empty crown

He has blond hair, he likes blond hair, slightly curly would be better... He obviously liked black hair before, when did he start to change his taste?He grabbed the woman's hair and looked down at the woman struggling to swallow his thick body. For a moment, he lost his mind and thought if this was Harry... Then he naturally remembered the time he felt when he covered his mouth with his hand The softness and the shape of the lips...the size should be just right...but his technique must be terrible...it doesn't matter, I will teach him well, watching those emerald green eyes filled with tears must be very passionate...

Thinking of this, Eric couldn't bear it anymore, and shot into the woman's mouth with a roar, and at the moment of orgasm, he naturally spit out a name: "Harry..."

The prostitute was slightly stunned, wiped her mouth and stood up as usual, closed the door after collecting the money and retreated, leaving the sober Eric stunned by the thoughts in his head and the name just spit out local.

Auditory hallucinations

When Harry woke up, his head hurt a little, and he looked around inexplicably, where is this place? ?I don't seem to remember much about last night...

I remember the problem of boasting about drinking with others and then getting drunk, and then...seem to see Eric?

Thinking of this name, Harry began to feel pain all over his body. He looked at the bruises on his wrist, then touched his cheek, and he was sure and sure that he was definitely fighting with someone else!And the one who can beat himself like this must be the damn Eric!

When Harry rushed back to the Boar's Head Tavern, many people looked at him with strange eyes.

"What are you looking at, where is Huntsman!?" Harry covered his face angrily.

"He really fucked you...?" Poins covered his mouth in surprise as he saw Harry's bruises all over his face.

"What fart!?" Harry looked at Poins inexplicably: "What the fuck?"

"No no nothing!!" Poins immediately shook his head: "Huntsman never came back after he took you away."

"What, he took me away!?" Harry shook his head, as if remembering something, he seemed to have had a fight with Eric in the tavern he woke up in the morning, but why did he fight?He must have provoked himself first!It must be so!And what about this kid?Run away when you win! ? ?

Harry gritted his teeth angrily, and grabbed Poins by the collar: "What about the other person!? You haven't seen him since!?"

Poins shook his head, Harry stared at the other guys who didn't dare to make a sound, and suddenly one of the big gray-haired men whispered: "I seem to see him going to the dark alley..."

"The dark alley...?" Harry frowned, of course he knew what was going on in the dark alley, beat himself up like a pig's head and then went out to play with women! ? The anger in Harry's heart grew stronger at the thought of this, he threw the Poins into the seat, turned around and walked out of the tavern.

Looking at Harry's distraught figure, Poins blinked his eyes: "These two...what have they developed into?"

"The Huntsman must have run away after finishing his work, and the prince got angry."

"I think it looks like..." Poins nodded affirmatively: "The prince's skills must not be very good..."

"Maybe it's up there?"

"That skill is so-so..." Poins hugged his shoulders and shook his head: "When we went out to play with women before, everyone was concerned that he was a prince, and the women called him very hard. In fact, he was just enjoying himself... ..."

"Huntsman is really hard..."

"Yes..." Everyone in the bar nodded in agreement.

If Harry here knew that his good buddy and little follower, Poins, was slandering him behind his back, he might be ashamed of killing him, but Harry didn't know, at this moment he was rushing to the dark alley in anger Yelling: "Huntsman! You die for me!!"

It was already dawn, and there were not many prostitutes scattered in the dark alley. They all stared at Harry with strange eyes. Harry was a little uncomfortable being looked at. At this time, a smoking blond prostitute approached him and looked at him. He glanced at him, spewed a light smoke from his nose, and said in a slow tone: "Is your name Harry?"

"Yeah! Do you know Huntsman? Or...?"

"Prince Harry?" The blond whore smiled.

"Ah..." Harry rubbed his head, "Have you ever seen a man with dark brown hair, a scruffy beard and an axe?"

"He left, not long ago, go over there." The blond prostitute pointed at the entrance of the alley with a cigarette stick, and there was only the city gate ahead.

"As expected, the bastard ran away after beating me!" Harry angrily kicked over the empty bucket next to him.

Eric ran away, but he didn't run away because he was afraid of his revenge after beating Harry, he was scared away by his deepest thoughts...

He admits that he likes Harry, because he is very fun, and being with him will be fun and not so boring. These days when he is with Harry, he almost drinks less often. He used to think that only wine can To soothe my empty heart, but ever since a little prince named Harry lived in my empty chest... Eric didn't know what to do for a moment!

Although he is not young anymore, he really doesn't remember the exact age, either 29 or 30 years old, forget it, let's be 30 years old, it's easy!

For the past [-] years, I have been alone, living a life where there is no tomorrow, and I can always find someone to solve my physical needs, otherwise I can do it by myself, he never thought What kind of beautiful love, romantic marriage and stuff like that!

He thought that he would never have anything to do with him for the rest of his life!

He also doesn't know what love is.

I just heard a woman who slept with me say: love is the most irrational thing in this world, you will be painful and sweet for him, everything will be eclipsed in front of love.

All in all, love will make people lower IQ!

So he has never had a good impression of love. The women around him have been changing, and they have never been just one-night stands or a week-long fixed date. He has never had the feeling of so-called love, and of course he doesn’t want to know what it is. Feel.

Then until I met this brat...

That arrogant, unrestrained, unscrupulous, unscrupulous, unscrupulous kid who will get revenge, counting his age, he is only in his early 25s?I'm so much younger than myself, I'm just a little kid who doesn't understand anything!This kind of little weak chicken who doesn't have a single good point... What kind of magic power can make me so fascinated! ?

Eric seemed to have discovered a new field. When he thought about that brat's face, even his favorite wine became dull...

Oh, GOD, this is not some so-called bullshit love! ?

Love overshadows everything! ?

I love that kid myself! ?

For so many years, she has been dispensable to women, but she fell in love with such a brat who has no hair yet! ?I can't be gay! ? Eric was so scared that he broke into a cold sweat──no, no, at least his eyes never stayed on the man for a moment in the bar...

It must be bewitched by something, Eric explained him to himself, it must be because the brat's eyes are too in line with his own taste!That's why when he looked at him with those watery eyes, he would have that impulse, just stay away from him!I won't go out for the time being...

Wait until that beating heart calms down...I...

It's better not to see him again... Eric gritted his teeth, this is wrong, there must be something wrong with him, he can't have any so-called bullshit love for that kid...

That's it, stay calmly alone for a while... Go out after ten days and a half months... Anyway, the longest time I stayed in the dark forest for a whole year, when he thought of going out for a walk, he almost didn't even I almost forgot how to talk to others.

When Harry rode his horse to the edge of the dark forest, he hesitated slightly.

After all, I have only been there once, and I was led by Eric. Although Harry didn't want to admit it, his sense of direction is not very good. It is really not sure to go in rashly this time... But no matter how pressured it is What's the matter with the unstoppable anger! ?

Harry felt that he had never been so angry before. For this guy who left himself in a dirty hotel after beating him and went to have a good time alone, and then slapped his ass and left when he was finished, Harry couldn't wait to pounce on him and bite him twice. Degas.

"There's nothing to be afraid of! Anyway, he's already told me so many things to pay attention to. If I'm careful, I'll always find that guy's rotten wooden house, and then I'll burn it down!" Harry gasped violently angrily. I touched the horse's buttocks, but the horse that sat down was unwilling to go any further.