Macho Harem Paradise Project

This topic was also asked in bed, but Luz actually still had some doubts about whether he should go through it himself.

Just like she had seen Yang Ming Shuichi and Echidna being intimate, and now she saw it with Beatrice, just watching it made her heart very happy and excited. She seemed to prefer "watching" it from the sidelines rather than experiencing it herself.

Kecp is an internet term, which means to express one's love and support for a couple or CP that one likes or supports.

In the face of ideals, boring daily life pales in comparison, so a new narrative is needed to give new meaning to one's own life and achieve a certain degree of "escape", while also giving this desire for happiness to others, forming a wonderful psychological state, and the sweetness of others is one's own happiness.

"uh-huh?"

Looking at the shy girl, the young man did not give her any more time to be sad.

When you lower your head, you can touch the soft side of her face.

Half-elf, I don’t know what the difference is between her and an elf.

Obviously, Yang Mingxiu's idea of poking the girls he had already identified as "his own people" still worked. After leaving his own mansion with a smile, the handsome and handsome man left.

"You'll have to get used to it sooner. Talking to him is harder than talking to a brick wall."

"Is Beatrice familiar with the Sage?"

Gently stroking the remaining warmth on the side of his face, Ryuzu asked.

"I can't say I'm very familiar with her."

I didn't have much contact with him at the beginning, but I always saw him wandering around.

I've seen it quite a lot, so it looks familiar.

The brick wall theory comes from his mother Echidna.

"At least the walls don't make me mad!"

The Greedy Witch still remembers the angry words she uttered as she stomped her feet in anger.

At that time, Beatrice couldn't understand why her mother was so angry and why she insisted on sticking with her mother all day. If contact with this person made her angry, she should just stay away from him.

Now, I have learned a lot about the young man's methods, and I can gradually understand the affection behind my mother's angry words.

"But the wise man is very kind to Beatrice, and..."

"What else?! Haven't you figured it out yet? That guy is a big pervert!"

Luz was stunned, looking at the closed door of the mansion, wondering what would happen if the sage suddenly turned around and heard these words.

"why?"

"Do you know what the original intention of the great sage to subdue the witch is?"

Luz shook her head. If Yang Mingxiu hadn't come to stop the demi-human war, she would never have had the chance to meet this sage.

"That's because he wants to start a harem."

. . . . . .

"Shuichi, you're here."

Still in the territory of the Kingdom of Lugnica, in a remote garden, Thearesia watched the man she had become familiar with land there.

This time, she was not holding a sword. She was still wearing the same white and green dress with two cute ponytails sticking up from the top of her head. Just by looking at this pretty and lovely girl, one would never imagine that she was such a powerful person who had completely obtained the blessing of the Sword Saint.

"Well, I'm here."

On this sunny day, Theresa felt as if she was hiding from her family and having a tryst with him.

Novels that glorify love always have such a plot: the love between a noble lady and a knight. Although it always does not end happily in the end, it is often the tragedy that makes people impressed.

In order to increase the drama in novels, men and women who are in love are always given unequal identities. For example, a noble lady is a status that a knight cannot reach. So in order to marry his beloved with a legitimate reason, the best way is to join the battlefield and win fame.

However, those authors with a bad taste always make the knight encounter accidents when he gains enough fame and is returning. He is either ambushed and killed on the way or simply dies directly on the battlefield, leaving the noble lady secretly injured.

But now.

Theresa looked at the man sitting quietly in the garden. As soon as he appeared, the flowers she had carefully tended began to sway as if they had consciousness. From time to time, beautiful butterflies fluttered around him. Under the light of the sunny day, he seemed to be the gathering of all the beauty in the world.

At the same time, he single-handedly ended the Demihuman War.

She had also heard some rumors recently, some praising the sage for returning to the world to stop the dispute, while others accusing the sage of shielding the Asians and protecting criminals.

Theresa was a little curious about this. Of course, she knew that the man in front of her was not the kind of person who would actually shield a criminal, but she still wanted to hear his specific thoughts.

Thinking of this, she ran briskly to the small wooden house where she practiced sword skills and took out the prepared ingredients from it.

This seemed to have become a habit. Whenever he was here, she couldn't help but want to make something to eat, even if she didn't particularly want to eat anything.

"Xuyi, this is for you."

The man sitting cross-legged in the garden looked up and found that the red-haired girl was handing him a piece of bread and holding milk in her hand.

"Thank you for your trouble."

"No, how could it be?"

It was just a simple treat, so it couldn't be said to be a big deal. She just wanted to do it voluntarily.

Yang Ming Xiuyi keenly noticed that the girl's attitude had changed a little. He raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. He bit into the bread. It was soft and delicious. The ingredients were good, and the ratio of sugar and water was perfect. It was not too sweet and not too tasteless.

"Did you do this yourself?"

"Well, I asked the maid at home for advice."

Thearesia sat down on the ground, tucking her skirt under her hips. If a girl from a noble family came home dirty, she might be scolded, but if she said that, people might think she was practicing hard with her sword and praise her for it.

The war was over, and her brothers and uncles began to return to the family. The Astraea family became lively again after a long absence.

?728 Gentle Sage

The women were happy that their husbands or children had returned safely, and the youngest princess Theresa was also very happy about it.

"You're perfect for this."

After swallowing the delicious bread in a few bites, Yang Mingxiu drank the milk and suddenly spoke.

"You have taken good care of this garden. Life is flowing smoothly, and your cooking skills are not bad either. You really shouldn't hold a sword."

"Mr. Shuichi,"

"Just call me Shuichi."

Sometimes the girl still can't change her words.

In her impression, Yangming Xiuyi is that unattainable existence, a hero who was active three hundred years ago and made such great contributions to the kingdom. Now, unless her grandfather also crawls out of the grave and chops a few more invading evil dragons, no one can stand shoulder to shoulder with the sage in terms of achievements and fame.

"Shuichi, do you think so too?"

"Well, I don't like lying."

"No, I don't think there was any lying, it's just..."

“My elders came back home and said they wanted to check my growth and compare themselves with me.”

"I guess I lost to you."

"Ah."

Thearesia looked up at the sky, but she still had some words she didn’t know how to say.

Not to mention sparring with swords, she can easily defeat him even with bare hands.

Obviously, she couldn't compare to the men in her family in terms of practice time and diligence, but she was so strong.

"Don't you feel it? Your grandfather's protection has been passed on to you."

"Protection?"

"That is, the protection of the Sword Saint."

"Why, this person has to be me?"

Why is it that the people who possess this power are not the elders who work harder than ourselves, but ourselves?

After all, Thearesia herself was just a girl who didn’t even want to hold a sword, and even resisted the idea of hurting others in her heart.

She has the power to kill easily, but her kindness and softness make her hate this.

Even so, she had no intention of escaping. When she learned that her Royal Guards were about to go to the battlefield, she was willing to take the initiative to hold the sword and start training, even if it meant ending her choice of having a beautiful day.

Thearesia hated this, but she would not back down.

The moment he grasped the dragon sword in his hand, he was already prepared for the possibility that his hands would be stained with blood in the future.

“The power is in you, how to use it is your own lesson.”

Yangming Xiuyi, a wise and heroic man praised by the world, looked at the younger generation of his old friend and decided to not care about anything else.

Even though he knew that any girl he came into contact with too many times would eventually fall in love with him, and that if Red in heaven knew about this, he would probably crawl out of his grave and stab him with two swords, he didn't intend to care about it.

I wasn’t flirting with Theresa. I was just guiding, teaching, and instructing her. That’s all.

"It's never the power that's at fault, but the person who uses the power. In other words, it's your own business how you use the power."

"That's even if you are stronger than everyone else."

"Shuichi,,"

Thearesia looked at the man who had saved her from the vortex of war with her deep blue eyes.

Perhaps as a sage, he would have to care whether he existed or not.

But as for the reason why he held the sword, it was indeed interrupted by him.

The girl's breathing was rapid and her cheeks were slightly redder than usual. She rubbed her hands together and mentally reminded herself to stay calm.

But will the gentle spring breeze flowing through my heart and the waves it has stirred up really stop because of this thought and warning?

If human beings can truly remain calm in the face of any situation, they will completely transcend the mundane world on a spiritual level, which is also the state that those ascetics pursue throughout their lives.

Theresa Astraea, the youngest princess of the Sword Saint family, was supposed to shine in the Demi-Human War, using the protection passed down from her ancestors to wield a sharp blade to cut off all invading enemies. She even turned the war into a bloody massacre because of the huge gap in power.

In the normal course of history, the demi-humans were killed without any chance of fighting back by the young sword master, and finally stepped out of their early victories, admitted defeat, and returned in disgrace.

But it's just a possible direction.

In Yangming's opinion, there is no joke more hilarious than this one.

Ever since he came to this world, he wanted to pay tribute to his old friend and meet this sword saint girl. He already knew her very well.

Being kind and gentle is a far nobler existence than just following your own temperament in everything.

He had thought about similar philosophical questions before, but he soon realized that it was meaningless because he was very satisfied with the world in his own eyes and had no intention of making any changes.

Even so, Yangming still felt that these people with kindness in their hearts were extremely lovely. They did not seek anything in return but simply wanted to help others. Those who were called fools seemed to be full of altruistic stupidity in the eyes of smart people.

The morning sun began to hide, and by noon the garden was filled with a slight mist, a mist that was not a problem for ordinary people, let alone people like them who held power.

"Thank you."

The girl was full of gratitude. She didn't want to hold the sword and even hated this power. However, because she had it, she had to do so under pressure. This not only went against her original wish, but also made her deeply troubled.

At first, looking at his back, I thought he was someone difficult to communicate with, but as expected, Yangming Shuichi is worthy of the title of sage and a hero who spread the spirit of resistance across the earth.

"You're welcome. I just can't stand it."

"Shuichi, you're so gentle."

"..."

A little bit of mist brought a slightly moist feeling. Yang Mingxiu always felt a little bit of mockery when looking at her pure and innocent smile in the mist.

"I'm not gentle."

"But Shuichi still protects those demi-humans, doesn't he?"

"That's only because they were deceived. This matter itself is a huge scam."

"Is it a conspiracy?"

Theresa quickly thought of the evil villains in novels who tried to change the world or achieve ulterior motives.

"So that's it."

“That’s why I’m here again.”

"Sure enough, Shuichi is a gentle sage."

"If you think so, you can."