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"belch!"
Touching his dizzy head with one hand and holding on to the cold wall with the other, George took a serpentine step on the rickety cabin deck.
"vomit!!!"
The burping was followed by unstoppable vomiting. At this time, George's throat was filled with the strong smell of alcohol. If he added more gravy, he could make a dozen fermented glutinous rice dumplings!
A wave hit the sea, which made George's stomach churn for a while, and the delicious food in his stomach became fresh feed for the sea fish again.
"Gudong, gudong!"
After George finally vomited cleanly, he quickly poured some water into his stomach, and the burning sensation in his esophagus was finally relieved a lot.
"These brats...let's see if I don't come back next time!"
As the saying goes, a dwarf never lacks wine in his collection. The red dwarves are also dwarves, and the wine cellar hidden in Noah's Ark cannot be emptied by the mercenary group's banquet.
One hundred bottles? Two hundred bottles? The sea breeze blew, and even though his mind was slightly clearer than before, George still couldn't remember how many bottles of spirits he drank. He only remembered that his men were toasting one cup after another, without giving him any chance to breathe.
Indeed, with the temperature control of the Phoenix bloodline, George could evaporate all the alcohol in the wine, but these brats toasted too frequently, and George had no time to evaporate! Over time, even those as strong as George had to flee in the end, leaving the joy of victory to his men who survived to the end.
Of course, their names were also written down by George in a small notebook.
"By the way, is my room the one on the left or the one on the right? Forget it, it doesn't matter, there are so many empty rooms anyway."
George finally staggered to the end of the cabin. There seemed to be stars twinkling in front of his eyes. Even if he squinted, his vision was a little blurry. Already drunk, he just kicked open the door of the guest room on the left without hesitation. I took off my clothes all the way, and finally rolled and crawled to the bed in the room.
However, just as George climbed onto the bed and was about to stretch his body into a large shape, his right hand seemed to touch something soft that was different from the wooden mattress.
Subconsciously, George squeezed it.
"Yeah!"
Like the protest of a lazy kitten being kneaded by its owner while sleeping, a bone-numbing low growl sounded in George's ears.
That familiar voice, like the most powerful sobering medicine, instantly made George sober for most of his life!
Gently, slowly, and pretending not to be aware of it, George pulled his hand back. However, just as his fingertips were about to leave the warm body, a thin and boneless hand appeared. He grabbed George's wrist firmly.
In the blink of an eye, George was like a bug caught in a spider's web, unable to move any further!
"Hmm... My servant, are you very bold today? You dare to touch my bed so directly."
In the darkness, Hilna's smooth and jade-like body lay quietly beside George. Even though she could not see directly with her back on her back, her keen hearing, perception of heat energy, and weak air flow in the room...
Whether George sees it or not, this information can perfectly piece together Miss Demon's tall curves from head to toe into a stunning picture in his mind!
A rustling voice sounded behind him, and at some point, this stunning painting had been placed on George's shoulders and back. It felt as smooth and soft as fine satin. It was impossible to believe that this was actually a talkative thing. The body of the great demon that changed color.
"There is no doubt that this is your room, and I am here, because...what is yours belongs to me, and wherever you hide, it belongs to me!"
As if she had completely guessed George's next words, the big devil lady blocked George's escape route first.
Then, as if she was playing a prank, Hilna came close to George's ear, exhaling like blue, and her eyes were as charming as silk. The alcohol-scented breeze between his nose brushed every inch of hair on the side of George's face.
George's face was itchy, and George's heart was itchy. What's worse, George's body also became hard and itchy!
"By the way, I suddenly remembered that my servant, I haven't given you a gift for promotion yet!"
As if she remembered something, Hilna suddenly straightened up. Just when George felt a little disappointed at losing the wonderful touch, Miss Big Devil turned over and sat directly on George's body!
A black hair naturally slid down Hilna's earlobe, like a waterfall from the nine heavens, and like a curtain leading to the boudoir, covering the world that only belonged to her and George.
"Guess, what is my gift? Well, it's me!"
"My servant, you will always be mine, but tonight, I am also yours!"
Hilna's soft words reached George's ears, but they were like the midnight bell that kept echoing in his mind, with lingering lingering sounds.
With a charming smile and beautiful eyes, the hint of arrogance and shyness flowing in Sirna's eyes, the seductiveness and sweetness flashing between her lips and teeth are different from the magic lines on the human body and the slight smear on the top of the head. The lovely horns add a bit of mysterious beauty from a foreign land to Miss Sirna's alluring face.
Even in a dark room, the stunning scenery is enough to ignite every drop of alcohol remaining in George's blood!
Tonight, those who dare to challenge authority from the bottom up will have a bed that stays up all night in addition to the wine table banquet!
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