Dragon, dragon, keep your eyes open

Chachar woke up at the usual time the next morning. He hurriedly got up to make breakfast, fearing that he would be punished by the ghost if he was late, but he quickly recalled the last night when the ghost allowed him to get up late. matter.

Thinking of last night, Chachar's body couldn't help trembling.

He still remembers the feeling of wax oil dripping on his body, the pain, itching, numbness, it is simply a very wonderful taste.Then last night after he was released by the ghost, he returned to the room, which actually made him have an uncontrollable desire. He tossed and turned on the bed, and couldn't help but use what the elf taught him—the correct way to pick mushrooms .

Chachar blushed, so ashamed!He was treated like a ghost, and he could feel this way!Chachar despaired of her sensitive body!He buried himself in the quilt again, but there was still an indescribable smell in the quilt, which deeply stimulated his sense of smell, reminding him of what good he did curled up inside last night.

It's okay, it's okay... The ghost doesn't know all this, otherwise he would think he is a pervert.Chachar rejoiced with lingering fear.

He will definitely pay more attention in the future, and this kind of out-of-control situation will not happen again under the ghost's hands.

He rolled around on the bed several times, thinking about it until he was dizzy before getting out of bed. Although the ghost didn't let him make breakfast, he didn't let him stop working. Plants also need to be watered and pruned, and the equipment and garbage in the laboratory must be sorted out. Anyway, there are a lot of things.

After washing up, he put on the work clothes he was becoming more and more used to, and started his day's work.

At this time, the ghost was already basking in the sun and reading a book on the large balcony on the second floor.The first thing Chachar would do after waking up every morning was to say hello to Rich.

"Master, good morning." Chachar said obediently on the surface.He secretly wondered, as a ghost of an undead creature, it was so strange that it was basking in the sun. Don't all undead creatures particularly hate sunlight?Otherwise, they wouldn't be wearing a cloak every day.

The ghost smiled slightly, lying lazily and leisurely in the rocking chair: "Good morning, my little slave, did you sleep well last night?"

Chachar's ears were slightly burning, and he said, "Very well, it's thanks to the master's tolerance and kindness."

"It's good if you know." The ghost stood up with his hands on the armrests, his nightgown was loose, revealing his strong and broad chest. He walked up to Chachar, raised his chin with his index finger, and raised his phoenix eyes lightly: "You didn't carry me behind your back." Are you doing something bad?"

Chachar's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly waved his hands: "Not at all!"

"What are you nervous about?" Ghost rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger, not forcefully, but very ambiguously: "Tell the truth."

"I, I really didn't do anything." Chachar's voice was trembling, and he tried his best not to be afraid.

The ghost let go of his hand and turned back to his wicker chair: "Okay, I believe you." He picked up the small ceramic teacup full of black tea, took a sip, swallowed it slowly, and then pointed to the apples in the garden "Look there," said the tree.

Chachar looked over, but saw an undead creature—the skeleton of a dog lying on the lawn under the apple tree.

"I see that you are quite lonely in the castle, so how about I give you a cute little pet? Do you like it?" the ghost said with a smile.

"It's okay..." I didn't like it at all, but Chachar didn't dare to say that.

"As long as you like it, go, go down and get along with it." The ghost waved his hand, indicating that Chachar could leave.

Chachar turned around and ran downstairs. Even if he didn't like the skeleton dog, it was better than staying with the ghost. He showed a very happy look and ran to the lawn happily.

What Chachar didn't know was that the ghost's eyes kept following his back, sticking to his white and slender back, slender and straight thighs, and high buttocks, until his back disappeared into the stairwell and could no longer be seen, the ghost just Reluctantly turning back, he licked the corners of his mouth, revealing a weird smile.

Chachar ran under the apple tree, and the skeleton dog began to bark.

"Hey, you stupid dog, you still want to bite me!" Chachar snorted twice.

The skeleton dog barked even louder. It scratched the ground with its two forelimbs, scratched the grass that Chachar worked so hard to trim, and let out a threatening growl.

"Hey! You look like Hughes who always hated me back then, I'll just call you Hughes in the future!" Chachar said: "Also, you are not allowed to scratch my lawn anymore, it's so ugly Already!"

The skeleton dog raised its hind legs, made a pissing pose against the apple tree, and then ran away.

What a stupid dog, it's obviously dead, why is it peeing.Chachar muttered, and began to trim the extra branches and dead leaves of the beautiful roses.

On the other hand, the skeleton man walked slowly and cleaned up the rubbish thrown by Chachar on the ground.After a few days of getting along, Chachar has begun to figure out the correct way to use them.

For example, throw the pruned branches directly on the ground, and they will clean them up.Throw the rags on the table, they will automatically wipe the table, the used sewage, put the rags on the corridor, and they will quickly lift them away in order not to let these obstacles block the road.

Master Chachar is so smart!

But having said that, he has never been in contact with dead creatures before, and his knowledge of them is limited to books and the chats of the old dragons in the clan, almost all of which are forbidden books, so in Chachar's cognition, these shady creatures stuff, is base and evil.

But after getting along, Chachar felt that it was actually okay. Although these skeleton shelves are very mentally handicapped, they are quite useful. As the ghost said, they are obedient and obedient, and they are really rare good servants. eat.

Chachar thought, these guys can be asked to take care of the younger sisters at home, the skeleton frame who never knows what is boring is really the best nanny.

The ghost Rich leaned against the railing, looking down at Chachar who was working hard in the garden, with a gentle expression on his face, looking at his small body, it was really attractive.