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shoulder, Steve looked at Harry worriedly: "What's wrong? Your shoulder is uncomfortable?"

"Oh, it's nothing...Maybe the riding posture is not correct...It's just a little sore." Harry forced a smile, God knows that damn guy bit his shoulder almost swollen!

Tony snorted disdainfully, who are you kidding, you ride a horse with your arms?

During the room break, Tony asked the two of them maliciously, "Do you want one room or two?"

"Two..." Harry replied through gritted teeth.

Here Clinton looked at Eric, walked up to Eric and whispered, "Brother, you are so strong..."

Eric raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, my eyes are very good, and I can read lips..." Clinton pointed to his eyes, with a look of admiration on his face: "If I were you... I would have put him on the way..." Clinton Made a one-size-fits-all gesture.

Eric snapped the wine glass in his hand, and the veins on his head burst out.

"Real man..." Clinton raised his big finger, patted Eric on the shoulder again, took the keys with Natasha and walked away.

Harry's room was next to Eric's, and Harry knew it was Tony's fault at a glance. Harry looked at Eric with some unease. He didn't expect Steve to give them time to rest, and he was definitely going to be miserable now... Harry at this moment Honestly, like a little sheep, he and Eric have had no fights in the six months they have been together, and he will always be punished miserably after each fight, and he always has lingering fears about it. Teasing Harry already knew that Eric was on the verge of reaching the peak, so he didn't dare to say anything this time.Afraid that he would accidentally step on Eric's point somewhere, he was sure that Eric would never care about time and place this time.

Fortunately, Eric just watched him open the door and lock himself into the room with heavy eyes, without any intention of breaking in, Harry leaned against the door and let out a long breath.

Eric's eyes are so scary... You must not provoke him again.

Harry rubbed his shoulders, pulled off his clothes and saw that his shoulders were already bruised and purple, and it hurt when he touched it. Harry understood that this was his own doing, so he took off his clothes and ordered the waiter in the tavern to call him. Hot water, I haven't taken a good bath after driving for so long, Harry has a slight obsession with cleanliness, and now when it's time to rest, he feels uncomfortable all over his body. Harry sighed in satisfaction the moment he soaked in the hot water in one breath.

Harry soaked in the hot water for a while, exhaustion swept over him, Harry felt that he was about to fall asleep, and he reached out to get a towel, but he couldn't find it after a long time. What kind of service is this hotel! ?Forgot to bring towels to guests! ? Harry was a little annoyed, he pulled his shirt and put it on his body, opened the door and shouted: "Little waiter! Where's my towel!?"

Harry looked at the empty corridor, feeling a little helpless, of course he couldn't expect someone to come to serve him in such a small place, Harry had no choice but to walk out the door, before Harry took two steps, the door of Eric's room opened.

Eric heard Harry yelling in the room just now, and was about to take his own towel to Harry, and then he saw that Harry was only wearing a shirt, which only covered Harry's thighs, and Harry's hair was dripping Water, the shirt on his body was also made translucent by the water, Eric could clearly see the waist under the shirt...

Harry stared blankly at Eric, and Eric stared blankly at him.

Eric felt as if someone had burned a fire in his body at this time, and he was so thirsty that he couldn't bear it, and Harry saw Eric's eyes congested in an instant, Harry silently looked at his clothes, resigned to his fate I closed my eyes.

Harry didn't show up for breakfast the next day.

Tony looked at the vacant seat and smiled maliciously, then wrapped his arms around Steve's waist aggressively, while Clinton quietly gave Eric a thumbs up.

Eric kept silent and just piled Harry's favorite food on a plate, and then went upstairs to find his little prince who had been fucked by himself and couldn't get up in bed.

hunting dragon

"You don't have to force it..." Eric looked at Harry who was struggling to climb the mountain, and couldn't help saying, "You can stay in the hotel."

"Stop talking nonsense! Didn't I come here just to catch a glimpse of the dragon! If I can't see it, then what's the point of me running all the way!?" Harry rolled his eyes at Eric, his waist was still a little sore, and Don't want to know who's the reason, you bloody beast!

"It's too dangerous for a while, you promise me that you must not run around." Eric was still a little worried. Although he had dealt with several dragons alone, Eric was always worried when he thought of Harry by his side.

"Okay, you've said this hundreds of times, so there's no way I'm going to have anything to do with you." Harry said and smiled at Steve: "There's still Steve."

Steve smiled embarrassedly, and Tony couldn't help shouting, "My uncle is here too!"

"You're worthless, you can't even beat me." Harry couldn't help but sneer.

"What are you talking about! Don't use the special sword I gave you if you have the ability! If my uncle didn't provide the weapon, no matter how powerful you are!" Tony raised his head with his arms akimbo.

Tony was born in a very famous weapon manufacturing family──Stark family, this family is so famous that Harry has heard of it, and his father bought some weapons from the Stark family at a high price. The successor is a genius, he has developed all kinds of weird weapons at a young age and has greatly reduced the cost and improved the quality of weapons. Although Harry has long known that Tony's surname is Stark, he has never sent him to that halo-like weapon. The young genius of Stark's family is connected together, I really don't know what my father's expression will be if he sees that the genius boy he once praised is actually a black-haired young man with a mustache...

Harry looked at the sword in his hand. The sword was jet-black, but it was shiny from inside. Although Harry didn't know what material it was made of, he instinctively felt that it was a good sword, and The sword was very heavy, and it was a little difficult for Harry to hold it.

And Eric next to him obviously got a guy who looked heavier than the sword in his hand, but seeing Eric's expression as if he didn't hold anything in his hand, Harry couldn't help but glared enviously. This guy who is born with strange power.

"Stand back, everyone, I saw it!" Clinton, who walked in front with the best eyesight, suddenly said, "It's a red dragon!"

"Red Dragon!?" Harry wondered.

"Dragon is distinguished by color to distinguish its level and ability. The red dragon is a more ferocious type, and its ability is flame." Eric explained lightly.

"What's the highest level?" Harry asked with interest.

"Golden Dragon."

"What a grumpy guy!" Clinton drew the bow behind him and put an arrow on it: "Attention everyone! This dragon looks like it has gone berserk."

"Going berserk?" Natasha frowned. "Dragon's temperament is always very docile. Why did it suddenly go berserk?" As soon as Natasha finished speaking, Harry saw a fiery red shadow coming from above his head, accompanied by a string of flames. Sprinting over, the scorching wind brushed across Harry's cheeks, and the sword in Harry's hand groaned.

With a bang, Harry saw the smoke-breathing dragon land not far in front of him—the dragon had fiery red scales all over its body, with a pair of yellow-green eyes, but it was smaller than he imagined There are many, it looks like they are only two people tall, but the pair of spread wings are a full five meters long, and the sharp claws are like sharp daggers, easily cutting the gravel under their feet.

"Be careful..." Eric pulled Harry behind him protectively.

Holding the specially made shield Tony gave him, Steve commanded carefully: "Listen everyone, be careful not to be swept by its tail, Clinton, you go to the commanding heights, and shoot it in the eye when the situation is critical, Huntsman and I are on the left Go right to get his attention, Natasha, you are in charge of the rear." Steve glanced at the man who hadn't emerged from the cloak from the beginning to the end, and called his name for the first time: "Hulk... I'll count on you in an emergency gone."

Harry looked at the guy who was shorter than Tony suspiciously, and Steve actually said please him?Looking at his thin and short appearance, is there any special function?

"Harry, you and Tony can run as far as you can!"