Since he was on the way, Renard didn't mind being accompanied by many beautiful women on the boring road, and he was also a noble princess, which was even more wonderful.

However, he soon found that traveling with the other party was simply torture for himself, drinking water had to be hot, and he had to rest after a long journey, even if the meals were exquisite, at least two meat and two vegetables.

Curious, Renard asked her what two meat and two vegetables were, and the answer was: at least steak, smoked sausage, vegetable salad, and fruit cake.

"Better have another glass of wine. After two days of starvation, Sylvia finally let go of her body and learned to eat barbecue with her hands, and at the same time clearly understood what the hard life of the people at the bottom was.

Renard kept flipping the roast rabbit meat on the fire, and then stirred the beef and wild vegetable soup in the iron pot with a spoon: "Dear princess, we are running for our lives, not on an outing. ”

That being said, he still took out a barrel of wine from the space ring and poured a small half glass for the other party.

Sylvia took a sip of her wine, then continued to stare at the barbecue.

Two days ago, she would never have touched these things, but now she drools.

After the two finished lunch, they immediately rushed to the direction of Wujian Harbor non-stop.

Ever since she was out of danger, Sylvia had been reluctant to ride with Renard.

Well, ladies have lady's reserve.

However, Renard will not show his gentlemanly demeanor at this time, and since you don't want to share a ride, you can run underneath.

What else can you do? You can't give up the horse to the other party and chase it on the ground yourself, what's the difference between that and licking a dog?

Therefore, Sylvia could only walk behind the horse's buttocks, God was pitiful, she was just a magic apprentice, delicate and expensive, where had she suffered such a crime, and several blood blisters had been ground out under her feet in just half a day.

However, she has a stubborn personality and has never said anything, and in the end, the entire soles of her feet have been worn out of shape, and she is still gritting her teeth and persevering.

Renard really had no choice but to compromise in the end, and then it became him running on the ground and Sylvia on horseback.

Lick the dog, lick the dog!

The most Renard said in a few days was, "We Duncan must owe you the Hope family." ”

He was right, Duke Sam would not play politics and was not very powerful, but he was finally canonized as a duke, which of course His Majesty Rochelle thanked him for his loyalty, but the most important thing was the love of the monarch and the courtiers.

Fortunately, Renard's physical fitness has reached the level of a mid-level martial artist, otherwise he would have to break his leg if he rushed down in the past few days.

After walking along the mountain road for about four hours, the sky slowly darkened, and the setting sun fell into the mountain stream.

The two of them came to a low-lying area, where a clear river passed through it and gathered into a pond, which was a very good camping spot.

Remembering Cleaver's teachings, Renard searched around for a long time, but found no trace of animal drinking, so he boldly set up camp: "We spend the night here, you rest assured, I will keep vigil." ”

Sylvia didn't object, she hadn't closed her eyes for three nights, and she was already exhausted from the huge consumption of the previous battle, and Renard's idea was exactly what she wanted.

After setting up the tent, she just lay down in it.

Seeing that she was covered in stains, Renard couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to change your clothes?"

As he spoke, he rummaged through the space ring and found a brand new tight-fitting dress: "I have a set here that I haven't worn, you can change it first." ”

"Thank you!" Sylvia did not refuse.

As a noble lady and a member of the noble royal family, she hates the way she looks now.

A few days ago, she was just running for her life, and she never cared, but now that the danger has passed, she will go crazy if she doesn't freshen up.

"I'll go take a shower first, and you're not allowed to peek. Sylvia stared at Renard and said very seriously.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in older leftover women. Renard replied in the same earnest tone, fiddling with the soup.

"You ......" Sylvia suddenly became angry, I don't know where this hairy boy came from to talk so much, but in the palace, I am afraid that he has already been repaired by the guards and half dead.

However, this was not the palace, not her home turf, so she could only snatch her clothes in a huff and go straight to the pond, while whispering, "Little bastard." ”

Renard turned a deaf ear, still fiddling with the soup, and at the same time put the beef jerky and wild vegetables into the pot and boiled indiscriminately, as if he was doing it very seriously, but in fact, his mind had already flown to the pond.

He now faintly regretted it, if only he had chosen the invisibility cloak two days ago.

Perhaps he had expected that Renard's mind was not pure, and by the time he crept into the bushes by the pond, Sylvia had already descended into the water, and the clear surface of the lake did not cover the shoulders of incense, just obscuring the most perfect curves.

However, she still underestimated Renard, and that looming feeling aroused his inner desire even more.

Fortunately, Renard is not a hooligan, at least what he fuses is only the memory of the scum Renard, not his temperament, otherwise he would have had a beastly attack and did unspeakable deeds.

Half an hour later, Sylvia returned to camp cleanly, changing into new clothes that didn't fit well, which accentuated her proud figure.

Renard divided the broth and white bread into two portions, ate without squinting, occasionally looking up and peeking twice, and then bowing his head like a thief to fight the food.

At this time, he finally saw Sylvia's appearance clearly, and compared with the portrait on the silver coin, he appeared more mature and charming, and the whole person looked very plump.

The delicate skin shines like milk under the light of the cold moonlight, and the delicate facial features and the perfect proud figure have a thrilling beauty.

If Serena is a green apple and Heidi is a sour grape, then Sylvia is a ripe peach that makes people want to take a bite.

In particular, her eyes are as deep as jewels, as if there is a kind of magic, and any man will fall into them and can't extricate himself from them.

Although Renard is used to seeing beautiful women on TV and thinks that he has a certain immunity, his heart still can't help beating when he is alone with a beauty of this level.

When the other party was embarrassed before, this feeling was not obvious, but now after the other party washes it, the feeling of hormones bursting is simply irrepressible.

"And wine?" asked Sylvia, sitting across from him.

"Yes. Almost instinctively, Renard took out the wine, and hurriedly lowered his head and ate it, perhaps the only way to distract him.

He secretly thought: If anyone marries this woman, it must be the ancestral tomb that is smoking.