan of Arc on Dolot Street, to when Master Puskas handed Joan of Arc over to him, and until now, Liu Zhenzhan himself was very confused as to where the little nun was in his mind.
, but the only thing that is certain is that he has never regarded Joan as his daughter. As for other crooked ideas, it cannot be said that they are not there, but they are not blatant.
"Joan of Arc...I..." Liu Zhenzhen took a deep breath and secretly thought about what to say to break up the current awkward atmosphere.
"Dad! Did you know? My father is about to pass away..." Joan of Arc suddenly raised her head and interrupted Liu Zhensha's nonsense. Although her whole body was still shaking badly, she still gritted her teeth and tried her best to
Courage to say these words.
"Master Puskas? He always likes to play this Boolean..." Hearing what Joan of Arc said, Liu Zhenzhen's face was so hot that he could fry a poached egg.
He felt embarrassed for his random conjecture just now. He really wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl in. He was really lustful.
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"It's true... The magic element in his body has begun to fail... This is what he told me personally... It's not a joke..." Joan of Arc was very excited, and her teeth were like seven stars.
Like a crossbow, it "knocks, knocks" continuously.
"God of War." Liu Zhenzhen felt as if his chest had been hit by a big stone, and he was stunned.
Although Master Puskas has always claimed that he is about to die, Liu Zhenshao always thought he was just joking. But today when the news was confirmed from Joan of Arc, he really felt like his heart was pierced. Puskas
The master is one of the best people to him, and Liu Zhencheng misses this feeling very much.
Anyone with a little knowledge of elements in Pancontinent knows that the gradual exhaustion of magic power is a sign before the magician is about to die. The same is true for Behemoth Sacrifice. If the singing power begins to decline in the body of Behemoth Sacrifice, it means that Behemoth Sacrifice
His health and life were about to come to an end, and it was precisely for this reason that the current golden-robed priest, Lord Milu, abdicated.
"He..." Jeanne's chest heaved violently, and she stopped talking for a long time, but she still couldn't muster the courage to say the following words.
"Don't worry, Jeanne, I will do my best to find a elixir for your father to extend his life." Liu Zhenzhen nodded solemnly: "Although I don't know whether the Eastern Dragon's body really has the miraculous effect of immortality, I
Both Guoguo and I have eaten Tyrannosaurus eggs, so when the time comes, give my blood to your father to drink first."
"He...he...he told me...he has said through divination...that...you and I...will have a child..." Joan of Arc finally encouraged
Taking courage, he trembled like leaves swaying in the wind: "... Just six days later... Father wants to see this child with his own eyes before he dies..."
Liu Zhenshaan almost fell to the ground with a somersault.
"Dad... I am your goddaughter... I am really scared... I don't want to do this... Incest is the biggest original sin... I have persisted for a long time.
Oh my god... I really have to say it today... I'm afraid..." Tears burst out of Joan of Arc's eyes, and her rose petal-like sandalwood lips completely lost their color. As soon as she finished speaking, her delicate body suddenly became violent.
She threw herself into Liu Zhancheng's arms, and her helpless and hesitant crying would break the heart of anyone with a conscience who heard it.
"Is this why you called me "Dad" today?" Liu Zhencheng smiled bitterly and stroked Joan of Arc's cloud-like hair: "Has this problem been bothering you for a long time? While everyone is away tonight, you finally asked me
Do I have the courage to speak out?"
Joan of Arc nodded vigorously in his arms.
"Jean d'Arc, don't be like Gotani and hide everything in your heart." Liu Zhenzhen breathed out the pent-up sullenness in his chest for a long time, and said to Jeanne d'Arc word for word in the most solemn tone: "I
I admit that Master Puskas is a very good magician, but prophecies also have probabilities. The prophecy that you will be pregnant with my child in six days is even more ridiculous! As long as you are not willing, no one dares to force you to be anything you are not.
Something you love to do! No one else can!”
"I'm afraid...I'm really scared..." Joan of Arc raised her pretty face full of tears.
"What are you afraid of? Little fool, do I look like a rapist?" Liu Zhenzhen laughed loudly and scratched the little nun's nose: "No one dares to force you! Now I swear to you with Guoguo's life,
I will never infringe on you in any way! I never thought of doing that! How could I be so shameless?"
"I believe you!" Joan of Arc burst into tears and smiled: "Actually, you are already a good person in my mind!"
"I used to be a good person." Liu Zhenzhen smiled bitterly.
"People didn't know who you were before! In fact, I believed you wouldn't do that, but I was still scared, but now I'm not scared anymore!" Joan of Arc excitedly raised her toes and pointed at Liu Zhenzhen's right cheek.
"Baji" gave a big kiss: "If you were not my godfather, I think I must have fallen in love with you! God... I actually fell in love with my own father... Hahaha...
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"Silly girl! Just say some crazy things!" Liu Zhenzhen subconsciously touched his face. He felt a mixture of emotions. The little nun's lips were as gentle and lovely as rose petals. Being kissed by her like this, Liu Zhenzhen was shocked in his heart.
On the contrary, there is a slight sadness.
"It feels so good to have no worries!" Joan of Arc breathed a long sigh of relief, opened her arms, and looked up at the fragrant handkerchief in the sky.
"You are just asking for trouble!" Liu Zhenzhen laughed.
"Dad, I'm going back to sleep! I'm going to take advantage of the good mood now to weave a sweet dream!" Jeanne wrinkled her nose and took a deep breath of cool air. As she ran away, she waved her hand vigorously to Liu Zhanchen, her beautiful long hair
A faint orchid fragrance was thrown into the night sky.
"Damn it!" Liu Zhancheng looked at the back of Jeanne d'Arc and then at the fruit on the ground: "What the hell is this!"
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