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Chapter 87: I'm still going to be unparalleled.

Speaking of which, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and she said with some surprise: "Wait a minute? You said he is your cousin? But you are in your thirties, so how can he be your cousin!"

"I'm seventeen..."

The corners of the bearded cousin's mouth drooped helplessly. "I didn't lie to you, I'm really seventeen, but he seems to be really my cousin. I asked Her Majesty the Queen before that he hasn't had his seventeenth birthday yet, but he's actually only sixteen."

Pomona tugged off his full beard ironically.

"Haha, I believe your cousin Sixteen, but how did you grow that beard in just a few years? Did you grow a beard when you were ten years old?"

Hans scratched his face and replied dejectedly, "I don't know why, but it's true that he started to grow a beard when he was eleven..."

The Marquise pursed her lips, and forced her smile to coax: "Okay, you say yes, my mother actually fell in love with a seventeen-year-old milk doll, and not only looked at it, but also... puff, hahaha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha "

In the end, she still didn't hold back, she covered her stomach and screamed, and tears came out of her. "How dare you say that you are not thirty? If you really are not thirty, then you will have the final say in everything from now on. Oh, I'm going to die of laughter."

Amid Pomona's increasingly unbridled laughter, the bearded cousin lowered his head in frustration, secretly making up his mind that he must shave his beard when he goes back!

This great determination does not contain any impurities, just to prove that he is an honest and good man.

……

When the bearded cousin vowed to become the little black-faced cousin, William, who was 28 years old, was waving his "big stick". After chasing the fifty-eight-year-old Gilber rushed to the center of the battlefield.

"William!" A mournful and joyful call sounded.

Avril, surrounded by the knights of the Royal Capital Knights (pseudo), rode a horse to William, while Gilbert took advantage of his distracted opportunity to get into the professional legion of the Warren family and lead him. With the surviving professionals hula la withdrew a long way.

Her Majesty the Queen looked at William's tattered bodyguard uniform and could not wait to immediately hug the poor little guy into his arms to greet him.

Is that Farrell woman a pervert?

She looked at the large and small holes in William's trousers with distress. Although she didn't see any wounds, the bloodstains around the holes were real, and she recognized at a glance that it was a penetrating wound.

William must have been severely tortured and even abused by that woman, otherwise how could his pants rot like this. Even the cloth on the buttocks was torn off (Poison Fire Hyena: barking), the woman from the Farrell family has done such a ruthless hand, absolutely must not let her go!

Avril endured so much that she didn't rush over to check on William's injury. She avoided the eyes of others and asked softly with a trembling voice, "William, are you alright?"

William was taken aback by her attitude, how am I? I am so good! Didn't I just beat Gilbert all the time? Why are you asking this like I've suffered a lot?

Avril's peach blossom eyes were slightly red, resisting her inner excitement, trying her best to keep a calm expression on her face, and telling her own situation during this time.

"William, after you stayed to block that woman, I immediately found Gilber and wanted him to save you, but I was detained by him. He said that if I didn't marry him, I would not rescue you. You didn't agree to his conditions, you... don't blame me."

Her Majesty's voice fluctuated slightly. If William hadn't wandered around behind her buttocks for several years, he wouldn't have been able to capture this little change.

She only heard her voice trembling slightly: "I thought you were already in trouble. Fortunately, you came back alive, or else..."

"Charge! Charge me! The person who killed the queen is named a hereditary earl!"

Gilbert's hoarse roar came over. While William and Avril were talking, he had reassembled the professional army and formed a charge formation with nearly 400 knights.

See emergency. Her Majesty the Queen bit her lip, stopped her desire to talk, stretched out her soft pancreas and tightly clasped William's hand, pulled him behind her, then her eyes turned solemn, and she raised the token in her right hand high. .

"All professionals obey the orders, the spearmen line up in front, the guards fill the gaps at any time, the shooters give priority to suppressing the high-level professionals, the swordsmen and swords and shields are in the middle to support, and the remaining knights move closer to me!"

Just when she was about to continue the order, William squeezed her soft and delicate palm, and opened his palm to her under Avril's suspicious eyes.

"I'll command the professional legion." William said in a flat tone: "Jib is a fourth-order earth knight after all. I really can't catch up with him in a fight. It's too dangerous for you to stay here to command."

Avril hesitated for a while, but after meeting William's (faced) calm (paralyzed) look, she resolutely chose to believe in this man who was born and died for her.

[You have been appointed as the temporary commander of the royal army, and have obtained the temporary command of the corresponding professional army]

[Legion Name: Royal Army - Professional Mixed Corps]

……

William, who held the Corps in his hand, showed a flat (pleasant) light (pleasant) smile~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He was obviously an exploding legal profession in his last life, but in this life he was forced to become a tank. As a tactical player who is good at commanding legions to fight, but I have always been forced to play unparalleled on the battlefield, who knows the pain in my heart?

If it wasn't for the fact that there were no soldiers in hand, who would want to be unparalleled on the battlefield?

Am I rare to be happy with one to one hundred? Do I care about that kind of comfort? Am I the kind of person who likes to hear compliments of "this guy is so scary"?

William cheerfully opened the Legion panel.

[Legion Name: Royal Army - Professional Mixed Corps]

[Legion Level: First Class]

【Army establishment: 655/1000】

[The characteristics of the legion: a rabble, a miscellaneous army formed by the reluctance of multiple forces, when encountering a strong enemy far superior to itself, the probability of being defeated is greatly increased]

[Legion characteristics: thousands of miles away, the speed is slightly increased when escaping]

[Legion Skill: Divide the whole into parts, increase the efficiency by 30% when escaping in dispersal]

……

I, William, want to be a peerless player.

He looked back at Avril who was retreating surrounded by the guards, showing a sad expression. Her Majesty the Queen, is it too late for me to return it now?

Coincidentally, Avril also turned around and peeked at him. After receiving his deep (bitter) affection (forced) gaze, she couldn't help but feel dizzy, gave him an embarrassed look, and quickly turned her head back.

This little guy is really... He doesn't even look at what time it is, and he looks at me blatantly with such naked eyes. Although Peter is no longer there, I am still the queen of Frank in name. What if someone finds out?

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