I'm an uncle

At the beginning of the new chapter, if you think that you will see magic flying together, muscles and blood, then you don’t understand the author’s aesthetic taste, well, if the author’s is really aesthetic.

In fact, the aftermath of being smashed out of that dreamy mosaic of liquids and semi-solids is—have you ever seen a tsunami?I haven't seen it, so imagine an advertisement.

A smiling little boy with a very m temperament, with his Bundy-bound fingers upright, was repeatedly splashed with buckets of liquid from head to toe, and then with hair as wet as freshly fished kelp, The tone kept saying cheerfully: It won't be wet, it won't be wet, it just won't be wet.

It's a pity that those people present, including the two GM adults, neither took any company's generous advertising fees, nor experienced the training of the historically famous West Point Military Academy, which was full of discordant puddles. , are all wet, a good poem through and through.

These reincarnators of the royal family, in their huge portable space, more or less have some replacement clothes.Unfortunately, thanks to the world-famous extreme fidelity of this game and the obsession of the game operator to make money, in the game of Crossing Gate, there is a sense of smell, and in order to promote expensive perfumes, bathing services, Although players will not stink because they don't change their equipment all day long, they will still accidentally get a bad smell due to accidents.

For example, this smell came from the fermented and semi-fermented product gushing out of the stomach pouch that a certain elf could only get in and out all the year round. Therefore, this little accident made Ah Xiu feel uncomfortable. Regardless of the tightness of the task time, the Luo group and the Gongshou duo agreed with each other for a short peace time of half an hour, which was dedicated to personal cleaning and sanitation work.

Then, under the casual recommendation of Master Ang Ye, a group of seven people from the enemy and us, plus five elves, wandered off to the hot spring.

To be able to find this pool of hot springs emitting a faint sulfur smell in this mission dungeon is really -- it makes people want to pry open the brains of the game designers to see if these guys are tired of working overtime all the year round and want to soak in hot springs , and the product of resentment created unintentionally while half asleep and half awake.

Of course, on the other hand, you can also intuitively judge the strong comparison between the GMs of the two sides in terms of functional diversity. My mysterious GM, Master Ang Ye, casually pointed out that compared to the GM His Royal Highness Cui, who even the quest NPC kept silent and asked players to find them by themselves, it fully proved that the way out of Master Ang Ye is not just one star or two points.

Sen Wu almost moved to the idea of ​​posting money and the Gongshou duo to exchange GMs directly, but he still looked at His Highness Cui's half-smile expression, and suddenly the alarm bells rang in his heart, so he calmly moved the This reflex was suppressed.

After all, they were still opposing sides with their swords drawn just now. The Ashura family and the Gongshou duo didn't have the nerve to take a bath together. They each maintained a considerable sense of vigilance and divided into three groups. Washing on the left side of the pool, and the GM duo, far away from the other two groups, gathered together and didn’t know what they were muttering. There happened to be a small rockery protruding into the pool, separating half of the hot spring pool. Clean, you wash yours, I wash mine, hurry up and do business in vain.

Stepping into the slightly hot pool water, I couldn't bear to sigh slightly: "It's really comfortable. I planned to go to the hot spring to relax when I finished the manuscript last time. I didn't expect to soak in the game first. It's really good."

His partner, Gong Wu Bu Ke, even shouted out in a good mood: "Wow, this pool is clean and comfortable, and it doesn't cost money, it's earned, it's earned."

In the highly simulated game of Crossing the Gate, the famous open-air hot spring is not only hard to come by, but once the coordinates are disclosed, you can only bear to eat dumplings and mix soup with the people naked .And if you want a quiet and hygienic professional bathing service, it is launched as a sentimental and classy money-burning consumption, and it is definitely not something that players who do not purchase VIP services can enjoy.

Their two stand-in elves were actually wearing swimsuits similar to those of children, and they followed the master's side decently, taking a bath together while holding their breath.

There was vague chatter and laughter from the group next door behind him, Fang Liu, an otaku elf, sighed in disappointment.

"What's the matter? Is this little guy lacking energy?" The master Gong Wubuke patted Fang Liu's little head affectionately, almost slapping the little thing into the bottom of the pool like a ball.

"Tch, what else can you think about, of course some of the otaku's dreams have been disillusioned." Unbearable curled his lips contemptuously, and conveniently wiped the hot wet towel dry and put it on his forehead.

Fang Liu actually looked unbearable with tears in his eyes, his little paw clenched into a fist: "Brother Shou, who knows me, oops!"

Baji—a little thing that didn't have a crab in its mouth, was artificially crabbed by a towel that couldn't bear it.

"Ask Brother Shou to try it again?" Unbearable smiled, but the cold eyes had artificially cooled the hot spring water by several degrees.

"What dream? What dream is an otaku's?" Xiao Gong's children's shoes were very curious, and they moved together, moved together, moved to the side of Unbearable's shoulder, and opened their eyes so brightly, like two small light bulbs.

This self-assessed closeness of the heat source brought an unexpected fiery feeling through the touching skin, which made Unbearable's shoulders shrink slightly, but Shou Ge, a real man, iron-blooded man, immediately calmed down, waded into the water, and went to the small In front of the floating corpse Fang Liu, he picked up a towel and wet it and wiped it on his face, so as to maintain a harmonious distance with Little Sun Gongwubu, one meter away from his little hands.

The corners of his eyes twitched, and he couldn't bear to smile: "Shouldn't the studs be connected with the otakus? You don't know that, of course it's that kind..."

The following is an unbearable narration, a simulated scene that cannot overcome the brain:

The female version is unbearable (heart-hearted): Hee hee, my sister is well developed, let my sister touch it.

The female version is invincible (shame): Don't worry, people are ticklish.

The female version is unbearable (hands and feet): Oh, where is there?is it here?Or here?

The female version is invincible (twisting delicate body): No, no, no, don’t touch it, um~~ really~~ um~~ really, it’s so itchy.

The female version can't bear it (pretending to be surprised): Oh, my sister's waist is so thin, her skin is so smooth and tender, and, hehe, her breasts are so big. My sister's future boyfriend is so lucky.

The female version can't beat everything (breathing profusely and sweating profusely): No, it's better than my sister's. It's so plump and swollen, I'm so envious every time I watch it.

The female version can't bear it (thieves laugh): The younger sister should touch it, anyway, there is no one here.

The female version is invincible (with embarrassment): My sister is teasing me again, she is not coming anymore, I hate it!

The female version is unbearable (the pink bubble background smiles like a dream): sister...

The female version is invincible (the background of pink bubbles seems to smile back): Sister...

"Hey, hey——" Gong Wubuke and his family Fang Liu, one big and one small, were actually immersed in some kind of mosaic scene, salivating and giggling, and almost got two gorgeous lines of nosebleeds on the bottom of their nostrils .

Afterwards, Gong Wubuke came to his senses and thought about it wrongly: "Eh? Why is my younger sister me, and my elder sister is you? No, it seems something is not right."

Unbearable and his family Amaterasu rolled their eyes together, and ignored these two wretched guys.

At this time, suddenly there was a buzzing conversation behind him, vaguely the opponents next door were talking.

A certain young man A shouted loudly: Wow!Uncle, you have exercised your muscles well, let me touch them.

The simple and honest man B hahad in embarrassment: then no need, I'm a little ticklish there.

A certain young man A continued to make noise, and added a sinister smile: Oh, the uncle is also ticklish, is it itching here, or where is itching?Here, here, there, there...

Simple and honest man B couldn't help laughing and added the sound of water caused by twisting: don't, ha, don't touch there, um~~ really~~ um~~ really, it's itchy, haha...

Another young man C faked a cough, and said in a serious voice: Oh, don't make trouble with uncle.But having said that, the uncle has a pretty broad back, but his waist is quite thin, and he really can't tell if he usually has clothes on.

A certain young man A Yinghe: Yes, and the uncle’s skin feels pretty good. The flesh on the PP on the back feels smooth and tender, and the skin feels delicious. Oh, uncle’s guy is also good, good boyfriend in the future blessed.

The simple and honest man B laughed so hard that he almost got angry: Hahaha...fumbled again, why...ha...why...what...boyfriend...friend?

A certain young man A snickered again and again, hehehehe, because we are the wife of the uncle, the uncle has such a good figure, oh, I am drooling, come here.

The sharp call of the stand-in spirit A: Ah!I want me too!Me too~~ Uncle~~... Oh!Hong Hong, you hit my head again, it hurts!

The unbearable substitute spirit A: deserve it!Little mirror, you shameless little pervert!

Stand-in Elf C: Huh huh, little mirror, Hong Hong, don't quarrel, let's take a good bath in the hot spring.

Youth C's voice of gnashing teeth: Second Aunt Liu, don't go too far, if you touch me any more, be careful...

A young man A continued to be heartless: Oh, why bother, Mrs. Come on, let's divide the work.Hurry up.

Youth C was silent for a moment: ... Oh, here?

Simple and honest man B laughed wildly.

Thundered by the conversation next door, the demented duo of Gong Shou and the house pet both covered their faces and felt depressed.

People are not coming anymore, I hate it! ——At this moment, the attacking and receiving duo was possessed by the sister's soul at the same time.

As for the other corner, the small wine glass in His Royal Highness Cui's hand was crushed instantly.