Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

"In Vienna."

"That's a long time." He shrugged, not caring at all. "Do you need my help?"

"No, I want you to see below what the difference is between my version and yours."

He looked extremely serious, and Amadeus was stunned as he looked at him, with an indescribable feeling.

"Then I'll go first. Remember to give me some face that day."

After Salieri left, he was speechless for a long time. He wanted to say something but couldn't. Thousands of words finally turned into a sigh.

"I knew it. I should have known it earlier. How could he just give in like that?" His tone contained understanding and relief.

Andusias, you are right.

This time, I lost.

Just as he was standing there in a daze, a hand patted his shoulder.

"No matter how the story ends, at least he won't regret it."

Behind them, two huge shadows were talking.

[This test product of yours looks pretty good. ]

[At least he is much better than your subordinate who is always against you. He can't even control his own offspring... an idiot.]

[It's just a puppet, why are you yelling? Do you take it seriously? ]

[I can do what happened in 1791 again, do you believe it? ]

Although it was just an ordinary exchange, the situation became extremely strange. There was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air, and it seemed that it could explode at any time.

Of course, it only seems so.

"I'm going back to the Louvre first. Marie will be unhappy if I'm too late."

Well, it seems that this guy's nature is hard to change, and he acted like nothing happened. Alvin instantly regretted trying to enlighten this guy.

You deserve to go to the grave, the magician muttered a few words and then cleaned up the messy table. During this time, he was not surprised to see Voltaire disappear, after all, there was not much time left.

It won't be long before they all take action to participate in the largest Holy Grail War in history; so in the few remaining days, they cherish these precious days even more.

Because you never know when someone is going to disappear.

"Sometimes I think it would be nice if time could stay at this moment." He picked up the magenta camera and took a photo of the master and servant sleeping together on the sofa.

Mary was like a boy who had not grown up. She held the towel in her arms like a baby, with a large smooth back exposed behind her, rising and falling quietly with her steady breathing. The maid, Margaret, slept very well. She had a light pink shawl on her body, her head slightly tilted on the cushion, her sleeping posture was very correct, her lips were lightly closed, and her eyelids occasionally trembled.

He remembered the stories Flatt had told him in the past, in the clock tower.

"The female magician who was taught by the teacher and was like an excellent student, actually watched her insane father die without saving him, and abandoned her destiny as a magician."

"Behind all this, it's just to hold hands with the maid."

"Well, don't be fooled by the teacher's stern appearance. In fact, he——"

"——Flat Escaldes! Answer the question!" Lord El-Melloi Ⅱ, who was wearing glasses, still kept throwing the chalk, and the chalk in his hand hit Flat's forehead, and a cheerful voice came in the air.

Ah, I really miss those days when you didn't have to think about anything. It wasn't you who asked others for help, but others who asked you for help. Wherever you went, there would be relevant personnel following you. In the 21st century, this kind of product that has been eliminated by the times is simply unacceptable...

Refuse.

Alvin looked at the two people sleeping soundly on the sofa, walked to the window and locked the window that was crackling due to the wind, then added some firewood to the burning fireplace. Finally, he went upstairs and got a quilt from the room to cover them before he felt at ease to go to another battlefield.

"Let me see what's left..." He opened the door of the storage room and began to search for various foods for the winter.

The thing I am most proud of is that I successfully rescued Flat and Sphinx from the world of Fish and Chip!

Although this country's troops recycle weapons, raise both hands when saluting, and cut along the dotted line when in doubt, completing the unsolvable 0V4 endgame; but when it comes to eating, they will definitely make it clear to you.

Come on, give the British a whole life!

"Scallops, cheese, white wine, mussels, buckwheat flour, apple blood sausage and a bottle of Bordeaux red. It should be enough for three people." Alvin looked at the raw products he had selected and was very satisfied with his vision.

"By the way, if the people in Chaldea's logistics department knew that I had this skill, they would probably drag me to the cafeteria..." The magician thought of the miserable world of Red Acrher in countless parallel worlds, and was glad that it was the right decision for him not to show off his skill.

"Then, let's start the show."

PS1: The update will be at this time tomorrow.

What should I do after I finish 100 pools? (Thinking)

PS2: It seems that she has a new thunder attribute. Mei, the ruthless tool, is so pitiful.

PS3: IEM Beijing is quite close to where I live, I can go and have a look when the time comes.

Prickly heat, rotten, poof!

Chapter 77 She Belongs to You, Not to Me

(I am resurrected!)

"It's not too late for you to escape from him now. Don't sacrifice your fate because of one person."

who? Who is speaking?

"Anyway, get out of O——"

The mysterious voice hadn't finished its words yet, as if it had been cut off by someone, and turned into meaningless electromagnetic waves. This sounded very harsh to her, but soon the meaningless sound disappeared.

The reason is simple: the dream is over.

"A strange dream..." When she woke up from the dream and supported herself with her hands, she found that she was covered with a quilt.

"How long have I slept?"

The constantly swinging pendulum of the floor-standing golden-base wall clock and the hour hand pointing to VI told her how long she had slept.

"Well, this nap was really long." She took the mirror on the table and looked at herself in the mirror, but her eyes were wandering.

Whose voice is that?

What is He warning about?

What does "O" mean?

She has always adhered to the principle of not thinking about things if she can't figure them out, but now she has found herself in this circle. Fortunately, she doesn't have much time to think - because Margaret hugged her hands at this time.

"Well......"

Her maid hugged her arms in her sleep, almost half of her body nestled in her arms, and smiled as if she had thought of something.

Seeing Margaret's true appearance revealed in her sleep, Mary pulled her quilt towards her so that she could rest longer.

"By the way, I watched this child grow up." She lamented the passing of time. The girl she brought out of the slums has now become one of the best maids in Paris.

Everyone in the Versailles social circle admired her perfection, but no one knew that it took her 10 years to reach this point.

"I'll give you a day off today, Margaret." She got up from the warm quilt, put the hand that was exposed outside back into the quilt, and looked at the dark circles under Margaret's eyes, feeling a little distressed.

Mary kissed her forehead gently and said softly, "Have a sweet dream."

The room was warm and quiet, with the firewood crackling in the fireplace. Mary sat on a rug in front of the fire, staring at the dancing flames.

"By the way, where is Alvin?"

Like an elf's spell, as this sentence came out, the aroma of wine wafted into the air, the smell of lemon and green apple.

"Sauvignon Blanc." She followed the source of the aroma and finally found an uncorked bottle of white wine in the kitchen.

This bottle of white wine is produced by Château de Lusaluce. It was a rare item that was auctioned at the Bordeaux Wine Festival a few years ago. I didn't expect to see it here.

“It belongs to you and it belongs to me.”

She softly read the words printed on the wine bottle, then looked at the culprit in silence:

"spendthrift."

Alvin happened to turn around and squeezed his facial muscles upwards, with a black question mark on his face???

"No, why do you call me a loser?"

"No, why do you say no?"

Well, it seems that he doesn't know anything about this. This is a good opportunity for me to strike back! She was secretly delighted, but her face remained serious.

"Do you know how precious this thing is?"

"I don't know. I saw it in the basement and took it."

"basement?"

“Yeah, there are quite a lot of them there.”

When Alvin opened the door of the underground wine cellar and saw an entire shelf filled with the same type of white wine, Mary realized how funny her previous remarks were to him.

"Mr. Shea came back, and when I asked him the value of the bottle of wine in his hand, he just shook his head."

"I have plenty of this stuff in my cellar, just use it."

Just use it...

She rolled her eyes slightly, and a few seconds later she heard a "click" in her ears, accompanied by photos slowly popping up from the binocular reflex camera, and small punches attacking her like a storm.

When Mary realized that her subconscious behavior was captured on camera, her expression changed dramatically, from being dazed at first, to blushing rapidly due to shyness, and finally to the black and white state of despair now.

"It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over..."

She kept knocking her head against the kitchen wall, as if trying to knock a hole for herself to get out. Don't ask why Alvin knew what she was thinking.

——Because she said it herself.

"There's really nothing I can do about you." A small flame appeared on his fingertips. When it touched the photo, it first made a squeaking sound, and then in that instant, a perfectly taken photo turned into ashes in an instant.

As the photo was destroyed, her expression was like the sun appearing in Guilin today, as if what had just happened had not happened.

Well, she definitely didn't know there was such a thing as negative film.

"I didn't expect you could actually make mussels. When did you learn it?"

"Are you doubting my ability?" After dealing with the mussels in his hand, he turned his attention to the steaming scallops that had already been placed on the fire.

"Mary, help me! I'm almost overwhelmed!"

"I will forgive you this time." She rolled up her sleeves and added mussels, shallots and parsley to the already boiled white wine broth. When she saw the buckwheat flour and cheese on the right, she couldn't help but sigh at the guy's thorough preparation.

"By the way, there are some sliced ​​sausages next to the Bordeaux wine on your left."

"...You are really good."

"Hehe, who told them not to be here tonight?"

The speaker may not mean anything, but the listener may take it seriously. Alvin's casual words made her feel very confused. "This, this, this..." She suddenly ran out of ideas, became flustered, and spoke incoherently.

"Oh, and Miss Margaret's, too."

It turns out I'm not the only one. Really, it makes me gasp for air when I talk. She shook off all the thoughts in her mind and focused her attention on the food in front of her, just like the girl named Manon a long time ago.

The sound of the burning fire covered up some of the mechanical sounds. Margaret woke up from her sleep and fiddled with the magenta camera. After fumbling for a long time, she finally pressed the shutter.

A perfect photo appeared in front of her.

She looked at the photo, held it against her chest and leaned against the wall, her eyes filled with satisfaction, relief and blessings.

"You must be happy, Miss Mary."

Let's end it like this, that imperfect and deformed——

First love.

It's Rita, AWSL.jpg

PS1: What are the papers written in the unified answer? They are the risk issues of micro-loans on Double Eleven and the financing problems and solutions for small and medium-sized enterprises... It really makes me lose hair, and it's quite real.

PS2: Blackbird Fly binocular reflex camera produced by Super Headz, the one hanging on Xiao Ming's chest.

PS3: The prickly heat is so bad, puff puff, Olaf returns to 2015 again, the cold god returns in overtime, Ma Tianyu is no longer a horse, NIKO commands with his left hand and shoots with his right hand, the newcomer Borky is timid in the town, and Sha Er strikes with a heavy punch.

My youth is back! Faze Clan, go for it!

PS4: My friends circle is full of couriers, I really want to play... Who can give me a fourth princess?

By the way, QGN is 8.5 points, Mr. Qin, ah hahaha.