This is My Heroic Path

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be... From the time he entered the palace, Morgan Le Fay should have been aware of his existence.

Or is it that Morgan's signal is not very good in this bath... Just kidding.

"Isn't it a solemn knight..." Morgan's soliloquy came from there again, and An Zhiyu finally got confirmation in his heart.

It seems... Sister Morgan really didn't realize it was him?

Although I don't know the reason, let's leave now. There should be a solemn knight coming in and handing the towel to Morgan.

"An Zhiyu, bring me the towel." As if sensing that An Zhiyu was about to leave, Morgan Le Fay finally stopped hiding and called him directly.

An Zhiyu's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Morgan didn't know this, it was obvious that he wanted to tease him from the beginning!

"Didn't you hear me?"

When Morgan Le Fay's voice came again, An Zhiyu made up his mind, picked up the bath towel hanging by the side, and walked towards the bathtub.

Anyway, I don’t suffer from seeing it, no one is afraid of anyone!

With the mentality that no matter what, An Zhiyu stepped on the crystal clear floor and walked in the direction of Morgan.

Unknowingly, An Zhiyu saw that woman, Morgan Le Fay happened to have her back facing An Zhiyu, her hair was coiled up, a few strands of golden hair stuck to her white and tender back, her snow-white neck was like a swan As proud as she was, she tilted her head slightly and glanced casually at An Zhiyu.

"Bring it to me."

An Zhiyu glanced secretly at Morgan's back, handed the bath towel to her, then turned around and wanted to leave.

"Are you so afraid of me, An Zhiyu?" Morgan Le Fay's light voice sounded, with a strange sense of charm.

She raised her other hand, and the water splashed down the back of her hand, hitting the soft skin, very attractive.

"It's not that I'm afraid, Sister Morgan." An Zhiyu said, "It's just that I'm a little afraid that I won't be able to restrain myself."

"You know how to tell the truth." Morgan Le Fay chuckled, "Do you want to come down and wash together?"

"Is it really possible?" An Zhiyu asked subconsciously.

"Of course not." When Morgan Le Fay heard An Zhiyu's answer, the smile on his face became more and more interesting. "If it is a normal person, it will usually run away in a hurry, right? You are really surprising."

"I think normal men generally don't run away..." An Zhiyu muttered, and glanced at Morgan again.

Even through a layer of mist, he could still see the beautiful skin of that body.

Morgan Le Fay showed a happy laugh: "Do you think someone will see the witch taking a bath and not be afraid of her revenge?"

"Me." An Zhiyu said.

"...Well, I seem to be too kind to you to make you so unscrupulous." Morgan Le Fay thought for a while, "If this is the case, then I will teach you a little lesson."

"A little lesson...?"

When An Zhiyu just said this, she saw Morgan raised her finger, and before he could react, she hooked her finger.

Whoosh!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Accompanied by Anzhiyu's exclamation and Morgan Le Fay's happy laughter, Anzhiyu flew into the bath uncontrollably.

***

In the main hall.

"I don't think a man should be so stingy," Morgan Le Fay said with a smile. "It's just a little joke with you. If other people trespass in the bath, it won't be so easy to solve."

"That's why you let me go!" An Zhiyu said angrily.

He was wearing silver armor at this time, which had just been temporarily moved out of the basement, because he had just fallen into the bath, and his clothes were completely soaked.

I have to say that this kind of armor usually worn by solemn knights looks pretty handsome, but when it was his turn to wear it himself, An Zhiyu had only one thought in his mind—it was so heavy!

"If you hadn't entered the bath first, would I have asked you to come here on a whim?" Morgan Le Fay looked at An Zhiyu with a smile. This 15-year-old boy stood in front of the hall, his body a little stiff.

Obviously, supporting this armor wasted a lot of An Zhiyu's physical strength. He had trained at Skaha before, and then he wasted a lot of physical strength on the road, plus the mental damage to An Zhiyu just now , by now he was a bit overwhelmed.

Morgan Le Fay sighed, "Forget it, take off your armor, I won't blame you for blasphemy, don't worry."

Sensing An Zhiyu's suspicious eyes, Morgan stepped down from the throne, came to An Zhiyu, took off his helmet, and then pointed to the silver-white armor on his body, "It's okay to be casual here. , take off the armor on your upper body."

"But..." An Zhiyu hesitated.

"It's okay, I don't mind, after all, this matter has something to do with me." Morgan Le Fay said.

"It's not a little bit, it's entirely your problem, Sister Morgan." An Zhiyu couldn't help saying.

He wouldn't have gotten wet if Morgan hadn't thrown himself into the tub behind him.

"Pain pain pain—" An Zhiyu had just finished speaking when Morgan Le Fay pinched his cheek, "Didn't your master teach you to respect your elders?"

"No... but sister Ushaha once said that you should respect the old and love the young—"

An Zhiyu suddenly stopped talking, because he noticed the cold light in Morgan Le Fay's eyes.

"That's why I don't think you need to respect Sister Morgan too much... After all, you are a sister and not an old man, why should you respect so much?" An Zhiyu hurriedly added.

Morgan still stared at An Zhiyu coldly, until after a while, a sweet smile appeared on his face: "You can still talk, let me let you go this time."