Why does the princess wear a skirt [Western Fantasy]

After hearing this, Erin regained her senses a little.

Thinking of the cute dog's little furry cheeks and smiling mouth, he replied with a smile on his face in the dark: "A cute creature."

After a pause, he added: "It's a bit like you."

He was right, Gouzi was indeed very similar to Bishop, whether in voice, eyes, or even tone of voice.

Almost thought that Bishop broke into the illusion that he just had was not short-lived and couldn't distinguish reality.

"Really? But this creature doesn't sound so cute."

Bishop continued to pinch Irene's little paw expressionlessly, and the strength also seemed to be "accidentally" aggravated.

He doesn't think dogs are cute, let alone himself who is forced to be a dog!But he didn't want to delete this seemingly unpleasant memory, even if he did have the ability to erase everything, he didn't want to do it.

Although the aspect about himself is really terrible, but that part has the picture of the little liar, which he wants to engrave in his mind for a long time.

"That's probably because you don't understand it."

Irene, who answered casually, finally felt Bishop's presence.

Whether he wants to feel it or not, he has to completely lose consciousness. After all, the other party is really squeezing his poor little palm with great strength now.

Of course, he also realized his mistake.

It is indeed inappropriate to compare Bishop to a dog, and it is normal to be angry.

So witty, he quickly changed the subject and said, "Where is this? I just seemed to have several long, long dreams that kept repeating."

"This is the Bugura Strait. As for the dream you mentioned, it is the fear in your heart. Congratulations, you have overcome it." The devil explained slowly, thought for a while, and continued: "So what did you dream about? ?”

……

Erin was silent.

Not to mention it's okay, when this matter is mentioned, those images about 'fear' flooded out in his mind.

It's as vivid as what happened in real life.

And that 'fear', just thinking about it, he felt incredible!

how can that be possible!

It's okay to love Bishop so deeply and still be unable to ask for it, but she's afraid to face Bishop!It's not because I'm worried about my neck getting cold, but because I'm afraid that the other party won't agree to be with me!

What's even more frightening is that this dream, which I dare not face, was repeated five times!Failed four times!Every time, he would stand in the crowd and look at the luminous brave man in the distance, he would not dare to go forward until the luminous brave figure disappeared, then he ran up quickly, shouting desolately, "Bi! Sharp, don't go '?

This... This is really outrageous, so outrageous that you thought you were writing some beautiful love story?

There is no such thing as beautiful love, it is all a lie!

And he is not such a person at all!How could he fall in love with Bishop?At most, it's a heartbeat, just a heartbeat!

Princess Irene clearly refuted the dream about 'fear' in her mind.

It wasn't until Bishop spoke again that he pulled his thoughts back.

"Why don't you speak?"

"No, there's nothing to say."

Irene struggled in Bishop's arms with great reaction.

But obviously, he forgot that he didn't have the ability to break free from this embrace.

After wasting a lot of strength, he was like a fish stranded under the scorching sun, slapping and turning his body vigorously in the opponent's arms, but he couldn't get rid of the fiery sunlight that surrounded him no matter what.

The devil put his arms around Irene's waist indifferently, allowing the other party to toss hard.

For him, this is not a difficult task, as long as the other party is having fun.

But this time, Irene didn't stop to accept and face the reality when she found that she was struggling and had no hope, as she did in the past.

Now he is very irritable, and the memory of 'fear' in his mind keeps playing repeatedly, not only with pictures, but also with sound.

That Prince Irene who mourns and complains to himself and sighs at the moon and strikes at the rose looks like the protagonist of a bitter drama, how could it be him!What matters is why he fell in love with Bishop.

Yes.

It's not like, it's love.

God knows how he, who doesn't even have the emotion of liking, knows what love feels like.

Probably because 'fear' is so powerful that even love was invented by him.

Because the princess's thumping movements were too big, the surroundings were extremely dark.

With just one carelessness, he rubbed against the cold and soft thing, maybe it was skin.

As for what it was specifically, he hadn't thought of it for the time being because of his confused mind.

And at this time, the Demon King finally made a move to hold down the princess's restless back.

He looked at the little liar stuck to his face and was forced to quiet down, flipped through his memory, and said, "Are you sick? Your face is so hot, it seems hotter than usual, and it's still very red."

"No, I didn't!"

Irene retorted very quickly. Although his head was hot, he definitely didn't blush!

It is impossible to blush, it is impossible to blush in this life, and he doesn't like Bishop, he doesn't like it!

"Well, excuse me. How did you see Irene blushing in the darkness?"

Leslie's voice sounded out of place.

Actually, he wasn't curious about this question, he just did it on purpose.

God knows how miserable he was in that horrific dream just now, poor and unattractive, and what's terrible is that he also has a wife who kills him every day?He was so tight that he was not allowed to take money to go out, not to mention, he loved spending money so much that he didn't even spend a single copper coin on him!This bloody love, just thinking about it makes me feel bitter!

Therefore, when he wakes up, he refuses to see the beautiful love in other people's homes who are willing to spend money for their lovers!Even if the other party can bring him countless coins, he will interrupt this harmonious atmosphere at this time!Come to commemorate... oh no, to celebrate, to celebrate my love that never began to hell!

"I probably saw it with my lips. Of course, only I can see it."

The devil's tone was indifferent, but the sharp arrow-like sight successfully passed through layers of darkness and shot at the necromancer wearing a layer of elf skin.

If this guy doesn't belong to the team of the brave, he might be able to give this place to the other party, and it would be a good choice to use it as a resting place.

At this time, Irene just realized with belatedness where her little face was pasted.

Just in time to hear this sentence with a strong suggestive meaning, in an instant, there was a bang in my head, like fireworks exploding, and the excitement was boiling.

When did you learn this damn love story?However, it really sounds different...

Ok.

He admits.

Maybe there is really a little bit of liking for this luminous fake brave and real demon king.

That damn 'fear' made him feel and experience the love for Bishop several times, until now he couldn't completely get rid of his emotions.

So it's all the fault of that specious dream, it's all the dream's fault!

So, what about...or?

Just try it first?

Otherwise, I will regret it, just like in that dream, how miserable it is!

And after trying, even if he really ended up in such a miserable situation, at least he had it!

Thinking of this, Irene's heart was beating violently, as if about to burst out of her chest, to prove his sudden thoughts.

Stiff, he maintained this posture without moving, until some unharmonious thoughts popped up in his mind.

After thinking for a while, taking advantage of the darkness, he quietly rubbed Bishop's cold and slightly slippery skin with his small face.

I have to say, the other party's skin is really good, and the touch is really great!

"Don't move, be good."

The devil patted Irene's round and elastic buttocks lightly. The position of the little liar lying on him was very smooth. Of course, he had wanted to do this for a long time.

Feeling the other person's cheeks getting hotter and hotter, he frowned worriedly.

In my memory, this little liar is very squeamish, and human beings are always fragile, and life is so short that it is easy to be attacked by diseases.

Thinking of this, he quickly raised his other hand to cover the other's forehead, and said at the same time, "Let the pharmacist come over to see if you're sick, it's really too hot."

Yeah, sick.

It may be a disease called love.

Irene thought unreliably, while enjoying the thoughtfulness from her lover.

He temporarily admitted the identity of Bishop's lover.

Even if the love is fake, at least this caring and caring is real.

It's a bit cruel to think about it, but what can I do?I have to grit my teeth and laugh at the sins I have done.

"Irene, are you sick? But I don't know how to get there, where are you?"

Eddie opened his mouth blankly, trying very hard to identify the direction of the voices of the brave man and the princess.

For some reason, it was really difficult to locate the direction of the two of them. He always felt that the voice seemed to be coming from all directions.

"I'm not sick, I'm just a little hot." Irene quickly explained that he didn't want to drink Eddie's strangely colored potion when he was healthy and painless. He braced himself up a bit, and left the cold face. After doing this, he said in the direction of Eddie's voice: "I and Bishop are here, how about you? Are you all together?"

"Yes, we are all together, I seem to have found where you are, don't move, wait for us to pass!"

Eddie suddenly opened his mouth very excitedly. He realized early on that finding teammates in the dark is also an interesting thing.

The confusion just now was just because I couldn't find the direction. Now that I have found it, I can start the 'adventure'.

After hearing this, Bishop looked at the brave men in the distance again.

I saw the four of them holding hands, all moving to the right, carefully stepping half a foot away.

With this speed, maybe they really have plans to sleep here forever.

Although he also wanted to spend more time with the little liar, it would be better to fulfill the agreement with the Father God earlier, so that he could recover his memory sooner.

Then, the Demon King hugged Irene by the waist as he remembered.

Feeling the panic of the little liar in his arms, he quickly explained: "You can't see the way clearly, it's safer for me to walk with you in my arms."

"Then can you see clearly? Or let me down?"

Irene always felt that Bishop was a little strange, but it was hard to say what was so strange.

At the same time, he also felt numb in his heart, something called sweetness was quietly occupying his whole heart.

Maybe it's because my mentality has changed, but when facing a lover, it always feels different, right?

The smiling princess didn't think too much, and put her arms around the brave man's neck.

At this moment, Princess Irene is very satisfied with his lover, and plans to start a love story between the brave and the princess.