Quick Travel: Pathologically Loyal Dog Strategies

Chapter 1059 There Are Angels in the West 79
When the other party opened his mouth to call for help, his mouth was immediately filled with ice cubes, which made Bartley's heart feel cold on the spot.

Lance looked at him coldly and reminded, "Don't disturb Chris's sleep."

Bartley: "..."

He couldn't make a sound, the ice seemed to have frozen his vocal cords.

He looked at Lance for help.

Lance turned a blind eye to it, and every time he put the medicine on the ground into the box, he would deliberately swing it in the air and pass it under Butler's nose, letting him take a good smell.

Bartlet could do nothing but watch with trembling eyes.

When Lance closed the box, he patted on the box and sighed regretfully, "Oh, it's totally useless."

Bartley winked vigorously, dear Mr. Lance, look at me!

I can use it!

Just by smelling it just now, you can know the preciousness of those potions!
During the time he followed Chris, he had already seen the power of the medicine she made.

But due to the low level of magic, even with the blessing of the magic faction, it is still incomparable with those in Lance's hands.

Bartlet only wants to become stronger, so that when he falls asleep in the future, things like being ruined by Anise will never happen again!

His winking seems to have finally reminded Lance.

The white-haired boy looked at him and said with a half-smile, "Are you still there? I thought you left."

Bart's entire face was frozen, and he couldn't make a smile.

Fortunately, Lance finally realized his conscience, the ice cube in his mouth melted, and the cold water was swallowed from the throat tube.

He shivered violently, it was so cold!

"You... these can... give me... mine." He was so cold that his teeth were bumping up and down, and it seemed a little difficult to speak.

Lance: "Didn't Kris always give you potions?"

Bartley: "I'm not afraid of too many medicines, you don't need these anyway."

Lance: "But I can't give it to you for free."

When Bartlet heard that there was something interesting, he asked, "How can you give it to me?"

Lance looked down, seemingly thinking, and said after a while: "Actually, the succubus is very useful, it would be great if I have one."

Bartley was flattered, is the succubus so popular?
"I have many companions. I will introduce one to you when the time comes."

Lance looked at him lightly, and said with a smile, "That's fine, I can just give him all of these."

Bartley's smile froze, did he mean that?

"I'm going to introduce you to the Dream Demon, but you won't give me these potions?" He didn't believe it.

Lance: "Of course I want to make it cheaper for my own people."

The white-haired boy frowned slightly and thought: "Every potion that Chris will make in the future will be given to me, and I can give it to him when the time comes."

Bartlet: This is a little different from what he imagined.

"Why don't I make a contract with you." It seems that following Lance has more meat to eat.

Lance's face was serious, and he disagreed: "You will violate the contract with Chris."

Bartley thought to himself, anyway, he is not the same as anyone else, and when Chris meditates, he can still get the power of the elements.

"How can this be called a violation? The contract between us is so fragile that it can be terminated as long as a unilateral decision is made."

Lance: "Will it affect the contractor?"

Bartley shook his head, "No, I can show you right now!"

Lance tapped on the box again and again, and stopped him: "It's not good for you to do this."

Bartlet was stunned by the rare potion.

(End of this chapter)