Magical Strategist

Xia had an affectionate expression. I saw her rolling around on the bed. She was originally lying face up, but now she was lying on the bed. Her beautiful buttocks seemed to be deliberately raised for Piro to see. "Can't I come?"

The temptation of perfume is based on the lingering love affair of the past, the hot figure is the condition, and the affectionate eyes are the catalyst. In this way, can he withstand it? Definitely not!

Even so, you have to pretend to be a gentleman, right? Piro swallowed, lowered his head and said, "It's getting late. I want to rest. If there's nothing else, please go back."

Natsumi said seriously: "Why, you don't want to have contact with other women after you get engaged? You find a new girlfriend and forget about your ex? How did you lie to me back then? You said you would love me forever, have you done it? Now? But you want to drive me away, do you still have a conscience?"

"I..." Piro was speechless. Yes, he did say sweet words to Natsumi back then.

Men, just do it, no need to quibble.

Piro looked at a loss, and Natsumi smiled, revealing two shallow dimples. "I'm kidding you, I don't want to be the third party."

In no mood? Then why are you coming to my bed in the middle of the night? I've finally seen what it means to be unabashedly duplicitous. "Then what do you want to do?"

You know what you are asking, you are already waiting in bed, what else can you do. Natsumi whispered softly: "Let me talk to you."

Natsumi's seductive eyes were nothing new to Piro. Back then, many people were fascinated by her seductive eyes. But not today, and certainly not tonight. Piro thought he was a gentleman, but if he had anything to do with Natsumi, he would be too embarrassed to go back to see his fiancée Maya.

When Piro hesitated, Natsumi jumped up from the bed, grabbed Piro's arm, and dragged him to the bed regardless.

Piro's center of gravity was not stable, and his body fell on the bed.

"No, senior sister, listen to me, this is not good." Piro said.

Natsumi hugged Piro tightly, brought her lips to Piro's ear and whispered softly. "Be good, let me ask you, did you make a special trip to see me when you came to Essien this time? In fact, you still have feelings for me, right?"

No matter how strong a man's resistance is, he can only helplessly capture a woman with a hot figure. But Piro still kept his head clear and said: "You are wrong. I have an important mission this time and happened to pass by here."

I don’t know what important task Piro is referring to. In Natsumi’s memory, Soul Eater Piro has never been injured, but now Piro is injured so seriously. Natsumi asked again: "Are you in trouble?"

Piro sat up along the edge of the bed, finally getting rid of Natsumi's temptation. He sighed and said, "You want to know?"

Natsumi nodded.

Piro described the story of the Demonic Holy Sword from beginning to end: starting from the fight for the Demonic Sword in the cemetery with Dragasso, then the battle of Pachi, then the battle with the werewolf Tober in the Forest of No Return, and finally the ten The Queen of Heaven and Faramo will have a decisive battle at Mount Mago.

Natsumi listened with great interest. She lay on the bed, dragging her chin with her hands, and exclaimed from time to time as if listening to a story.

"Your security department must strengthen security in the next time. Tober will come to retaliate at any time." Piro said.

"Don't worry, our defenders in Essien City can easily eliminate a few werewolves. I'm really worried about you. The power of the beast clan Faramor is well known to the world. Are you confident in defeating him?" Natsumi asked.

Piro was silent for a moment. What Natsumi was worried about was true at all. Piro continued: "The Sword Demon is recognized as a strong man all over the world. Am I not the Soul Eater? Confidence can't even be talked about. At least I want to ensure that the Demon The safety of the sword.”

"After all, you still have me. Don't forget, sister, I am not a fuel-efficient lamp. Then we will work together to destroy the sword demon."

Faramor has made it clear that the duel in ten days will be limited to him and the Soul Eater. If Natsumi intervenes, Faramor will definitely turn Essien City into a river of blood. "No, this duel is related to many innocent lives in Essien City, and other people cannot get involved. Please keep these things I said a secret. I need to meditate in the next few days, and I don't want anyone to disturb me."

Natsumi smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will keep it secret."

"It's getting late, you can go back. I happen to be tired and need to rest early." Pillow gave the eviction order.

but………

The soft big bed, the warm candlelight, the woman's loving eyes...

In this case, as a man, if he rejects a woman, he either has some obstacles or some bad habits. Hero Piro is a normal man, full of blood.

"What's wrong? You don't really want me to leave, right?" Natsumi's lips trembled slightly and she breathed out a fragrant breath.

I can’t control so much anymore. When it’s time to act like a man, you have to act like a man. Men are human beings too!

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding for a long time. Natsumi was also very skillful in removing Hero Piro's clothes...

No matter how long the dust has been dormant, it will burn again as long as there is fire.

This night was extremely happy.

This night, the lost love rekindled again...

Natsumi snuggled into Piro's arms and said softly: As long as you still have my shadow in your heart, you will be satisfied.

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The first three days of True Dragon's hospitalization were also the most difficult three days. The toxins from the Nether Wolf were not exhausted, causing the wounds to fester and form abscesses.

Every time the nurse disinfected the wound, the real dragon would pass out from the pain. Even if the hospital had better painkillers, they could not hide the excruciating pain. This pain was like cutting the skin with a sharp knife.

In these three days, the real dragon's life was worse than death. Instead of struggling to survive, it would be better to kill him with one knife. Fortunately, with Feiya's encouragement, Zhenlong persisted time and time again.

Seven days later, the real dragon's injuries improved greatly. Except for two particularly deep wounds, the rest had basically healed.

He lay in bed for seven days. If he lay down any longer, he would definitely get sick. The smell in the hospital was even more nauseating. Zhenlong felt the need to go out for a walk and breathe fresh air.

This morning, the nurse cleaned Zhenlong's wound as usual and then changed the gauze. After it was over, Zhenlong put on the linen coat that Feiya gave him and planned to go shopping outside. During the few days he was hospitalized, he only learned from the conversations between Fiya and the others that Essien was a very special city, and he wanted to see for himself what was so special about this city.

The real dragon left the ward and passed through a long corridor. He wanted to ask Feiya to go out with him, but he stopped at the door of Feiya's room for a few seconds and found that there was no movement in the room. The girl must have been sleeping soundly. Feiya must be very tired from taking care of herself these days, so let her sleep more.