Behind the suspension bridge, less than 100 meters away, under the clear blue sky, an endless sea of trees came into view. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After seven days of high-intensity travel, everyone was a little tired, and the team leader decided to set up camp at the edge of the forest to recuperate.

More than 200 people and dozens of trucks far exceeded the villagers who fled in Yinyi Town.

The men in the caravan were very skillful, and soon they set up clusters of bonfires and tents, and formed a circle, while Rodin and the noble women in the caravan were surrounded in the center, under layers of protection.

At the beginning, he suffered a lot in the forest outside Yinyi Town, fog demons, water ghosts, and wolves, and he still remembers it vividly.

However, the large army is still on the edge of the forest, and it should not be so bizarre and bad.

"After eating dry food for seven or eight days, a bird is about to fade out of my mouth. Come with me to hunt some fresh game in the forest and open meat!"

Under the call of the team leader, the hunting team of more than 20 people was quickly assembled, and Claire, Casillas and other members of the Wind Brigade all joined the queue.

Rodin noticed that the weapons carried by the team members around their waists were not standard swords, but rather curved and moire-covered scimitars in leather goods, similar to Damascus knives.

Armed with longbows and hunting knives, they quickly poured into the shadowy forest.

The leaves of the towering ancient trees in the forest have basically fallen, and the tall and straight gray-brown thick trunks are bare and densely arranged, giving people a strange sense of tranquility and gloom.

The ground was littered with broken leaves, dead branches, and all kinds of plant roots and fragments. When you step on it, it squeaks and squeaks.

"Alas, it's a pity that my body hasn't recovered yet, and my hands and feet are not very sharp, otherwise I would have gone with them. “

Rodin sat a little bored by the campfire, and Cynthia sat next to him with little Ryan in her arms, pursing her red lips and looking around a little nervously, as if she was not very comfortable with her surroundings, and it was still some time before dusk.

"Brother Rodin, will you tell me another story?"

I don't know when, Kikige stuck to him. The baby's fat white face was full of antiquity and eagerness.

He stroked Xiao Guliang's pigtails: "Okay, okay, just as you wish." ”

Cynthia, who was beside her, couldn't help but smile and quietly pricked up her ears.

A few days ago, in addition to teaching, Rodin told the little girl fairy tales and fables on a whim, such as the little mushroom that sells flowers, the ugly duckling, and the emperor's new clothes, which he only slightly modified to fit the background of the royal grace world.

Who knew that Qiqige was instantly attracted, out of control, coquettish in various ways, and pestered him every day to talk about it.

At that time, he realized that there were no literary works such as fairy tales and fables in the world of Yuen, and some were just some mountain spirits, ghosts, absurd and terrifying folk tales and legends.

The children of this world are quite poor in spiritual world, and they do not enjoy the treatment of listening to a story before going to bed.

Rodin felt that he could create a new genre of literature and breathe fresh life into the world of royal grace.

He temporarily served as Kikige's spiritual mentor.

"Let me think about it. “

"Be harmonious, fraternal, well, thought-provoking. ”

He looked around pretendly.

"Yes, I'm going to tell you a story about Snow White today!"

"In a distant land there lived a king and queen, and they longed to have a child, so they prayed earnestly to the heavens—"

Rodin's mellow voice, like a hot spring, made the listeners involuntarily indulge in the fantasy world of his mouth.

As the sky darkened, the bonfire was lit, and gradually the ladies in the carriage came to him one by one, and began to listen intently.

Isabella also appeared not far away, her thoughts fluttering and her beautiful eyes blurred.

"This person is really getting more and more incomprehensible to me, where did I find so many strange stories?

No matter how old a girl is, there is a dream of a princess and a prince.

I don't know how long it took, but the people who went out hunting came in groups of three or five, carrying wild boars, rabbits and other trophies, giggling and laughing, waking up a bunch of drunk women.

They woke up from a dream with a look of displeasure on their faces, as if they were very unhappy with the interruption of their fantasies.

Rodin looked at the sky, and after talking for a long time, he felt a little dry, so he said: "Okay, that's pretty much the end of today's talk, so let's do it first." “

"No, Brother Rodin will talk about it again!" Kikige hugged his waist and rubbed his chest like a cat, and made a coquettish killing.

Cynthia didn't speak, just looked at him with a little pleading.

"yes, it's been a while until dinner. “

"Rodin, just talk about it again. “

A crisp and sweet sound like a yellow bird sounded, and then a fragrant breeze blew in her face, and the veiled Isabella actually joined the crusade army, and her watery eyes looked at Rodin, with a little pleading and complaining.

In desperation, he had to continue to talk for more than half an hour.

It wasn't until the caravan men put the game on the central bonfire that he said with relief, "Well, I'm so dry-mouthed, that's all for today." Let's all disperse", the audience regretfully dispersed.

On the grill, the suckling pig that was **** yellow and amber by the fire tongue was slowly tumbling under the manipulation of the guy, and a hair brush kept brushing the sweet spice coated with honey on its body.

The flames made the wood fires explode, and soon after, a rich and fragrant smell spread, which made people can't help but speak.

Cynthia squinted and wrinkled her nose looked intoxicated, and Kikige stared at the grill like a gluttonous cat.

The night was closed, the moon was high, the cool breeze was rising, and a long, dense howl of beasts came from the forest.

He covered Cynthia's clothes, turned to look around, and through the gap between the carriages in a circle, he saw dozens of campfires swaying in the camp, and the people living on the outskirts of the camp were also busy.

In addition to barbecued game, there is also a pot of fresh mushrooms and wild vegetables freshly picked from the forest.

"It's not a short time before dinner, let's do something!"

Not far away, a veiled fair girl proposed.

"Okay, Sayana, why don't you dance for us?"

The older woman on the side said jokingly.

The girl named Sayana rolled her eyes and said slyly, "Who is afraid of whom! But I can't jump alone, everyone comes together, and you are no exception." “

With that, she glanced around with a smile.

This group of warblers and swallows, who usually seem a little cold, suddenly let go of their reserve and quietness, and became a little crazy.

"Sitting in the carriage all day, my body and bones are almost rusty, just dancing to refresh my muscles. ”

As he spoke, five or six noblewomen stood up with confidence and excitement in the distance.

They were both in their twenties and thirties, married wives, but unfortunately their husbands died in the battle to defend their homes and became widows.

One by one, they were dressed in a hazy yellow veil, with ******** figures, and under the light of the orange bonfire, their bodies shimmered, and their snow-white skin loomed. The close-fitting underwear is well-defined, and there is a kind of hazy temptation.

I don't know what this yellow yarn is made of, although it is a thin layer, it is extremely lightweight, but the warmth effect is better than that of a thick cotton jacket.

Five or six slender women joined the group, facing the campfire with their backs to the crowd.

The bulging buttocks and the weak and boneless waist like a water snake form a stunning arc, and they swing lightly, like a charming enchantress, with rich muscles and weak bones like rippling water.

The guy roasting the suckling pig on the side quickly lowered his head and looked away, like avoiding a snake and scorpion, as if he was afraid of something.

Rodin looked out through the gap in the carriage, and none of the men on the periphery dared to sneak a look, and all of them subconsciously turned their bodies and turned their backs to the center, avoiding the posture of the noblewoman.

He couldn't help but wonder, what was the reason why this group of old men were so afraid of such a beautiful scenery?

Before he could think deeper, a group of women danced under the campfire.

They leaped into the air, like flying immortals, and like elks running to the moon.

Suddenly, he turned around and faced the crowd.

In the tactful shape of the body, the slender hand covered the pretty face, and slowly and flexibly twisted the slender shoulder and jade neck.

When the hands were uncovered, I saw that the red lips were half-hidden, the eyes were smiling, and the expression was moving and full of tension.

Suddenly, the jade arms were raised lightly, and the white and flawless thighs danced around the bonfire.

Quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit.

Sometimes he walks on tiptoe and wraps around his shoulders, and sometimes he stands on his waist and shakes his neck in a small and docile way.

The heavenly demons dance, graceful and gratuitous.

In a trance, he saw the shadows of the grasslands and deserts.

He has never observed the beauty dance so closely, he unconsciously indulged in it, a pair of jade arms, plump buttocks, and beautiful legs made him dazzled and his heart swayed.

I don't know how long it took, the light and shadow in the field changed, the women held hands and kicked around the campfire, Cynthia next to him was also pulled in, and little Ryan was stuffed into his arms.

"Alas, how many opportunities have I missed to kiss Fang Ze!?"

Of course, this was just a joke, he knew that there must be something strange about this group of women, otherwise the guys in the caravan would not be afraid of tigers, and they would not even dare to sneak a glance.

The women were laughing heartily, and little Lolita Kigige soon joined in, giggling like a lark.

In the end, outside the dance circle, only him and Isabella remained, and the woman looked enviously and longingly at the center, but she looked very restrained.

He didn't ask, he had his own secrets.

After the dance, the women sweated profusely and saluted the only two spectators, Rodin and Isabella, and returned to their ladylike temperament.

At the same time, the suckling pig is also roasted, full of amber, with a strong aroma, which makes people can't help but move their index fingers.

And the little guy who was roasting meat by the campfire was sweating profusely, looking more tired than fighting to the death,

"The meat is already roasted, please slow down. ”

He bent over and stretched out his hand, made a gesture of please, and quickly pulled away.

"Wow, it looks delicious!"

Kikig couldn't wait to rush over, but was clung to by Toya.

"Stay good, mom will give you a share. ”

With that, Toya used a silver knife to divide a dozen portions of roasted meat and put them on a silver platter.

It is worthy of a caravan with deep financial resources, and the utensils used for eating are so luxurious.

"Send it to your teacher Rodin first, he has worked hard to teach you during this time. ”

Little Lori obediently complied.

Rodin took the roast, only to find that the amount of meat on his plate was several times that of the others.

"That's thoughtful. "Because of the awakening of the power of the bloodline, he eats more than three times as much as the average person.

"Let's try the mushroom soup, it's fresh!" Cynthia also brought him a bowl of rich mushroom soup.

It is in the sky when the moon is bright, there is meat, soup, and jade beauties and confidants.

Life is like this, what more can a husband ask for.