Fairy’s Box - Chapter 953

So fast!

Sigurdor was wearing a white shirt, with long legs crossed, sitting lazily on the low wooden table, watching everything with a blind eye, and a hint of surprise flashed in his smiling eyes.

No one knows better than her what level Sophia is and how capable she is.

Looking at the entire Valhalla Palace, there is no Valkyrie who is stronger than Sophia, even if she is slightly inferior.

The Ripple Sword is also known as an unstoppable offensive stunt. Once activated, the sword body will hide in the rippled sword light, and the slashing attack is like a water pattern, making people unable to see what is real, and can only be exhausted. But Leo was able to catch the sword light with his bare hands, and instantly found the sword body from the ripples, and easily twisted it off.

This man’s fists are faster than Miimi… and his physique is also extremely strong… Perhaps, only Jegkufrey can match him…

“My sword…”

Sophia silently raised the half of the sword in her hand, and there seemed to be a cloud of mist in the depths of her pupils, which was full of psychedelic sensations.

“Wake up, you lost.”

Sigurdor didn’t give the other party time to ease his emotions, and directly and cruelly revealed the truth – it was rare for the old opponent to show embarrassment, and she did not intend to miss this opportunity to beat the underdog.

“impossible……”

Sophia murmured her fluffy bangs, her body shuddered like an electric shock, and her long hair that fluttered slightly, like the surface of a wave lake shimmering with moonlight. When she raised her head again, her eyes were as sharp as ice blades:

“It’s impossible! How could I lose to a vile man!”

boom–!

Before he finished speaking, a dark beam of light passed by, instantly shattering the other half of the sword in Valkyrie’s hand.

“…”

The black-haired knight had sharp eyes, raised his index finger on his right arm, and pointed his finger at the cut-off sword just now: “If I hear something similar again, then the next thing that gets smashed will be your head.”

“Be sensible, Sophia.”

Sigurdor walked over to Yale from behind, lightly placed one hand on his arm, tilted his head, leaned half of his face on his shoulder, and said slowly:

“You are not Leo’s opponent, and I am not on your side.”

She likes to see Sophia embarrassed, but she doesn’t want this opponent to die here at all. This sentence looks like a demonstration, but it actually gives the opponent a step down.

“…”

Sophia stared blankly at the empty palm. After hearing Sigurddo’s words, she raised her head. The sharp light in her eyes melted like ice and snow.

Sigurdor watched her leave, suddenly pounced on him, hugged Yale, stood on tiptoe, slapped him on his face, and said with a beaming smile:

“Honey, you are so amazing!”

“You seem… don’t want to see her die?” The black-haired knight asked curiously, looking at Valkyrie’s smiling face.

“You don’t want to kill her either, do you?” Sigurdo looked up at him, fascinated.

“I just want those people behind her to know of my existence, so that the authority of the queen will also be strengthened.”

Yale stroked her back lightly, his eyes turned to the iron filings scattered on the floor, and the temperature in his voice dropped suddenly, as if a cold wave was blowing out of thin air:

“If she’s still stubborn next time, I won’t show mercy.”

“You’ve changed a lot…it’s like…it’s like a different person.”

The Valkyrie seemed to have noticed something, she frowned, and a pair of amber pupils looked at him carefully.

“Whoever has been suppressed for so long has the same eruption.”

The black-haired knight gave her a plausible reason, and at the same time, he reached out and patted her cocked buttocks, kneading it twice.

“Now is not the time to do this!”

Sigurd blushed, and as expected, he temporarily put his doubts behind him, hesitated for half a second, then pushed him away, turned to pick up the clothes from the floor, and said while wearing:

“Go take a shower with me first, and I’ll tell you about Sophia’s situation one by one.”

“Alright.”

Yale picked up his shirt and heaved a sigh of relief.

…

Constant temperature garden, artificial river.

The moonlight shines on the wide river, sparkling, and the beautiful figures of the Valkyries and the plants on the shore complement each other, which is very beautiful. Sigurdor, dressed in a crisp white one-piece swimsuit, like a nimble shark, arrived at the shore like a choppy wave, and took the towel and juice from the messenger.

At this time, Yale also swam three thousand yards and landed lightly. He looked around, but no waiter came to bring drinks, not even a towel. The water flowed down the black-haired knight’s clear muscle outline. He didn’t pick up the wet towel he used on the ground, he walked directly to the drink cart and took a glass of boiled water.

“Put it down, this is not for you to drink.”

The waiter raised his chin and motioned him with his eyes to put the water glass back in its place.

“I’ll pay.”

Yale ignored him and drank it in one breath.

“I’ll let you down!”

The waiter was in a hurry, reached out and clapped his hand, making a “crisp” sound.

There were not many people swimming at night, and the channel of the man-made river was relatively narrow, and this movement was like a thunderstorm. The surrounding Valkyrie looked sideways, and when they saw a man standing beside the dining car, they laughed mockingly.

“Hey! This is not where you drink water.”

A tall and fit Valkyrie walked behind the black-haired knight, poked his back, pointed to the northwest corner, and said with a hint of mockery:

“If you’re thirsty, you can go over there and drink water.”

“…”

Yale looked over her fingers, and saw a shower nozzle stuck on the ground there. The nozzle was spraying water jets crookedly, and several young men were lying there drinking water.

“I’ll give you the cup back.”

The black-haired knight put the water glass back in its place, then reached out and grabbed the waiter’s collar, brought him up in front of him, waved his arm, and threw it directly to the other end of the artificial river.

“Ahhh!”

When the waiter’s screams flew out with her body, the mocking expression of the Valkyrie was still on her face, Yale turned around and punched her in the forehead, and the guy fell in response. Before the Valkyrie fell to the ground, the black-haired knight leaned over and grabbed her hair, striding to the spray head like a dog.

“Go away!”

He drank back a few men who were still drinking water, raised Valkyrie’s head, woke her up with two slaps, and then pressed that face to the nozzle.

“If you want me to drink this water, you’d better drink enough yourself first!”

Yale squeezed the other person’s jaw, forced her to open her mouth, and swallowed the turbulent water continuously. The cold water was also washing his bulging muscles, like a stream flowing at high speed in the raised rock.

“woo woo woo woo!”

The Valkyrie began to struggle hard, but unfortunately the opponent’s body was like cast iron.