After leaving the world of all NPCs

The hem of her uniform was wrinkled and rolled up at her waist, and the hem of her shirt was pulled askew.

Being manipulated...

It's definitely being manipulated!

Ling's nine fox tails exploded like flames, and the folding fan opened up and pointed directly at Ye Zuochen.

"Let go of my sister!"

Ying then raised her head as if waking from a dream, her dizzy pupils barely focused, and she subconsciously tried to stand up straight, but her legs were so weak that she could barely support her body, and she could only hold on to the edge of the table.

"Wait, wait." Her voice was incredibly hoarse, and even the ending syllable had a slight tremor. "Ling...you misunderstood..."

"Misunderstanding?!" Ling's folding fan drew a fiery arc in the air, and her nine tails exploded like a peacock's tail. "Sister, look at yourself!"

Her eyes swept over Ying's messy clothes, swollen lips, torn black stockings, and her still slightly trembling legs, and the sound was almost squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Your face is all slapped red! Your fox ears are pulled like this! And your butt was slapped by that despicable guy..."

Snapped!

Sakura suddenly covered her sister's mouth, her cheeks instantly turning red.

His fingertips were trembling, and his gray eyes were filled with a mixture of shame, panic, and some indescribable complex emotions.

My sister saw it!

I saw myself at my worst.

Sakura's mind went blank and even breathing became difficult.

The dignity of being a sister.

The dignity of being a warrior.

At this moment, they were all crushed into mud, leaving only embarrassment and chaos.

Ling had already broken free from her obstruction, pointing her folding fan directly at Ye Zuochen, her anger almost turning into substance.

"You bastard! How dare you treat my sister like this! Using that, that..."

Her voice was stuck, her cheeks flushed red, and she could only roar through gritted teeth: "A 30-centimeter weapon! It's bulging my belly!!"

Pfft!

Yaesakura, who jumped onto the hole in the wall, slipped when she heard such an explosive speech and fell directly from the broken wall.

The Inari mask slammed to the ground.

The scarf got tangled in her long legs as she tried to steady herself.

The muffled sound seemed to press the pause button.

Sakura's fox ears suddenly stood up. She looked down at her own disheveled appearance, then looked at her sister's indignant expression, and finally her gaze fell on Yae Sakura, who was knocked unconscious.

"..."

The Soul Controlling Blade, Cold Prison Ice Sky, was unsheathed, and the temperature of the entire classroom suddenly dropped.

Ying thrust the ice-clear blade into the ground with her backhand. The icy air spread along the tiles and formed thorn-like ice flowers. "Shut up, everyone!"

"Ahem, my brother wants to talk to me." Ye Zuochen grabbed his shirt and rushed to the door. He even closed the door thoughtfully before leaving. "You sisters, chat slowly."

The door is closed.

Ice spikes and flames collided violently in the classroom.

Yaezakura frantically tried to untie the scarf that was wrapped around her calves, just in time to see Ling's folding fan and Sakura's katana bursting out with ice and fire.

"Sister, wake up!"

"It's you who should wake up now!"

"How can someone of that size volunteer?"

"I am a fusion warrior..."

Amid the sound of wooden clogs and high heels crushing ice crystals, one could faintly hear Ye Zuochen's footsteps whistling as he walked away.

042 Grandpa Vauban bites Apollo to death with his teeth

Villa with sea view.

bedroom.

The morning light shines into the bedroom through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm light edge on the wooden door.

Liliana Kranichal knelt on one knee in front of the door, her silver ponytail hanging behind her shoulders and her blue shawl spread neatly on the ground.

"Your Majesty, I have something to report."

There was no response from inside the door, only the sound of waves lapping against the shore.

Liliana kept her head down, her eyes fixed on the backs of her folded hands, her knuckles turning slightly white from nervousness.

She felt something was amiss.

Why should I report this matter honestly to the Marquis?

This thought pierced my mind like a sharp thorn.

As a knight of the Clannichal family, a knight family that has always been loyal to the Marquis, my grandfather is still proud of this even after serving under Tony.

But, he actually wanted to report to the Marquis in a hurry just because of a few casual words from that young man?

Her breathing suddenly became rapid, and her shoulders trembled slightly under the blue shawl.

A voice popped up in my mind: "How disappointing! You are really unworthy of the loyalty passed down from generation to generation in our family!"

But then, another voice in his heart retorted: "But he is the king! How could a mere knight disobey him?"

This excuse made her even more irritated.

The silver-haired girl bit her lower lip, and the scene of that day suddenly flashed through her mind.

Ye Zuochen sat on a rattan chair under the Mediterranean sun, the sea breeze lifting the strands of hair on his forehead, and he had a lazy yet inexplicably gentle smile.

"Woo..."

My heart suddenly skipped a beat and the tips of my ears felt uncontrollably hot.

The rumors I heard recently came to my mind unconsciously.

It is said that the Seventh King was a romantic young man who went to great lengths for a young girl just to reduce the sadness on her face by a few points.

In addition, there is also a date with the Roman goddess of beauty, who praised her endlessly.

She was appreciated by Luo Hao, and there were even rumors that the two kissed in broad daylight.

Some also said that they saw Ye Zuochen being served by countless beautiful shrine maidens in Kyoto...

There are simply countless romantic affairs like this.

"Could it be that I am also his prey?"

"If this is really the case, will you accept it, or will you try to shirk it a little before accepting it?"

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Liliana shook her head violently, and her silver ponytail swung heavily on her cheek.

So shameless!

She bit her lip hard, trying to use the pain to dispel these absurd thoughts... As a knight, she actually had such obscene speculations.

It’s just like those noble ladies who daydream all day long!

Suddenly, the wooden door creaked open.

Liliana subconsciously looked up, and the outline outlined by the morning light made her freeze instantly.

Ye Zuochen stood shirtless in the door frame, with water droplets dripping down his wet black hair.

The sunlight flowed across his well-defined chest, finally lingering at the end of the terrifying mermaid line.

The white shirt draped over the shoulders half-covers the body, making the uncovered part more eye-catching.

Liliana's pupils suddenly contracted and her gaze moved down uncontrollably.

"Ugh!"

A flash of silver light appeared, and the saber "Silver Master" instantly appeared in her hand.

The knight girl almost instinctively leaped forward, her silver-white blade drawing a sharp arc as she slashed straight at the weapon in front of her.

Ye Zuochen didn't even raise his eyelids. He casually grabbed her knife-holding wrist with his right hand and accurately grasped it.

Push gently with your left hand.

boom!

Liliana staggered and fell to the ground. The saber slipped from her numb fingers and bounced twice on the teak floor, making a crisp sound.

She looked up at the king standing against the light, her blue eyes trembling violently.

What made her even more devastated was that the hot air mixed with sea salt and musk was blowing in her face, and the clearly visible bite marks on it made her mind go blank.

"You, you actually..." His Adam's apple rolled over with difficulty as he squeezed out a trembling voice, "I originally thought you were different from other kings."

Ye Zuochen tilted his head and said, "This is my bedroom."

"my room."

The water drops slid down the abdominal muscles and hung in a frightening position.

"Do I need Miss Knight's approval to wear clothes?"

"But, but." Liliana's ears were red enough to bleed, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's. "At least there should be basic etiquette."

Ye Zuochen suddenly leaned forward, approaching with a warm breath, "I thought our relationship didn't need to be so formal."

"Our relationship?" Liliana shrank back like a frightened cat.

"Aren't you my knight?"

"That was just temporary service! You forced me to do it!"

"So you are not my knight. Then I must punish you for entering my chambers without permission. Do you intend to assassinate the king?"

"Aren't you in another dimension?"

"Then you can't come in without permission."

"This one……"

Ye Zuochen pressed on, "Liliana, you must know that I hate people who play tricks on me. If you are not my trusted confidant and you enter my territory without permission, are you prepared to bear the king's wrath?"

"What are you going to do?"

"I heard you seem to be writing a novel."

Liliana's face turned pale in an instant.

Ye Zuochen smiled a devilish smile. "I'm a kind-hearted person. I will help you realize your dream. I'll make tens of thousands of copies and publish them, ensuring that everyone in Europe has one."

"Gu! Despicable..."

The silver-haired girl clutched her shawl in shame and anger, her knees unconsciously rubbing against the wooden floor, making a small sound.

After a long silence, Liliana suddenly took a deep breath, straightened her back, knelt on one knee, and pressed her right hand heavily on her left chest.

"Liliana Granichar, I swear this oath. From now on, you will be the master of my sword. I pledge my life and my loyalty."

She raised her watery eyes.

"Will you accept my oath?"

Ye Zuochen's fingertips touched the back of her head and suddenly pressed it down hard: "Don't talk, help me clean it up first."

Liliana puffed out her cheeks and her Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.

Warm breath sprayed on the tip of her nose, and she suddenly thought viciously: "No matter who left this trace, now it only smells like me!"

The saber lay quietly on the floor, reflecting the swaying blue cape.

Outside the window, the sound of the early tide lapping against the shore and the cries of seagulls interweave into a wonderful rhythm.