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Aral broke down and "orz" by the campfire, his face was pale as if he had been baptized by the storm, Mammon thought it was funny, raised his eyebrows, pointed to his crotch and said deliberately: "This is a normal phenomenon in adolescence .”

...just like the animals have to mate in the spring, it's not much more normal, hahaha.Yalarne's face was full of cattle, and when he looked down, he found that something had actually fallen down very purely and shyly, and no longer obeyed the mathematical theorem of "natural numbers, absolute values".

Before I could take a deep breath, another heavy bullet was thrown in my ear—"You dreamed of me."

Yalar одо: "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Mammon nodded in understanding, "Sure enough."

"Wh, no! Why are you so narcissistic?!" Yala jumped up, and walked quickly to Mamen, who raised his eyes and looked at him.

Yalar paused, speechless: "..."

Mammon pointed to her face: "If there is a mirror—"

Aral put his face in his hands with a "snap".

Mammon: "You will find that your face is full of answers."

"!!!" Scrambling away from Mammon, Yalaer squatted by the fire, pretending to be busy adding wood, watching the completion of the dinner with his neck stretched out - deliberately stiff to prevent any emotion from showing on his face It looked weird and distorted, like a mask that was about to crackle and drop pieces in the next moment.

Mamen hooked the corners of her lips, stretched her muscles and bones, lazily laid down on the dry cave wall around the fire, and patted her legs with her hands in an unknown rhythm. After a long time, she suddenly said: "You called me by my name."

Satisfied to see her back facing her "concentrating on cooking" tense instantly, at an angle Yalar couldn't see, the corners of Mammon's eyes stretched, and her eyes were full of jokes: "Then you climbed onto me by yourself, hehe Haw give me a hug."

"Fart," Yalar forced a smile, "who would crawl into the basilisk's arms..."

"..."

"..."

Mamen restrained her smile and narrowed her eyes: "Snake monster?"

Aral almost bit his own tongue - what a crime!

"You dreamed that I turned into a basilisk, and then with you—"

"stop!!!"

Yalar was half-dead nervous, his eyes were staring at the dancing flames, his brain was running so fast that it was about to crash—the whole brain was telling him, and if Mamen stepped on it step by step, in the end, even the details might be lost. Being picked up...for example, fingers or something... Bah!Aral shook his head to drive away the increasingly frightening associations in his mind.

Suddenly his jaw clenched, his face was forcibly turned to one side, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a pair of familiar black eyes. Yalaer was sweating coldly—Mammon came to him at some point, and was staring at him at this moment : "You dreamed of offering sacrifices," he said after a pause, "is it the same as the murals on the wall?"

"..." Yalar wanted to refute, but at this time "a man's sixth sense" appeared again, and his intuition told him—to be lenient when confessing, and to be strict when resisting.

Judging by Mamen's expression, there seems to be something strange about it.

……

Hope so ==.

Receiving the silence that was close to acknowledgment, Mammon really let go of Yalar thoughtfully, and after a moment of contemplation, he decisively squeezed out a word from the corner of his mouth: "Hint."

Aral: "Huh?"

"It's my fault," Mammon shrugged without any guilt, "I saw a boa constrictor freshly shed its skin before I left the cave, but because I was thinking about it, I forgot to remind you not to face the wall when entering the cave. I was too fascinated by the murals."...The result is that you are so fascinated that you can't wait to get into the painting.The last sentence was stuck in Mamen's throat, and she kindly didn't say it.

"My research is academic." Aral retorted.

"Are you from the mural painting class of the Art Academy next door?" Mamen sarcastically.

"..."

"The image of the sacrificial ceremony begins halfway through the snake cave. Unlike other depictions of life, the image of the sacrificial ceremony begins when the priest goes up to the altar..."

"Uh, from going up to the altar to bask in the moon (sun?) to being escorted into the cave, to the appearance of the snake god, to copulation, to giving birth—there are five pictures in total." Yalar took over the conversation, He counted carefully with his fingers.

"The colors and lines of these pictures have a strong suggestive effect, from the depiction of the cave scene in the painting to...the mask on the face of the snake god. In addition, among the oil paints, some of them will be released when they meet high temperature Datura flower powder, so it is not impossible to hallucinate people who have deliberately observed these totems while sleeping or otherwise-"

囧... If you really studied the last birth chart, did you dream that you were holding Mammon's hand and giving birth while calling "the child's father" (Ray!)? =口=||||It’s really dangerous...Yaral covered his chest with a black line, as expected, things need to be compared. Compared with this kind of heavy taste, spring dreams are more reliable... right?Cough, at least there is no need to challenge the physical limit.

……

——I heard that giving birth is very painful.

This idea is deeply rooted in Yalar's mind, thanks to the innocent conversation between Linda and his wife on a sunny afternoon--

Jim: "Honey, I heard it hurts to have a baby. Is it true?"

Linda, who was working hard, raised her head and smiled coolly when she heard the words, and said, "You will know by lifting your upper lip to cover your whole head."

After finishing speaking, Miss Linda, who was working hard again, didn't appreciate how much her words shocked the men present. Yalar recalled that when he looked at Jim with a distorted expression of "it really hurts" Stupid, I guess I'm pretty much the same...

then……

"Did you hear what I said?" Mammon's angry voice exploded in his ears, "What are you thinking about?"

"Huh?" Yalar recovered from the various associations of "having a baby", "Huh?"

Mammon sighed: "When you see this unusual mural in the future, you must remember to hold your breath and observe. It is impossible for the professors to make art in the cave for no reason——"

"Professor? What professor?" Yalar felt that he had grasped the point.

Mammon glanced at him strangely: "You don't think this cave is formed naturally, do you?"

Yalar: "..." Isn't it?

"Do you think there are real people living in Stormwind Villa?"

"..."

"A man named Cain lives in the rainforest?"

"..."

Mammon divided some of the wild mushrooms cooked on the bonfire among the tableware and handed them to Yalar, deeply worried: "Meryl and the others are wrong..."

0_0?Who is Meryl?

"How could they think that a team like ours is cheating?"

Goldfinger?us?

"If the IQ is average, it's obviously lower than the overall level..." Mamen spooned the soup for herself expressionlessly, tasted it calmly, raised her eyebrows, and unexpectedly found that although there were no other seasonings, it was simply added Salt, but it tastes good unexpectedly. I raised my eyes and accidentally saw Yalar holding the soup bowl and looking at himself in confusion...

"..." Like that...

Very annoying.

Mamen pursed her thin lips, and said harshly, "If you share your IQ with a person whose IQ is close to infinitely negative and has no lower limit."

This time Alar understood—it was scolding him! (#‵′) Convex.

He took a sip of the soup indiscriminately, and was about to jump up to fight back, when suddenly his eyes flashed, and he suddenly discovered something...

When Mamen looked up again, she found that this worrying partner had gone to the mural again! ! !

Mammon is telling the truth this time? He was furious—was what he said before all nonsense? !

Just when he was about to jump up and beat someone up, the child in front of the mural turned around, looked at himself with a bright smile on his face, shook the paper in his hand, and said triumphantly, "Look, what did I find?!"

……

(Italy, Rome, House of Reguis)

In the dark, nose to nose, cold touch.

The exhalations of each other are muddy and mixed together, giving people a deep sense of suffocation.

Edward was trapped between the wall and the arms supporting the left and right sides of his head, and his whole body was shrouded in shadow.

After a while, the man moved back a little, let go of a hand supported on the wall, and rubbed his face carefully.

a long time.

Yun Shishi looked into Edward's eyes, without a hint of a smile, and said in a calm voice, "Master Reguis, it's been a year, and you should have had enough trouble."