Quick Travel: Pathologically Loyal Dog Strategies

Chapter 1058 There Are Angels in the West 78
Shen Ronghua was drowsy after waiting until Lance came in from outside.

"Your father is gone?" She said sleepily without opening her eyes, raising her head.

"Ah."

Lance walked towards the bed, half-crouched, and took off the lace socks from her feet. Then he stood up, placed one hand beside her, and wrapped the other hand around her waist, stretching her to the top of the bed.

Shen Ronghua didn't want to move, so he let him go.

During the days in the dark forest, they were used to keeping each other warm, so they did not reject his embrace.

On the contrary, if you don’t have it, you will suffer from insomnia.

The big bony palms took care of her wings slowly, following each feather, and finally stopped at the place where the wings connected with her shoulder blades, and whispered: "Your wings seem to have become smaller."

Shen Ronghua responded vaguely.

sleepy.

"The brightness of your aperture is also a little bit darker."

Shen Ronghua couldn't help frowning, Lance seemed to talk a lot today.

The sound of talking kept coming to my ears. Although it sounded nice, it was a bit annoying.

She was really, really sleepy.

It is impossible to lose your temper.

She could only thump the sheets lightly in protest and hope that Lance was smart.

"Chrissy?"

Shen Ronghua: "..."

She breathed heavily, lazily opened a slit between her eyes, and clenched her little fists tightly.

"What's up?"

He was loud and angry, and suppressed his displeasure.

The white-haired boy curled his lips and said, "It's okay."

This really deserves a beating.

Shen Ronghua's fist passed.

"Hiss~" Lance gasped, it really hurt.

The girl had closed her eyes and turned her back towards him.

Lance touched his cheek, which still had residual pain, and looked indescribably satisfied.

She hit him.

It's special to him.

She certainly hasn't beaten Bartley!

Oh, by the way, Bartlet is still in her consciousness.

He glanced at the sleeping girl, turned over and got off the ground, gently took out a box from under the bed, and took out the bottles and jars inside, almost filling the empty space.

Then he leaned his head and sighed: "So many medicines are useless, and I don't need to supplement the power of elements to break through the bottleneck. It's better to throw them away."

Bartlet is a night owl, and the deeper the night goes, the more energetic he becomes.

He heard Lance's murmur clearly. For the bottles and jars in front of him, even without opening the lids, he could feel their rarity!
The other party actually threw it away?That’s okay!
It's just reckless!

Bartlet couldn't help it anymore and appeared in front of Lance in the form of a beautiful boy.

Lance was too lazy to pretend to be stupid, "Bartley?"

Bartley stared straight at the bottles and cans on the ground, "Yes, yes, did Chris mention me to you?"

Lance: "Don't you know?"

Bartley smiled awkwardly, of course he knew. He was the only one in the world to be injured in the Black Apple incident!
"Are you going to throw these away?"

Lance nodded and put the potion back into the box in slow motion.

"Give it to me!" Bartley lay faceless on the ground, smelling them constantly.

Lance glanced at him lightly, "Why did you make a contract with Chris?"

Bartlet paused, his face a little red, embarrassed.

He laughed and said ambiguously: "As a succubus, isn't it because of such a thing?"

Lance's eyes were cold, and he didn't like Bartlet's extremely ambiguous answer.

Lance raised his hand, and a few ice cubes held Bartley back.

(End of this chapter)