unreliable adventure

Even though this dewy affair with handsome Fran got off to a bad start, I'm going to act like a professional undead.Although I didn't actually practice it myself after my death, I stayed in the grave and read a lot of books. "Sadomasochism Subculture", I have read it. I have also read "Tight Tightness".According to the book, it usually starts like this: I grabbed Fran's outstretched pig's hand, stood up and pinned him against the thick tree trunk, put my lips against his ear and said, "If you regret it, the safe word is... "

"What are you going to do?" Francis broke free from the restraint and kissed passionately.

"Okay, if it's what you want." Rose vines entangled from all sides, binding his shoulders and limbs.First are the bright red and seductive petals, followed by sharp thorns.Francis couldn't break free, his muscles twitched and swelled: "Drink, it's finally interesting."

"Used items are not allowed to speak." I said in a very evil tone.

Fran refrained from speaking, and just stared at me with his eyes. It is said that you will be more sensitive if you cover your eyes, so let's cover them.

In addition to rose vines, I just discovered that the elves raised a nest of bath ants under the tree hole, er, the elves in the city really know how to play.After covering Fran's eyes, I called the bathhouse owner's family out.Sensitive flesh was still hidden in the slits of the warrior's muscles, and as he explored the private place step by step, the steel-like flesh began to twitch.Fran held back first, then let out a low growl.A lost ant climbed onto my finger. The book said it was a bone-piercing pleasure, but unfortunately my finger no longer felt it.

What's next, a flash of lightning?The cage is not bad either, as are the candles.However, I did it strictly according to the instructions in the book, but I don't know what's wrong.I don't know if you have ever felt this way. Obviously the other person is very nice, and you really want to make him happy, but suddenly you don't know how to continue.Maybe it's because the spell was too expensive just now, maybe it's just something on my mind, but I suddenly feel that it's really tiring to please others, and I suddenly feel that I can't give my feelings.

So I smartly entrusted the rest of the work to Boss Ant, and sat by the side to take a rest.

In the afternoon many years ago, it was by the same pond, of course not this gorgeous pond of elves, but just an ordinary field with tall thatch growing leggy beside the sunny water.The epic hero Roland was wearing the golden silk white robe of an epic hero, and the water waves reflected the afternoon sun, which was a bit dazzling.Roland sat up, squinted his eyes and patted the belly of the person next to him: "Hey, come and be my attendant."

Lying next to them in a "big" shape are ordinary soldiers in old uniforms.With a root of grass in his mouth, the soldier murmured in a guttural voice, "No."

"why?"

"I am the Commander of the Legion."

Roland smirked and leaned sideways: "The City Defense Corps." The City Defense Corps was formed by temporarily recruiting local bravery, and it wasn't even considered a formal military establishment.

The ten commander was a little annoyed by being punctured, and spit out the grass stalk in his mouth: "The ten commander of the city defense army is also the ten commander."

Roland turned over and pressed the soldier's shoulders, brought his handsome face closer and said, "What if I insist?"

The soldier smiled and turned his face away: "Ah, who dares to refuse the glorious Roland! But, after this war is over, I will become a great hero, not someone's servant."

Roland smiled with his white teeth, and the sun was right behind him. He must be planning to display his invincible charm.The soldier couldn't give in. He knocked Roland away with his forehead, and turned back to restrain Roland: "You can't beat me anyway, so why don't I be a knight and you be my servant."

"But knights have to prepare their own horses." Roland tried to understate as much as he said.A paladin not only needs to prepare his own war horse, but also needs to be born in a family, and needs the archbishop to grant the holy light himself.

The soldier was a little short of breath, so he had to imitate Roland's tone and say, "What if I insist?"

Roland took the opportunity to make a dirty trick, and the soldier rolled aside in pain.Roland skillfully reached into the soldier's uniform with one hand, supported the back of the soldier's head with the other, and kissed him forcefully.

The soldier gave up his resistance, lying on the ground gasping for breath, he just said, "You can find another random soldier, a stupid soldier who is fascinated by you."

Roland smiled with his mouth crooked: "But you are the best fighter, you will, protect my safety." As he spoke, he reached out to the soldier's chest.

Suddenly Roland covered the soldier's mouth with his hand.Get down and don't talk.

Someone came along the shore.Captain Roland!Captain Roland!It's strange, I saw him nearby just now, but I can't find him in a blink of an eye, or go back to the training ground and look for it again!

When the person looking for him had gone far away, Roland raised his head, took off the saber at his waist and handed it to the soldier: "That's it, Xiao Hei, you will be my adjutant, and we can be together often in the future. "

At that time, Xiao Hei had nothing on his mind, but just looked at Roland fascinated until——

Until someone shakes me awake.It stands to reason that dead people shouldn't be able to sleep and dream, but I did lose my mind just now because of energy exhaustion.My original plan was to rest for a while, and when Boss Ant finished the massage, I would put Fran down with my own hands.But I didn't expect it to be like this. Francis shook me awake and looked at me with concern. It was embarrassing.

Francis saw that I was fine, so he lay down on the grass next to him, and tried to find a topic: "Did you know hahaha! There is a vulgar custom on the island of the free people, every year when the eighth moon is full ..."

"I know, there will be celebrations in August every year, just like the New Year, I really want to see it."

"I'm talking about a vulgar custom. In August, adventurers working outside will return to the island, build bonfires, sing and dance, and brag about their knowledge to each other. Among them, the highlight is," Francis paused: "The highlight is Show off how many aliens you slept with."

"So, today is a point?" I knew I was wrong, so I decided to follow along.

"If you sleep with an epic hero-level character, you will get extra points."

"Let me guess. If it's something particularly heavy-hearted, such as sleeping undead and tentacle monsters, I can add two points."

Francis was silent for a while with a grimace, and then said: "I know quite a few survivor friends, but only Brother Hei is easier to talk to."

"Oh."

"And Brother Hei is very handsome!"

"Oh, do you want me to give you a gift or something, so that you can have a proof when you brag?"

"Already have it." Francis shook his big hand proudly. He asked me for an old power ring before: "Roland's ring! Those bumpkins will be jealous."

"Well, we can make up stories anyway..."

"One day, I will become a real bard and have my own legend." Francis stretched his waist and said.

"Isn't your story very eclectic?"

"Listen, I'm going to write like this. I'm going to pretend to be a breezy crooked novel at the beginning, so that everyone will like to read it, and when they find out that it's a tragedy—" Francis gestured to a compulsively drugged novel. Gesture: "It's too late, I have to swallow it whole!"

"Okay, let's write it like this at the beginning, write the protagonist as a big hero who is strong and strong, but in the end, he finds out that everything is just that he feels good about himself, and he finds that he can't change anything at all. In the vortex of fate, he is like a piece of rootless duckweed .”

Francis nodded approvingly, then stopped sharply: "Interesting, but if you write it that way, it's your story."

Lying on the grass and chattering for a while, Francis half sat up on his elbows and said, "Then later, when you are in a better mood, find a chance to come out and play! You can try it next time." Try the free folk's way of playing."

I think that as an adult undead, I should act cool, and then I reached out my fist and touched him: "Deal."

Francis checked again to see that I was sure that there was nothing wrong with me, so he walked away with confidence.