A sword

Chapter 410 It's too late to repent

"Gudu..." Lance swallowed secretly. Of course, he knew that the woman in front of him was called Cynthera. He had called this name countless times. How could he imagine that the once lovely little sister would become like this in an instant.

"I... I've seen you... I didn't expect... I didn't expect that the super strong man that day would turn into a child and stay at my house all the time. What's more unexpected is that you are a blood clan..." Lance whispered.

"Oh? What a great eye! The president of this generation of the Magician Guild didn't know my identity, and you could actually know it. Cinella's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed by. At this moment, she is no longer a cute child without scheming, but an ancestor-level blood clan that can often set off bloody storms, which is equivalent to the terrible existence of human saints.

Lance didn't seem to see the cold light in her eyes. He looked away and said faintly, "What's the purpose of you lurking beside me but suddenly appeared today?"

"I have no purpose, I just want to ask you to do me a favor." Cinderila said.

"You are a member of the blood clan. Why should I help you?" Lance asked back.

"What? In your eyes, must the blood clan be bad? I have been with you for so long that I got such an evaluation from you?" The woman said in a cold voice.

Recalling the days when she had fun with her cute little sister, and the little girl kept smiling, Lance really couldn't connect with the murderous blood demon. However, he is still very uncomfortable at this moment, because in any case, Cindera has lied to herself. She approached her with a different purpose and has never shown her true face, which is cheating. However, he is showing his true feelings and giving. He is really treating her as his own relatives. He, who has never even taken care of children, will study how to take care of children.

Lance pouted and didn't look at Credella's face. He hummed, "You have such a powerful ability that even the president of the Magicians Guild can't please you. What can I do to help you?"

"Although the holy magician is young, do you think I didn't pay the price to fight against him?" Cynderila said coldly.

Huh? What?" Lance looked up puzzled. Then he found that the strong and noble classical beauty standing in front of him was pale little by little.

Cynderila sneered and then said, "I don't know why the mood of the magic mentor seems to be a little unstable. If I don't do my best, I'm really worried that he will kill you by mistake. Cough..." The woman stretched out her slender hand and covered her mouth with frown.

"Are you hurt?" Lance asked.

"I've always been hurt!" Cynderila said coldly.

Lance was slightly stunned and didn't know how to answer.

"Are you willing to help me or not?" Cinderila asked again.

Lance just bowed his head and was silent, but did not say anything. Cinella stared at him, but never got his head up and response. After half a sound, she finally gave up.

"Lance, you're fine. I misread you." All the hopes in Cinella's eyes disappeared and there was no longer any emotion. Her words are no longer cold, but completely calm and indifferent. After saying that, she turned around and was extremely chic without any nostalgia.

The two people who have been together for half a year have never known each other and have recovered their real identity. There is not much booing and warmth, only indifference and unhappy. Cinderila is a member of the ancient blood clan. She has lived for many years, but in fact, the real age in the world is not very old, so she is still the heart of a young woman who matches her appearance. Although she is a blood clan, she has never killed innocent people indiscriminately. She came to the imperial capital of human beings with hope, but she lost her memory and all her ability and became a poor child. At this moment, he returned to his complete appearance, but the memory of his childhood did not disappear, but carried it together.

Lance's care and warm embrace made Cinthera, who has never been close to a man, very uncomfortable, so her questions are quite simple, and her demands are also very reasonable, but what she is disappointed and sad is that the person opposite has not changed, but the way she treats herself has changed...

Cinderila turned around and walked away, but her cold words were still floating in Lance' ears. He looked up and looked at the beautiful back that had left, and his heart was full of indescribable sadness and sadness. Time is too short, too many things happen, too sudden, even Lance, it is still difficult to adapt. Adhering to his disgust for darkness and the feeling of disgust and deception, he refused Cynthera and didn't even ask what she asked to help her. It was not until he saw the back of turning away that he suddenly felt regret.

It's just that sometimes, regret comes so late that it's too late to regret. The woman in a classical robe waved her delicate hand, and the scenery around her began to change sharply and rotate. Lance knew that the space control that symbolized the strong in the Holy Land could have came. Looking at her resolute posture when she left, he even felt that it would be difficult to see her again in the future...

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Lance frowned and regretted. This time, it seemed that his wish was perceived by the great god of light, and then took the opportunity to change it. Cinella's wave in front of her is still as free as before, but unfortunately, the mysterious space-time cracks have not been successfully opened by her.

The delicate back suddenly trembled, and the mysterious power wrapped around her hand suddenly disappeared, and the space and the surrounding scenery that had just fluctuated restored calm at this moment.

Cinderella's body shook, and then fell to the ground without warning. Lance was shocked. As soon as he gritted his teeth, the wind was blowing under his feet, and he arrived in an instant. She will come behind the woman and catch her body before she comes into close contact with the ground.

"Are you really hurt?! Why are you so stupid? Why do you have to fight with Monroe?" Lance hugged the body of the classical beauty and asked in a trembling voice.

"Cough... Well, it's not all for you. I've been injured." Cinella coughed a few times and frowned and replied, but her eyes did not look at him.

Women sometimes like to talk nonsense, and no matter how powerful women are. Although Lance doesn't know much about this, he also knows that these are just her stubbornness at this time. Even if it is really hurt, if it is not such a strong confrontation, she will never Attacked.

He put a little force on his hand to hold the person in his arms more tightly, as if this could relieve his guilt. He looked into Cinella's eyes and said seriously, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have talked to you like that. I... I don't know why... Forgive me, Cineella..."

The woman's mouth curled and finally showed an aggrieved look. She said sadly, "I hate you, Lance, you pay for my rabbit!"

"Ah?" Lance's pupils suddenly dilated. He knew that Cinella must have used some secret method to completely become a child. Whether it is appearance or heart, everything has no flaw, so even he, the Pope and the sword saint have been hidden. However, when he heard what he said at this moment, he understood that his childhood memories had been received and carried by her now. Thinking of all the things in his previous life, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and at a loss.

"What's wrong!" Cinella saw him dumbfounded and snorted.

"Well, it's nothing... I... I will definitely buy you another one." Lance said with some guilty.

"I can't buy it. That rabbit is not an ordinary rabbit. Cough...cough..." Cedera pouted, but before she finished speaking, her face became more ugly, and then coughed in pain.