I Like This Dream!

I don't want any other reward, give him to me!

The sound caused silence, and then everyone was shocked and in an uproar. Countless looks flew through the air, seventeen or eighty guesses flew through the whispers, and the prosecutor had no choice but to knock the table with a hammer to silence the court.

Sir Sullivan, the king said playfully, you haven't heard of my reward for you.

No need, I want him.

Even if I plan to elevate Sullivan to a higher rank?

Same!

Count Anna's answer was so short that it was almost rude, but she had a baby face that looked younger, and a pair of gleaming eyes that were completely stuck on Chris's face, like a kitten staring at the fish with its yellow eyes, greedy. When I get up, I can't care about anything else. No noble in the city would show such a greedy look in front of the king. She was so candid that she seemed to put her trump card directly on the table.

I heard that Qing Suliwen practiced in a monastery not long after his separation, and soon went to the border. He didn't see many omegas. The king said with a smile, I can give you a court artist with all kinds of charms, or I can give you a pure and innocent one. My virginity. Do you still want this?

That's what I want, he's good-looking! An Xu said impatiently, Isn't it okay?

Caleb broke into a cold sweat at this extremely rude tone, and the nobles looked at this man in amazement who spoke arrogantly in front of the king. The yes-man Ford's expression froze, as if he was about to scold him, but suddenly his expression changed and he forced out a big smile.

The king laughed and glanced appreciatively at Count Anna. Okay, you are indeed a hero! He smiled, Looking at you, I think of myself when I was young. Then take that omega...

Your Majesty, Prime Minister Roland reminded, I'm afraid there is no precedent to follow.

Precedent? Richard II sneered, Is there any precedent for an omega who can become a knight and participate in rebellion? What precedent can be followed to deal with unprecedented absurdities? Come on! Take him to Sullivan at Ur The castle’s mansion.”

After saying that, he waved his hand and asked someone to pack the omega and send it away. The nobles who were whispering about this farce relaxed and waited for everything to get back on track.

Unfortunately not yet.

Can I leave too? Count Anna stood up, looking at the sinner walking away, and then at the king on the high platform. The little noble omega who came with her turned blue and tried to pull the corner of her clothes, but she remained motionless.

The king laughed so hard that he slapped his thigh. He waved his hand indulgently and joked: Go ahead. It seems that Mr. Sullivan can't wait to enjoy the fruits of victory!

Count Anna quickly turned over the table, ran all the way, and actually followed the group of people just now.

The nobles chuckled in unison, and many of them had already woken up. What a cunning person the newly named Count Anna is! Deliberately showing an exaggerated lust to show his loyalty not to get more fame, wealth and power; he pretended to be naive and ignorant of etiquette, but he knew how to measure and knew to ask the king for instructions every time. Knowing how to advance and retreat like this, coupled with being a young alpha with a noble bloodline and possessing good abilities, she is enough to win the favor of His Majesty the King.

The Sullivan family, who had been out of court for many years, was afraid that they would return to favor. They were thinking about how to pick up the twists and turns of their in-law relationship with Count Anna.

The Earl is still a child who has never seen the world! Ford joked.

My young alpha in Amenan should have such a romantic affair! The king waved his hand generously.

But they didn't realize that Anxu would ask the king a few questions purely out of convenience.

You see, if the king doesn't agree to give Chris to her, or doesn't let her leave with Chris right away, doesn't she have to get rid of everyone who gets in the way? You must know that An Xu can't fire map cannons now. There are hundreds of people in the court and they have to touch them one by one. It's very troublesome just thinking about it.

Anxu and Chris got into the carriage together, and she was so happy that it was not enough to describe her mood. It seemed as if she had received the express delivery she had been waiting for for months and was on her way home to unpack it; it also seemed as if she had gone through hundreds of hours of hard work and finally reached the moment where she could watch the CG animation of the ending.

This is how it unfolds! It suddenly dawned on her that Paladin Chris was not a character that could be conquered step by step through gaining goodwill, but a plot achievement reward: after building or upgrading to a certain level, and meeting event requirements, you could directly go through the fixed plot and receive reward characters. No wonder I can't increase my favorability level. It's impossible to have a favorable impression in the first place!

There was inevitably a little regret, but the excitement and satisfaction immediately outweighed this shortcoming. The side-by-side fighting route has the sweetness of teammates, and isn’t the compulsory route of falling in love and killing each other also very hot? As a player with a very good mentality, An Xu can enjoy the fun of different endings. Now that he has gone through the beginning of Ma Ma Hei's Prisoners, he needs to play well enough.

What should I do to Mr. Paladin?

He has very beautiful golden hair, which would look frivolous and cheap on many people, but his calm temperament can control this brilliant golden light and turn it into a halo behind the saint's head. His eyes were as blue as the Aegean Sea, so clear and warm, but now they were half blocked by lowered eyelids. His face could be jealously called a pretty boy, but it went well with his well-proportioned body.

An Xu really didn't expect the day she would call a soldier a beauty in her mind. She was so shocked that she couldn't think of any other description. The term gods and goddesses carries a sense of inviolability in Anxu's mind, such as the last Chris she met in her dream. The last Chris was her friend, the person who took care of her, a great saint. She felt blushing even holding her hand in her heart. She felt more guilty than guilty. An Xu felt that Chris just looked at her. It can scare her evil thoughts away from the sky. And this one...

This Chris was found guilty, admitting that he had no acquaintance or favor with Ansu. His hands and feet were shackled, his lips were chapped, and he sat beside An Xu silently and warily. He is an omega who almost became a military prostitute and now belongs to Anxu. Anxu could do anything to him, even if it was fatal or maiming him.

There is a criminological theory that houses with broken windows that are not immediately repaired are more likely to be burglarized because it suggests some kind of condoned evil. The house An Xu stared at had more than one broken window?

She laughed.

Whether in her world or here, Anxu is a contented person. She likes to be alone, with the gorgeous world in her mind. Sometimes she can smile at the interesting thoughts that pass by while walking on the road. In layman's terms, she is usually gentle and harmless but has a wild and violent mind. If the things done in real life are one, the dreams are ten, and the things that have happened in imagination are thousands.

Therefore, even if she thought she was in a dream, what Anxu thought was many times greater than what she would do.

Such as what she is thinking about right now.

If An Xu's imagination were told, countless frames would appear here, and this chapter would definitely be locked, so it will not be described. With the resources available in the information age, coupled with a slightly heavy taste of bad taste, and a rich imagination, the sale of her brainstorming videos may have to be marked with a 25-year-old ban and caution.

Having a good appearance is indeed a big advantage. On the face of an ordinary person, an expression that would make you smile, but on the face of this female alpha with light blond hair, it only looks cunning and cute. Count Anna tilted her head and stared at her prisoner without blinking, as if she was staring at a spot. Chris lowered his head under this absent-minded gaze, and his face became increasingly pale.

When he got off the carriage, he looked up unbearably at An, and what he saw was a smiling face. That cheerful and lively expression made Chris shiver all over, and he even shivered uncontrollably.

How could someone act so carefree, as if contemplating where to go on an outing, while thinking about such cruel things?

The Lock of Divine Punishment only locked up Chris's physical enhancement and had little effect on the weaker second power. Such a close distance was enough for him to read minds, and he tried three times on the road.

Twice, Chris saw the picture, and there were some... omegas being brutally treated. These scenes are too vivid. They are either things she has done before or what she plans to do next. Chris would rather be the latter. He doubts whether people who have experienced the things in An's mind and are not strong in self-healing can Can survive. The third time Chris felt emotions, rising desire and anticipation, like getting a new toy.

From this point of view, the happy expression is indeed very appropriate.

Chris's head hurt. His mind-reading ability had increased over the years, but Anxu's mental power was obviously stronger, and all he could read were fragmented images. The three mind-reading events that occurred at close intervals made him dizzy and nauseated. He didn't feel better until he was dragged by a servant to take a shower.

His prison uniform was cut into pieces and thrown away, and he was put on a loose robe, which he kept on because of the shackles. Then Chris was taken to Ann's room, and she was already there, lying on the big bed, kicking her feet up and down on the bed, in a complete children's summer camp state. Seeing Chris walking in, she rolled to the side happily and patted the place next to her.

Ann... Chris blurted out.

Hey. The old friend who has grown up as an adult said, What are you doing?

Chris closed his eyes, and the dizziness from the backlash of his supernatural powers surged up again. He felt that his throat was blocked, and... he felt unspeakably nauseated. There is nothing left to deceive oneself now. The innocent and cruel alpha in front of him is undoubtedly An.

His former friend.

His anchor.

As Chris worked his way up in spite, two things held him up. One is his ideal, the ideal of creating a world where no one is persecuted because of their origin and where humans do not have to struggle to survive under the claws of alien beasts. This dream is distant but shining, like a morning star in the dark wilderness. The other one is his friend.

Mr. Knight has many enemies, as well as many comrades and companions, but it is impossible for him to confide his worries, troubles and delusional ideals to the members who trust him. Chris is used to being everyone's leader, a trustworthy leader, and a strong protector. People often forget that he is also a human being with weaknesses and shortcomings. There is only one person who trusts him without relying on him, listens to him and understands him.

Now there are none.

Chris realized two things. First, that An would have been happy with him at that time, maybe because she had not completely transformed into an alpha psychologically and did not treat him as an omega, and now An had grown up; second, He probably loved (loved?) Ann.

When did the next thing happen? Maybe in the days when we kept writing letters and seeing each other every year, or maybe in the years after we broke up, we kept asking about each other's news and regarded each other as one of our spiritual sustenance. If An was here, she would definitely not do this, If An was here, she would definitely understand me, What will An look like when I see her now... These and other thoughts accumulate and ferment. , finally turned into late love.

But what's the point of discovering such a thing now.

Chris felt exhausted, even more than before he went to the Wengaro Line - at least then he had hope and friends who could persuade him. Look now, he has brought alien beasts into the human fortress, and brought the Knights of the Wind who trusted him into the pit of fire. Perhaps it was retribution for his failure to notice it. He saw something more terrifying than a nightmare.

He struggled for several years and finally achieved nothing and had nothing.

Anxu found that the knight's shoulders slumped. Although there was no movement, she suddenly felt that Chris's whole body had turned gray, like a burned out torch. An Xu didn't understand why her ordinary response would lead to such a result. She looked at Chris's face carefully and thought for a moment that he was crying.

Chris didn't cry, his cheeks were dry, but he had no expression.

Chris? she called.

The Knights of the Wind... Chris suddenly said hesitantly, With all due respect...with all due respect, have all the Knights of the Wind been executed?

Well, An Xu thought for a moment, I don't know.

Chris nodded and said no more. An Xu waited for a while, grabbed his arm and dragged him to the bed.

Thanks to the Lock of Divine Punishment, Mr. Knight had no strength at all and was easily brought down.