I will finally be a partner in justice

But it is a pity that Shirou has already seen through the essence of this woman.

He turned his head, looked at Merlin who was drinking next to him, coughed dryly and threatened.

Merlin shivered, looking at Shi Lang who was threatening with a speechless expression, and then at Morgan, who was super fierce.

Without hesitation, he approached the king's side and whispered: "Lost·Soul·Magic·Pill."

Shiro looked at Morgan blankly.

Morgan stared at Merlin gritted teeth, stamped his feet, and turned away bitterly.

"King Arthur, stand up with me!" Skahati provocatively pointed at Shilang while holding the magic spear.

"Okay." Shi Lang mentioned the Holy Spear Lungominiad, walked to Skaha, and said, "Give me the gun."

"It's useless, this trick is no longer useful to me!" Skaha said with a smile.

Shi Lang smiled, and then the gun in Skaha's hand melted away. Shi Lang pointed the tip of the holy gun at Skaha's face.

"Why... why is this happening!!!" Skaha looked flustered, it shouldn't be like this!

"You are holding the gun made by this king and want to fight this king. Aren't you taking your own humiliation? Tsk tsk - shame!" Shi Lang laughed mercilessly.

Looking at the hateful face of Wang, Skaha gritted his teeth.

"According to the result of the heads-up, your hair tonight--, ha ha ha..."

With Wang Yuyue's laughter, Scarha clutched his head and ran away.

"Run, run, if caught by this king, this king will pull out your hair."

"No--"

Skaha hid in the crowd, holding his hair trembling.

Wang laughed and turned back to his seat.

Merlin was chewing on the apple, but her face was cold.

Because Morgan was staring at him, and then he squeezed an apple in his hand into a ball, and the slurry splashed on the ground.

Merlin Thurther shivered and could only avoid his eyes.

Morgan gritted his teeth and looked at Merlin.

As long as the white-haired waste is still with Wang, she can't succeed!

But how do you kick this white-haired waste away?

Morgan thought, but his eyes suddenly fell on Kay who was drinking.

She hooked her hand, "Kay--, come here!"

"What's the matter, Princess Morgan?"

Kai walked over strangely.

"I'm telling you, Merlin used your name to hook up..."

Morgan stared at Merlin bitterly, while telling Kay something he knew.

Kai's face was originally quite happy, but the more he listened, his face became more cyan, trembling hands, holding the hilt of the sword, and then turning his head with a fierce expression, wanting to search for Merlin next to the king.

That momentum--

Like a devil from hell!

but--

Merlin had already run away.

"Teacher, teacher. Who is stronger, you and Lan Malokqing?" Gareth looked at Lancelot.

"If it's swordsmanship, it should be me. If it's spearmanship, I can't compare to Lan Malokqing when shooting horses." Lancelot said with a smile.

"Then what if you compare your swordsmanship with Lan Mulloch's spear skills?" Gareth asked with wide eyes.

"I don't know this." Lancelot groaned for a moment and said.

"Compared! Comparing!" Gawain laughed and booed.

The knights around also clamored.

Lancelot and Lan Mullok scratched their heads a little embarrassedly, then one took up the sword and the other took up the gun, and started a competition in front of the knights.

"it is good!"

"Come on, Lancelot!"

"Lan Mallok, don't lose!"

...

The knights rushed to applaud.

With such a dreamy night and such a wonderful scene, Tristan couldn't help but rushed into poems, took out the harp, and played a long, slightly sorrowful dream movement.

Shi Lang felt uncomfortable and found Tristan and said loudly, "Tristan, such a happy night, change to a lighter music!"

Tristan was sorrowful and said: "But my king, I can only play sad movements..."

Shi Lang said, "Then give me the harp, and I will play it!"

"No...no no no no no no——!!!" Tristan said with fearful eyes in his eyes, and said in a panic: "You sit down, you sit down——, to play a light and joyful chapter for the king, yes The duty and glory of being a knight! Please be sure to leave it to me to play and sing."

Shilang looked suspicious: "But didn't you say you can't?"

"I've learned! Please sit down!" Tristan looked pale, then turned the strings, and forced himself to play a brisk song.

But the knights didn't buy it, and said in a fuss, "Tristan, you hand over the harp to the king! The king's movement will definitely be a beautiful melody, we haven't appreciated it yet!"

Tristan had troubles and couldn't tell, he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb, and forced himself to play undesirable movements.

It's sad.

"Woo... I want to play too..." Bedwell watched the lively campfire from a distance, and couldn't help showing a puppy-like expression.

"Less long-winded, we are the internal affairs officers of complex supplies, and we need to count the war damages." Age Zhiwen said.