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    The two have a meal at the same time....

    When she is in contact with other people's limbs, she can still keep calm, let herself relax, and "dance" with each other, but right now, this is a bit....

    Leng Yiyao took a deep breath and counted how many years she had never had a similar experience. What's more, he is still such a general who can't take his eyes off as long as he sees it!

    She licked the tip of her lips subconsciously, and when she looked up, she found that Homer was looking down at her quietly.

    Those eyes, as deep as the ocean, could not be turbulent, but revealed an unfathomable depth.

    Frey was on the side, just looking at it, he felt that the temperature on his face was out of control. Well, wasn't this just a good teaching? How come the picture freezes when you turn around?

    She blinked and smiled suddenly: "You brought me to 'Bai Ze' so late, thinking about it, the marshal wasn't just here to teach me sports, right?"

    Teach her to exercise?

    Looking at the frozen picture between them now, Homer hooked his lips. It turns out that "puns" in this world can still be so imaginative.

    "Then why do you think I brought you here?" He opened his mouth, without evading suspicion, and continued to clasp her hands, as if he didn't notice how eye-catching the posture between the two was.

    "I just can't figure it out, so I want to ask for advice." The posture of turning her head made her focus on him unconsciously. She struggled and wanted to withdraw a little bit, but the next moment he was holding her back. His waist, the whole person was immediately blocked by him from all actions.

    Leng Yiyao was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, his chuckle was already in his ears. "Compared with the epee, the Schechelle scimitar is not suitable for you, so let's change it."

    A few numbers passed by her ear, and before she raised her eyes, he had already removed the shackles from his hands and relaxed her to freedom. It seems that everything just now is just passing by.

    He stood still, an arm's length away from her, not far or near, neither deep nor shallow, only those smoky eyes fell on her quietly, without showing any emotion.

    At this moment, everything seems to have finally drawn a dot.

    She suddenly smiled brightly, and the spiritual energy in her eyes swirled, reflecting the light above her head, as if she could see all the light in the world!

    Why did she bring her to a secret military location in the north late at night, why was she suddenly interested in explaining the essentials of the epee to her, and even wanted to "teach her personally"...

    "Sheschl's Scimitar"....

    She licked between her teeth with interest, her pupils contracted, and the light in her eyes became more and more dazzling.

    In this world, there is only one person who has seen her use the "Shecheer Scimitar".

    Zhai Mu was completely frank with his master.

    Come to think of it, when he watched her helplessly kill the two rapists outside the room, he never expected that this would be a key issue in uncovering her veil.

    She has no doubts about the wide range of military influence. Since Zhai Mu can detect that the most popular Prince Lu Ming died at the knife's edge, how could the immortal in front of him not know?

    The whole country, the murderer who is now wanted is standing in front of him, and he still smiles so calmly...

    Leng Yiyao turned her head and smiled in her heart.

    "Then you think that the machete is not suitable for me, what is suitable?" She looked down at the sword in her hand, couldn't help but slowly narrowed her eyes, her fingertips gently touched the blade, and blood rushed to the front. gushing.

    Tsk, this sword is really not made of steel. After all, it's not the same thing as the epee used in competitive sports in a previous life...

    She raised her head and slowly sucked the wound on her fingertips. Scarlet blood left traces on her lips, and there was such a drop, and it was welcoming...

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