The night wind gently caresses the girl's black robe roars, outlining her petite figure. Her face is cute and she is holding a thorny rose in her hand, making her look like a little girl playing among the flowers at this time.

"Why...how is this happening?" Walton looked at the little loli at this moment, looked at the rose in her hand, and thought to himself: "Is it not only that Goddess is very similar to a little girl, but also has a very similar character to a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old? So, the assassin I mistakenly thought before was Goddess who picked flowers among the flowers? This incident was a mess..."

The intestines of the Walton Saint Magic were regretful and looked at the god who only existed in the legend. His brain was completely in a state of chaos. He didn't know what to do. He just felt that the wind was so strong tonight and the night was so cold. His body and mind became cold, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The girl moved her lotus step lightly, and she slapped Walton on the face that she deserved to be beaten without hesitation.

She has a petite figure and even needs to tiptoe when she is on her hands and raise her little hands as high as possible to slap Walton on her face. She looks a bit cute.

But the slap was not vague, because her husband said that Walton's face that he deserved to be beaten was smashed.

With a bang, Walton, who was already very proud, felt crushed by a huge force, and his body fell down in response. He was suffocated and fell to the ground and fell to bite the mud.

Blood flowed along his cheeks and instantly turned into the nutrients for the flowers in the flowerbed. Walton's face was indeed broken...

But despite this, the holy magician who was very arrogant before did not dare to resist at all. Instead, he was completely awakened by this slap. His original doubts about the little loli's identity were completely beaten away.

After all, if the little loli in front of me was just an ordinary little girl, how could she have such courage and strength?

If the little loli in front of him is not the legendary god, how could he look so young and petite, but he could slapp his dignified Holy Realm powerhouse in the face with a casual slap?

Thinking of these questions, thinking about the portrait of a girl I saw in the Magic Academy when I was a child, and looking up at the real goddess at this moment, Walton's mind was in a daze.

"I heard you want to kill me with one move?" the girl asked looking down at him.

"I dare not! I dare not! Goddess, please listen to my explanation. All this is a misunderstanding." Walton begged for mercy at the girl's feet in a humble manner and kept kowtowing.

"Hold your face." The girl looked at him quietly.

Walton didn't understand what this meant, and thought the great god wanted to carefully look at what he looked like, so he raised his head nervously and even tried hard to squeeze out a pleasing smile.

result...

With a bang, another slap fell, Walton's smile was slapped in a slapped face. To be more precise, his mouth was slapped in a slapped face and tears were about to burst out...

But the girl continued, "Hold your face."

Walton was in tears, and at this moment he finally understood what the so-called raising his face meant.

To ask him to raise his face, of course he wanted to slap him in the face. Being slapped in the face hurts and feels very bad, and he doesn't want to raise his face.

But the goddess of Meng Languo wanted to slap him in the face, so where could he refuse?

Not only could he not refuse, he also had to take the initiative to raise his face, climb to the front of the loli, and then try hard to squeeze out his smiling face, put his face in front of the loli, and let the little loli goddess in front of him slap him in the face in the most comfortable and convenient posture...

This feeling is really aggrieved...

However, if he knew that the little loli in front of him was faked by Roland, he would not know what he should think.

Chen Hao hung it on the little loli's collar, looking at Walton's expression of grievance that he wanted to cry, and looking at his swollen face, he was in a very good mood, thinking to himself: "Let you show off! Let your dog's nose be more effective than others, let you rush in front."

Then, he looked down at her black robe as the little loli waved her hand.

Roland seemed to notice the guy's unhonest gaze, glared at the 'button' on his collar, and communicated with Chen Hao intently: "Don't think I don't know, you're looking into the collar."

"Uh..." Chen Hao laughed dryly: "My wife looked very good when she hit someone, and she was unique."

Roland gave him a blank look, too lazy to pay attention to him.

At this time, the other three holy warriors who were kneeling on the ground were also in lingering fears, or gloating.

Because, if they rushed over faster and had their faces swollen, they would be...

I have to say that Walton's excellent performance was to take the blame for them.

At the same time, Prince Caesar finally felt something was wrong and walked towards him in confusion.

Chen Hao and Roland looked at the new emperor together, and couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

Because it was not until this moment that Chen Hao discovered that the new emperor actually looked exactly the same as Prince Caesar, and the only difference seemed to be that there was a scar on his face.

Prince Caesar was shocked when he saw the fake little loli, and his nervous heart almost jumped out.

Because he could not forget the years dominated by fear, nor could he forget the tragic past of being ridden by the little loli as a mount, running along the Marsay River for more than 200 kilometers, almost exhausted to death!

Since last time he parted in Haiwei City, this is the first time he has seen this god-level little loli again.

The real key is that he remembered that when he met the little loli on the lakeside, he was scolded as a dead eunuch...

This godlike existence knows his true background, knows the castration of his institute, knows that he is Prince Caesar who traveled from nine thousand years later, rather than the third prince of this era, nor the future emperor.

There was a scar on his face, which was cut on his face by himself, because his appearance was only 70 to 80% similar to the third prince. If you were carefully looked at, you would always find that there were subtle differences.

With that scar, it will be more difficult for others to identify it. When considering his noble identity, few people dare to stare at the scar of the future emperor.

In addition, he is familiar with the history of Meng Languo and is very skilled in dealing with many things, so he has never revealed any flaws. Everyone thinks he is the new emperor who wants to ascend the throne.

But will this godlike little loli in front of him recognize him?

If he is recognized, what are the consequences? Will he be hacked to death?

Prince Caesar was very guilty and nervous, but he knew that he would sooner or later see this little loli in the legend.

Perhaps the supreme imperial robe on his body brought him strong confidence, so after seeing the little loli again, he did not kneel down like a mount, but instead pretended to be calm, like an emperor, and boldly raised a question:

"I heard that you have been resting after returning to the palace. Why did you run outside the Qingguang Array at this time?"
Chapter completed!