chater32 This combination of a dragon and an angel was so shocking that it made me feel dizzy.
I can't for the life of me imagine Sylvide doing such a thing.
He looked at me and smiled, the smile was so bright and beautiful, his eyes only looked at me, as if he could only see me in the world.
He opened his arms and shouted loudly: "Ot Saga, I love you, Saga, marry me" The melodious dragon roar of Tradoris resounded through the sky, echoing with his voice in the garden outside the Palace of Glory, lingering in the smoke and clouds of Jerusalem, like a holy voice from outside the sky, slowly swinging into my heart .
I couldn't help laughing when I saw Sylvide like this: "Oh, I'm really impressed by you, you can even do such a stupid thing." " "Haha" Sylvide scratched his head and felt a little shy.
He didn't look like the Lord of Darkness at all.
He murmured like a little boy: "Now the whole heaven knows about it.
If you don't agree to me, I won't be able to see anyone."
The tone became more pleading: Oh, you agreed, okay?"
My heart was instantly filled with a strange feeling.
When he shouted "marry me", I was really moved, and I almost nodded.
But I can't, I can't.
I obviously like Orea, and I just treat Sylvide as my best friend.
I don't want to hurt him, but I can't agree to it.
"Che" I made a disdainful syllable: "What do you care about me?
You don't think about the consequences of doing things?"
without skipping the word.
I pretended to turn my head and ignore him.
Unexpectedly, Sylvide's face turned red.
He said coquettishly: "I don't care, you have to promise me anyway."
Then he pointed at his nose and said solemnly: Look, look, actually I am very Not bad.
If you marry me, I will be nice to you, and anyone else will be nice to you."
"Who do you mean by other people?"
I was just about to say that Sylvid was narcissistic when a cold voice came from behind me.
When I looked back, I was almost scared out of my mind.
"Beat Rhea" I exclaimed, and I saw Orea wearing aqua blue robe floating behind me.
The airflow around him swirled and twisted, and a violent breath rushed towards me.
On the right hand he raised, a white round energy ball was brewing, exuding a surging and powerful aura.
His head was lowered, hidden under the silver-gray hair, and I couldn't see his expression at all.
I suddenly had an ominous premonition and my heart contracted suddenly.
Silverd looked at Orea with a helpless expression, six golden wings slowly fanning behind him, dark purple lightning flowing on his palms, and the huge energy distorted the space.
"Brother, I know you also like Saga, but I can't let you."
Sylvide said, with a slight apology on his face but it quickly disappeared.
After that, his eyes were tightly locked on Orea's movements.
A move.
"Really" does not skip words.
Orea slowly raised his head, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
His ice-blue pupils were as deep as the water of the Jordan River, but his face was so gloomy that it made my heart palpitate.
The next second, I only saw Orea's body turning into an afterimage, and he suddenly rushed towards Sylvide, hitting Sylvide's face with his fist.
Sylvide was accidentally shot off Tradoris' back and fell on the green grass.
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He looked at Orea in disbelief, but Orea's second punch had already been directed towards He attacked.
I can't believe that Orea would treat Sylvid like this.
He has never behaved so violently, not to mention that the target was his younger brother.
"No."
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I rushed in front of Orea, blocking Sylvide behind me.
Orea's fist grazed my cheek and failed.
I saw Orea's pupils suddenly shrink, and then he became furious: "Oh good, you have learned to block others' fists."
Do you really think I won't hit you?"
Don't skip the words.
I held his hand: Oh Orea, don’t, don’t do this. " He shook off my hand and sneered: "Why don't you get out of my way?"
I shook my head heavily: I won’t let him unless you promise me not to hurt him.”
"Okay, let me ask you a question."
Orea's eyes were fixed on mine: "Do you like him?"
No words skipped.
"I" I, I can't answer: ot I don't know"
"Okay."
Orea nodded, and then pushed me away.
My body flew up and landed in the main hall of the Glory Hall.
I got up and wanted to rush out, but the entire Glory Hall was shrouded in powerful restrictions. , I can't get out.
I saw Orea walking towards Sylvester little by little, and Sylvide looked at him blankly.
He could not imagine that Orea would treat him like this.
I knocked on the ban on the door and shouted: O'Lea, don't, don't," but O'Lea seemed to have not heard what I said.
He grabbed his right hand in the void, and the Holy Sword Glory suddenly appeared in his hand.
I He shouted in horror: "Ot Hill, get up, run, run, run!"
Sylvide looked at me in despair, and then at Orea who was walking toward him with a sword in hand.
His eyes darkened, and he gritted his teeth and quickly got up from the ground.
He drew his sword and pointed it at Orea: "If you really want to fight, I won't be afraid of you."
"Really" does not skip words.
Orea looked back at me, his eyes sharp as if he wanted to pierce me: "Ot Saga, do you think I should kill this rebellious person who attacked the God King?"
kill I feel like I've been struck hard by thunder.
If Orea wants to kill Sylvid, she can't do this.
Sylvide's voice reached my ears, and he smiled at me and comforted me: "Oh, Saga, don't be afraid, I'll be fine." " And I am not optimistic.
Everyone in the world knows that no one can bear the wrath of the God King.
What the hell is going on?
They are brothers.
I originally thought Orea was just losing his temper, but he actually had murderous intentions.
Anxious tears welled up in my eyes.
I pulled out my sword and slashed at the ban with all my strength, but to no avail.
I cried and begged him: Oh Orea, what's wrong with you?
You are brothers, don't hurt Sylvide.
"He turned his head and didn't look at me again.
At this time, the 12 God King Guards who were attracted by the fluctuation of divine power appeared neatly in the sky above the Hall of Glory.
Liszt looked at the scene in front of him in confusion and asked: "What happened to Your Majesty?"
Olea held the sword in both hands, his eyes were like torches, and his voice was gloomy with obvious murderous intent: ot the traitor Sylvide, attacked the God King, despised the power of God, and tried to usurp the throne, his crime should be punished."
The God King's guards were all stunned, and then they all drew their swords and rushed towards Sylvide, quickly surrounding him. chater32 chater32 is hand typed by members.
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