boom!
Looking at the door that had just been closed in front of him, Duan Qing let out a long sigh. The fingers that he originally planned to raise slowly put them down as the sound of the wooden door crashing echoed in his ears, and turned back to In their own room - because a certain vindicated imperial noble volunteered to pay for their room expenses, the plan for several people to stay here also gave them a little more room for wealth, and by relying on the principle of "don't waste your money" There was an indescribable and subtle relationship between the concept of "no spending" and several players. In the end, they had the courage to choose the most luxurious plan of "five deluxe single rooms".
Based on the progress of the relationship between Duan Qing and Xue Ling Huanbing since their reunion in Novice Village, it is not impossible for the two of them to spend a night in the same room, but judging from the appearance of the white-haired female swordsman just now, this time She obviously wasn't in such a mood at that time.
"Probably because some relative came here or something."
Duan Qing involuntarily curled up the corners of his mouth. Duan Qing, who had closed the door, comforted himself in this way. The thought of going to other rooms to say hello to Gedman and others then slowly disappeared from his mind. As he wandered back to his room, he disappeared into the dark air with his slightly melancholy eyes: "The reaction was a little too exciting, and I became so nervous when I heard the slightest commotion... Hmm."
"Almost forgot."
His gaze wandering in the darkness stopped somewhere, taking in his eyes a certain purple-haired woman who had been standing there quietly. It took him a while to get rid of all the distracting thoughts, and then he slowly walked away. When he arrived in front of the woman, he looked at each other with the two rays of light that were as bright as gems in the darkness: "Liu Sheng also threw you to me."
"Are you hungry? Do you need anything else to eat?"
He bowed slightly, and his tentative words echoed quietly around the woman who was standing quietly. Then when the woman still had no response, he took it back again with a slight helplessness: "Forget it, soul I’m afraid it’s not that easy to recover from the loss—no, it’s better to say that I don’t know how to recover at all.”
"..."
"Although it was Christine who left you to me, logically speaking, all of this really started because of me."
The dim light kept shaking in the space between the two people. Duan Qing, who withdrew his gaze, slowly lowered his head: "No matter how many episodes happened in the middle, it was me who brought you to this situation. I promised to rescue you from prison before, and your current appearance is indeed not the result I want to see."
"I can probably guess where the problem is. It's probably some kind of bug in the fate system." He pinched his chin, and his frown slowly relaxed as he lowered his head. : "But even if I should be responsible for you, I can't always let you go on like this."
"I also feel that way."
A familiar voice then sounded behind him, accompanied by the swaying footsteps of the murmuring blue-haired figure gradually approaching: "The sound of the wind is gradually tightening, and the drag caused by this burden will probably be gradually amplified. "
"How did you get in?" Duan Qing turned his body slightly and looked at the face that was gradually approaching with one hand on his waist: "Aren't you going back to rest?"
"The next time you go back to your room, remember to close the door." He gestured in the direction of the door behind him, whispered and said with a smile: "Otherwise... people like me always have bad intentions. People can break in very easily."
"Then I'm very welcome." Duan Qing blocked the other party's teasing with an expressionless face, and turned his head back: "But remember to come in at a time when there are no outsiders next time. It won't be good if you are discovered. "
"So why did I put that burden in your room?" He fiddled with the hair flying in front of him with his fingers, and his murmuring eyes scanned the purple-haired woman behind Duan Qing. He glanced at me and said, "I'm just digging my own grave."
"If you really want to do something sloppy... yes." Duan Qing curled his lips helplessly: "Otherwise, this former great mage is still of great potential help to us."
"Really?" Xu Yu Liushang, who took two steps forward and walked to Duan Qing's side, once again looked up and down Violet's body with a scrutinizing gaze: "Are you sure it's not because of the Mages Council?"
"If you can't understand it, just think of it as a kind of advance investment from me." Duan Qing replied in a low voice: "After all, sooner or later we are going to the imperial capital of Redcar, with the identity of this great magician As a guarantee, it might be more convenient to do things——"
Moist and soft lips then blocked his words, and at the same time, the mature and charming body suddenly leaned into his arms. The cold and hard Valkyrie Light Armor did not stop him. The astonishing heat radiated from this body made the woman's movement into Duan Qing's arms seem even more forceful. The two black figures in the dimness quickly merged together like intertwined snakes. In the misty light composed of aristocratic magic lights, they quickly rushed to the corner of the room and used their white thighs to pull the magician's legs apart. The blue-haired swordswoman fixed in the middle continued to suppress the opponent's resistance with her own strength. After a while, she slowly released her hot lips: "A familiar feeling, huh?"
"You are bullying me." Duan Qing let out two slight gasps after recovering his breath. Duan Qing, whose whole body was pressed against the wall, finally let go of the strength he had been struggling with: "A warrior versus a magician? So many levels higher than me..."
"Then you can use magic." The whispering voice came closer and almost touched the tip of Duan Qing's nose: "There is also the paralysis potion you specially developed, which is my 'weakness'."
"..."
"Why, you are only allowed to invest in her and I am not allowed to invest in you?"
Looking at the other party turning his head to the side without saying a word, the corners of his mouth raised more obviously: "My investment started three years ago... no, four years ago."
"If you always focus on others, I will be jealous." She bit her moist lips, and then looked at Duan Qing's face with a seductive look: "My former horseman. "
"...The damage caused by Wings of Freedom to her is not just as simple as it seems." Duan Qing sighed helplessly, and finally understood what the other party was referring to, and responded in a low voice: "She is also one of my victims. , her mental trauma has not yet recovered.”
"With such a mental state, she kept entering the virtual world, and even followed us... to be more serious, she has been putting herself in danger."
"……snort."
Slowly letting go of the opponent's arms, the blue-haired swordswoman took her body out of the opponent's arms. Her eyes that had been staring at the opponent did not change at all, but became more and more intense. He became more and more serious: "Don't try to use such excuses to frustrate me. My heart may not be harder than those of other women, and..."
"You who have always spoiled them, do you really have the attitude to care about others?" Her expression gradually became serious: "Your physical condition - you are still not ready to tell the truth?"
"..."
"I can tolerate you having other women, and I can even tolerate you sharing your love with them, but..."
He took two steps forward again, put his hand on Duan Qing's shoulder, and his whispering voice became deeper: "I can't tolerate you abandoning me, just like you are now without caring about your own life and death. "
"How can I-uh."
The clattering iron boots moved twice on the ground, and then suddenly rose up the next moment Duan Qing felt bad and opened his lips, driving the knees of his white thighs and then pressed heavily against Duan Qing. Between Qing's buttocks, the poor man was pressed into a U shape: "This is the last warning. From now on, it's up to you to take good care of yourself."
"After I finish solving Ninglan's matter, I must see you in person, otherwise... I guarantee in the name of the Lou family that you will be even worse than you are now."
The thumping sound of the body falling to the ground echoed in the scene of the dim room, and the swaying steps slowly left the room belonging to Duan Qing. The figure full of mature female charm even kindly helped Duan Qing. After closing the door, he gave the poor man who was still gritting his teeth and taking a breath a hot look. As if he felt how hot the other party was from the series of actions just now, the gray-robed magician's curled up body, which was covering his lower body, did not move for a long time. Duan Qing's voice followed him for a long time before he opened his mouth. His eyes echoed in the sky above this luxurious room, as if he had just gathered his consciousness and pulled himself out of the pain unique to men: "It is indeed a fourth-generation virtual reality system, even this kind of injury can be simulated so well. reality……"
"If I were more cruel, I wouldn't even have to do it myself... Huh?"
His eyes gradually froze in mid-air. He looked quietly at the empty ground in front of him. His eyes with long eyelashes blinking followed the moonlight falling outside the window and paused for a long time. He seemed a little confused by what he saw at this time. This scene - the feeling of solid ground contact and pain suddenly disappeared at this moment. Even the ground where he should have been lying by the window was now flat in front of his eyes, and his eyes were wavering. He reacted for a long time, and finally realized his situation from his position and the undulating long purple hair: "So that's it."
"I'm possessed again."
He - or she - stretched out his hand and looked quietly at the slender fingers gradually revealed under the gray cloak. The perfect palm condensed after death and rebirth was also reflected in front of Duan Qing. It shines with dazzling light, like a finely carved jade that can shock the world: "Speaking of which..."
"How did I recover last time?"
In the luxurious room that became quiet again, the figure belonging to the purple-haired woman stood alone. In front of her with her eyes closed, after a period of waiting, the figure of Linyuan Duanshui reappeared. The figure of a gray-robed magician said: "Okay, the number change is completed, next - hiss!"
I don't know whether it was because of the failure to refresh the line again or for other reasons, but the pain caused by the heavy blow from the blue-haired female swordsman did not disappear from Duan Qing who came online again, and the man whose legs became weak did not disappear. After successfully taking his own steps, he knelt down on the ground with a gasp. In the tragic scene where big beads of sweat seeped out of his forehead again, the figure belonging to Violet suddenly appeared beside him. She moved slowly and then quietly made the same kneeling posture. Sitting in a sitting position, he raised a faint magical light between his hands: "..."
"Is this...healing magic?"
Duan Qing, who looked at the other person's eyes that were gradually closing and felt the warmth of the magical light, asked in surprise. However, the woman who closed her eyes didn't seem to have any intention of responding. Instead, the magical energy condensed between her hands It became more intense. Quietly experiencing the soothing touch of the energy flowing between his buttocks, the surprise in Duan Qing's eyes as he looked at Violet slowly turned into an inexplicable calm, still sitting on the ground. He just looked at the face of the purple-haired woman bathing in the moonlight outside the window. After a while, he opened his lips again: "Don't worry."
"I will definitely cure you."
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"You came at the right time."
On the early morning of February 13, 796 in the New Calendar, the figure belonging to Duan Qing appeared again at the door of Fushan Blacksmith Shop. Uncle Ford, who had already appeared there early, still maintained his naked and muscular appearance. He looked at the gray-robed magician who was walking towards him with strange and strange eyes: "But... you don't look good. Did you drink too much last night?"
"How is that possible? I just encountered something." Duan Qing, who felt an inexplicable coldness in his lower body, pretended not to care and waved his hand: "How is the work?"
"It's done."
After signaling to the workers moving boxes who were constantly coming in and out of the blacksmith shop behind him, the white-bearded blacksmith laughed twice: "I want to thank you! And your companions... Huh?" where are they?"
"They have other tasks to complete." Duan Qing waved his hand slightly: "I also have things that need to be completed in a while, so I can't stay in your store for a long time."
"I've only been in the castle for two days and I'm already very busy." The blacksmith glanced at the other party sideways and stopped laughing, then crossed his arms and said, "Why, I have to go back to Carlo Village to give it to you. Is that teacher on assignment?"
"No, it's some other commissions." Duan Qing shook his head: "I came here just to take back the finished product for my teammate."
"That won't work. I'm about to take these works for submission."
Pointing to the wooden boxes that were piling up around him, Uncle Ford raised his beard and said, "My master is also in the castle now. I have to show him my proud work."
"Don't worry." He looked at Duan Qing's unkind eyes, and his laughter sounded again from the arm that slapped the magician's shoulder: "After I show the old man a read..."
"I will return the completed equipment to you."
