Chapter 3212 You Elves Are Really Good at Playing

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No, it’s not so much Alexander, it’s more of a pain in the ass. I’m not bragging. Representatives of various ethnic groups, which high-level officials I haven’t met, or even talked and laughed with each other?

So, there is no doubt that the people standing here are all acquaintances.

For example, Tamoya, a new orc friend of the fox tribe in recent years, is also the little fox’s new best friend and teammate. She is undoubtedly a representative of the bear tribe. When she saw my eyes, she immediately smiled and waved hello. Lord Wu Emperor's heroic demeanor is fascinating.

Another example is the elves...

I:"……"

Beiya: "..."

"You are such a busy man. You left the Holy See Mountain and came here again." I said with a half-hearted smile.

"What the hell, isn't that idiot Wu? He just got married to this one, and he's about to marry that one too. He's a very busy man." The idiot Elf Princess became increasingly good at talking, and her words actually made me speechless.

"Why, are you going to make sister Lucia, who loves you so much, a widow... ah, single for the rest of your life?" I had no choice but to use the title of little fox to try to suppress her.

"I just want sister Lucia to open her eyes a little more and find a man who is even slightly smarter."

"That's a lot to ask for. You're talking like you're smart."

"It's a hundred times, a thousand times better than the idiot Wu Dao."

"Whether I am a thousand times smarter or a hundred times smarter, I can't help but explain it clearly."

"I have already seen through the language trap of idiot Wu."

"Okay, I admit that you have become smarter."

With a slight sigh, I gave up. Everyone's IQ is rising these days, but I am the only one who is not. What is the principle and mechanism of this? Could it be said that everyone in the Dark Continent owes me some IQ? !

Seeing my dejected look, Beiya's girl Feng Yan was so happy that she made a cute face at me, her proud tail almost raised to the sky.

Seeing her arrogance, I added unexpectedly: "Is it because nutrition has gone to IQ?"

The stupid princess was stunned, and it took her three seconds to realize what I meant by this sentence. She suddenly became angry, lowered her head and said nothing, and put on the iron-fingered tiger, and swung the tiger at me with a small force. fist.

I really want to know what kind of mood and thoughts Tiason and her pair of iron-fingered tigers had at the beginning.

However, the difference in strength is too big. Watch me hide, I hide, and I hide again.

I walked easily and avoided all Beja's attacks. I still had time to yawn. Suddenly, when I took a step back, I bumped into something soft behind me.

Who can stand silently behind Ben Druid? While apologizing, I turned around and saw an elf girl with a bright smile, red hair and red eyes, who seemed to be able to convey enthusiasm directly to her.

"Hi." She waved.

"Yeah...ha...hi." I responded hastily, and I was confused. Hey, do I know her? Could it be the fault of a goldfish-level memory? Impossible, how could such a distinctive girl be forgotten after seeing her once?

However, before I could ask, this enthusiastic, cheerful and familiar elf girl made a move that even more surprised me. She suddenly stretched out a pair of arms, passed them under her armpits, pulled them up, and pulled me from behind. He held the position firmly and greeted Beiya who was approaching him.

"Beiya Beiya, I have captured His Highness the Prince."

"Well done, Sister Cirilla, just hold that idiot and don't let him go. I'm going to beat him up." He rushed in front of him with murderous intent. Without saying a word, Beya raised her little fist and hit me. There was a loud bang.

"..."

In fact, I am hesitant now, whether I should consider the pair of tall and soft objects that are pressing against me from behind, or Beja's iron-fingered tiger fist that is coming from the front.

While I was hesitating, I suddenly felt someone behind me. What was this person called, who seemed to be pulling me from the side? Cirilla's elf girl, so I was finally let go, and the wonderful feeling on my back also left, and I no longer had to worry about which side to take care of.

"That's enough, you little girl, please introduce me to me." I held Beiya's fist, stretched out my hand to pick her up, turned her around, and put her in front of the two elf girls in front of me. I rolled my eyes curiously, if not As expected...

Without waiting for Beja's introduction, the two elf girls who appeared one after another knelt down on one knee with serious faces and paid the highest knightly courtesy.

"Xirila, the inheritor of the Dance of Prayer Knight."

"Feili, the inheritor of the Knight of Steel Rose."

"I have met His Highness the Prince."

"As expected, it's you. It's our first time meeting you. Please give me some advice, Cirilla and Feili." I nodded in understanding and stretched out my hand to help them up, but suddenly I retracted my hand as if I was electrocuted.

"Wait, what did you just say? Who is the Dance of Prayer and who is the Rose of Steel?"

"Inheriter of the Dance of Prayer Knight." The enthusiastic elf girl standing in front of her with red hair and red eyes and a smile, repeated again.

"Inheriter of the Rose Knight of Steel." Another elf girl with gray hair, blue eyes, and an expressionless face, like an imitating robot, repeated in a cold tone.

I:"……"

"You two...are you on the wrong side? Are you really not lying to me?"

"Sister Sirila, look at it, I told you that this idiot Wu will definitely not believe it and look suspicious and stupid. I won." Beiya next to her suddenly jumped up and smiled happily.

"Oops, it seems that I really lost to His Highness Beja." Sirila, the inheritor of the Dance of Prayer Knight, gently raised her shawl of red hair and said with a hearty smile.

I:"……"

If they are not working together to deceive me, then I can only say, Sharon and Lan Laluohe, you two are really good at playing, exchanging the image of the inheritor with yourself, it is simply 666.

"Ahem!" I barely concealed my gaffe and tried my best to smile as kindly as possible: "It seems you already know me, so you don't need to introduce yourself anymore."

"Of course, His Highness the Prince's name has already spread among our sisters. The other sisters who are still in the third world want to see it with their own eyes. This time, Feili and I beat us to it."

Cirilla said with a smile, while circling me, looking up and down carefully, and suddenly turned back to look at Beja.

"Beya Beya, as expected, is as ordinary as the rumors say."

"Right, right."

As they spoke, the two of them laughed heartily as if no one else was watching.

I:"……"

I had no choice but to turn my attention to Feili, who seemed to have the same three attributes as Sharon. The girl with gray hair and blue eyes looked at me without blinking from the beginning. She once competed with Sharon and lost miserably. I will not fall for this again, so I immediately brought up the topic lightly.

"Feili, it's nice to meet you." Then she lowered her voice and said, "You really didn't lie to me. You are the inheritor of Lord Sharon, the knight of the Dance of Prayer, right?"

Feili: "..."

"Hey, Feili, Your Excellency Feili~~~"

"I'm in a daze." Feili woke up and muttered to herself. She suddenly raised her head and looked at me. She took a few steps back with a scared expression.

"No...don't get so close, Feili...is scared."

I:"……"

I recalled the arrogant, cold and arrogant image of Lan Larohe in my mind, and compared it with the Feili in front of me, I couldn't help but OTZ.

You guys are so good at playing.

"Feili is more shy of strangers, but I think if it is His Royal Highness, he will get to know her quickly." After being tapped on the shoulder, Cirila came up to me and explained to me in a familiar manner.

"If it's for comfort, I understand. If not, I'd like to know where you get your confidence?" I smiled bitterly. Looking at Feili's appearance, she was no longer an ordinary shy person. She had quite a bit of the male fear of the pornographic maids back then. It's a disease, and it's not an ordinary trouble to treat.

"Because His Highness is... how should I put it, but we think [Ah, His Majesty's character is comparable to His Royal Highness King Arthur back then, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a sweetheart in this life], the husband recognized by Her Majesty the Queen, Feili must be a man who can conquer even Her Majesty the Queen."

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