An empty house. Except for a golden bed, a table polished of pure gold, and a stool, there was nothing else. The bright space, Zhang Xiaoyu can't figure out the principle of lighting, it should be something similar to magic that is different from human science and technology?

The big bed, on which more than a dozen centaur girls slept, was more than enough. Does the centaur girl sleep standing up, kneeling on the bed with her legs bent, or lying on the bed? Zhang Xiaoyu has never studied the living habits of Centaur Niang, and has no clue about this.

In the face of the unknown, Zhang Xiaoyu sometimes eagerly gets to the bottom of it, sometimes turns a blind eye, depending on the mood. Man is an emotional creature, and most of the time, reason dominates human nature, and he does not become a human being.

"Jesla, I usually sleep, and I have a habit of sleeping."

"Master Zero, as long as you cover your one, you'll be fine."

The centaur girl said generously.

It seems that the open customs on Centaur Island still affect the mind of the fifth-level demon lady Jesla. On a closed island where there are not many entertainment programs, a centaur girl, a few centaur men, wake up, idle and have nothing to do, isn't it the same thing, body communication, body fluid exchange, and the shiny essence on the fingers.

Jesla, arrogant by nature, is waiting for Prince Charming, although she doesn't want to admit that there is really nothing she can look at on the small white face of centaur on Centaur Island. Jesra is looking forward to the day when her prince charming will come on the waves, her prince will have a handsome and angular face, and most importantly, the prince has a strong and powerful little partner! Only such a prince can conquer the heart of the centaur girl. If Jezla said that to Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaoyu would definitely scoff at it, and would also teach the civilized centaur girl, girl, don't think too highly of yourself, in the era of Prince Charming, there are mules and little donkeys everywhere, just find a strong mule.

"Master, you must be wondering why my room doesn't have a small room like a bathroom, washroom, changing room, etc. You've got it. "Centaur girl, walking on the horse, walked to the side of a wall, she stretched out her hand and pressed on the red gem on the wall, and with a brush, rows of lattice rooms spread out, real objects, not illusions.

Zhang Xiaoyu casually opened the door of a lattice room, oh, a small room similar to a wardrobe, which was full of clothes from the centaur girl Jesla's clothes, from the fluttering three-point pants with little fabric to the black cover that only mature big sisters would wear to challenge the vision of a man, there are all here!

Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned, she couldn't think of a serious * centaur girl, she was quite sullen and commotionous. Sensing Zhang Xiaoyu's distraction, the centaur girl trotted over and waved Zhang Xiaoyu away, "...... You see it, Master Zero. ”

"Centaur girl, your lower body is a mare, it looks like you can't wear it......"

"You choose, do I gouge out your eyes, or do you kill yourself."

Peng's voice, the centaur girl closed the door, she didn't know, she closed a door, but the great sage in a certain rain brain made up for Zhang Xiaoyu opened another door. Delusional, my soul! Zhang Xiaoyu was shouting.

Under the leadership of the centaur girl, Zhang Xiaoyu visited other small rooms in Jesla, the food storage room, the armory room, and the painting room (oh, I didn't think that the centaur girl was also an artist, everyone could exchange feelings well, when it was okay, everyone didn't wear clothes, and drew each other's sketches, isn't it very good, Zhang Xiaoyu thought. And so on.

In front of the door of a room, Jesra hesitated, not knowing whether to open the door or not. This is a special room, and the things in it cannot see the light, and seeing the light will surely destroy the eyes and hearts of people, and only a strong-willed centaur like Jezra can see it as nothing.

Without waiting for Jesra to open it, Zhang Xiaoyu volunteered and opened the door.

Seeing the weird set props in the door, Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but play a wit, "Centaur girl, this, this, is this also your interest?"

Zhang Xiaoyu opened the room, and was greeted by the wall, which was covered with chains, shackles, leather tights, black masks that only showed the eyes, horsetail whips, leather whips of different lengths, and rows of sticks of different thicknesses, and the sticks were extremely smooth. On the ground, there is a big bathtub, next to the bathtub, there is a big syringe, and there are many bottles and jars that Zhang Xiaoyu can't name, vaguely, Zhang Xiaoyu recognized one of them, "oily, non-toxic, non-irritating, can flush the intestinal ......"

"No, no. Soul fade master. The centaur girl also panicked, she broke out in a cold sweat, and she didn't dare to look directly at Zhang Xiaoyu's pure and innocent eyes. What an upright and kind human man, in front of him, my heart was pierced by his sunny face! The centaur girl covered her eyes and tilted her head, "I'm so impure, why am I so impure my master, so innocent and kind!" His eyes seem to be able to see through my filthy, dark, rotten centaur heart! Jezra's heart twitched.

Syllable. Zhang Xiaoyu closed the door.

"Centaur girl." Zhang Xiaoyu said.

"What's the matter, bastard master." The centaur girl replied in a panic, not at all like her usual, Jesra on weekdays, extremely calm, everything was under her control.

"When we have time, let's go in and study the ...... together"

“……”

Hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's words, the centaur girl was silent.

Then, Jesra took Zhang Xiaoyu on a tour of her lattice room.

"This is the singing room, and with the door closed, no one outside can hear what the people inside are singing."

"I know, the songs I sing are also tear-jerking, and it is difficult for ordinary people to understand my singing voice, so I don't often show my singing voice in front of people. A good voice, also hide, don't show off in front of people. Zhang Xiaoyu said.

"Master, I can't imagine that we have similarities." The centaur girl nodded in agreement.

The centaur girl then opened a door, and inside the door, on the wall, hung a huge oil painting, which was-

"What's that?!"

What an abstract oil painting, with rough lines, colorful colors, and profound meanings, but Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't guess it. Not only that, but the bottom of the oil painting, crooked, signed, the great master of oil painting, Jesra painted on a certain year, month, and day.

Zhang Xiaoyu said: "Centaur girl, did you draw it?" ”

Jesla, seeing Zhang Xiaoyu's shocked face, thought to herself, oh, my master can understand. I can't help but rejoice: "Yes, master, it is my proud work, he is, that, my favorite object, so perfect him, there is no way to exist in reality, he lives in the dream of every centaur girl, he will be in the dream, holding two cases of hemp beer, he will drink with every centaur girl, he can laugh at every lonely centaur girl, he will take away the loneliness of the centaur girl, he will guide the centaur girl to find the wonderful truth......"

Balabala, Balabala, so, so, so, so-

Jesla, ignoring Zhang Xiaoyu, said to herself.

After she finished speaking, Zhang Xiaoyu pointed to the oil painting and said, "Centaur girl, what are you talking about, isn't what you painted just a little donkey?" Look," Zhang Xiaoyu pointed to a certain part of the oil painting and said: "Here is the head of the little donkey, here is the tail of the little donkey, here is the hooves of the little donkey, here is the feces of the little donkey, what you painted is clearly a picture of a donkey defeshing and defeces!" Zhang Xiaoyu said firmly.

"......" Centaur girl.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu explaining with his eyebrows, Jesra had the urge to tear her master's mouth, milk balls, let's draw Prince Charming dragging two boxes of hemp beer, not a little donkey. What about the eyes, are you blind, how do you tell that he is a little donkey? Jezra twitched in anger.

Following Zhang Xiaoyu's explanation, the centaur girl examined her proud oil painting again, "...... Grass, listening to his comparison, it really looks like a donkey is excreting!! Jezra said to herself with sorrow.

The so-called art is not just a group of critics who can't understand it, and maybe the artists themselves don't understand it. There is no need to be too serious, Zhang Xiaoyu is a walking fruit art master in H County, City B, and he is not a human demon mother can understand. >