"Stop!"

A voice came from the doorway, causing Eric's body to freeze as he wanted to move. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Wolff, on the other hand, looked at ease, because he had heard the voice the previous day.

It was the regimental commander Iyeta.

Eric shifted his gaze to the familiar figure. He knew that the regimental commander was about to leave at the behest of Worf. When it comes to a guest who can casually take out a thousand Oren, a miser like Iyeta will be obedient. At most, make a fortune after the fact. And, if she was there, Eric wouldn't dare use an over-the-shoulder throw or something like that to knock Wolf down.

It's a pity that he didn't see the comfort in the eyes of the head of the group.

"It turned out that the head of the regiment was here, but it was really unfortunate that you disturbed my good deeds. You're the smartest woman I've ever met, and I'm sure you know what to do now. Wolf spoke, believing that Ieta would leave the tent to accomplish his good deeds.

Unexpectedly, in the face of Worf's words, the head of the group looked serious: "I think you are mistaken, Mr. Worf. You didn't hear what our little actor was saying. I just heard her asking you out. ”

Not only Worf, but Eric wondered if something was wrong with his ears. Could it be that Iyeta can't get along with money today?

Wolf still didn't let go of the salty pig hand: "Captain, I have the money, don't worry, yours is indispensable." He put his other hand into his bosom and took out a large handful of bills and threw them in the direction of Iyeta. He had long heard that the regimental commander was addicted to money, and such a large amount of money should be enough to send her away.

But Eric noticed that Iyeta was still standing motionless in the face of the seductive cuties lying flat on the ground. In his imagination, the head of the regiment should have already fallen on the ground and started to collect money with his arms. Only to hear Iyeta continue: "Mr. Wolf, you have your own rules in Luketown. But in our Red Oriole Circus, we also have the rules of the Red Oriole Circus. No one can touch a single hair of my girls unless they want to!"

Eric suddenly felt that he didn't recognize Iyeta in front of him.

Wolf, though surprised by Iyeta's reaction, still felt the need to ignore her. His facial features were distorted, and he roared without looking back: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm the master in Luketown! If you dare to obstruct me, I want you to look good!"

Alas, the rich man Zhang is really used to being arrogant. Eric sighed inwardly and prepared to strike. This time he was not going to use a gun, but decided to directly punch him with his fists all over the ground.

Touch!

There was a muffled sound.

Eric was stunned. He only felt his hand loosen, and the fat man who was still clasping his wrist just now shook his head, and then slowly fell to the ground against his body, unconscious. Looking up, he saw Iyeta holding a beautiful vase from nowhere.

Speechless for a while.

Eric was speechless in surprise. He couldn't imagine that the head of the regiment had actually hit the money bag.

I reminded him. Iyeta shrugged and said helplessly, "Are you alright?"

Eric tried to spot something on Iyeta's face, but all he saw was a sincere smile. It seems that the head of the regiment still cares more about his members than money. Eric was suddenly moved inexplicably. I believe that when he tells Jasmine about this, Jasmine will also have a lot of changes about Iyeta. "Fortunately, the regimental commander arrived in time, I'm fine, thank you for saving me. He replied to Iyeta in a delicate, trembling female voice.

As if sensing the girl's fear after the escape, Ieta stepped forward and stroked Ellie's head to comfort her. "Don't be afraid, child, I've got me. It's all right. ”

Eric's scalp tingled, and he suddenly had the illusion that he was being molested by the captain. It doesn't seem to be any different from being molested by Wolf. He hurriedly spoke, interrupting Iyeta's movements, "But what is to be done with this Mr. Wolf after that?" he said, pointing to the fat man on the ground.

"You can rest assured that our Red Oriole Circus is not the master of bullying. Iyeta told Elle not to worry, "Speaking of which, I was here to discuss with you about a tip. However, I saved you just now, and this life-saving money will be deducted from the tip given to you accordingly. Iyeta smiled slyly.

Eric's eyes darkened when he looked at the strange smile, and immediately decided to retract the preface.

Sure enough, Iyeta is Iyeta after all.

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In the tent in the center, the circus is back in play.

The animal trainer Truuk dances around the steppe lion on the stage. The fluttering black cloak half-hid her healthy wheat-colored skin, and her bare belly writhed to the music, without a trace of fat on it. Such a dress gesture made her exude charm into the air with a gesture.

The male audience in the audience was full of blood. This is the easiest thing for animal trainers to do.

The corners of Truuk's mouth were raised, and he slowly approached the lion "chicken" with graceful steps. She half-crouched down and put her arms around the neck of the "chicken" while stroking the lion's cheek with her hand. The chicken seemed to have received some kind of signal, and under the watchful eyes of the audience, its jaw opened and its mouth opened to the maximum.

Everyone was still confused, not knowing what she wanted to do.

Truuk waved warmly to everyone. In the next second, she stuck her head in the chicken's mouth.

In an instant, the screams of the audience rang out in their ears. They were afraid that the gaping mouth would close in an instant and bite off the trainer's neck. Of course, there were also some bad guests who shouted, "Bite her, bite her!" and their eyes widened as they longed to see something unusual. If Eric had been in the background, he would have greeted these rotten people in his heart. But judging from the numb expressions of the girls backstage, these scenes were not the first time they had seen them.

They're used to it.

It turned out that such a performance was going to be performed today, and it is no wonder that today's Churuk tied his hair up. Contrary to the expectations of rotten people, chicken certainly does not bite its owner. Truuk's head rested in the chicken's mouth for a moment, and then was taken out intact. She didn't care about the audience's reaction.

There are more applause than disappointments. That's enough.

"Is there any guest who wants to come up and experience this thrill?" Truuk invited the audience. The sound spread through the tent, and there was silence everywhere it went. People kept their mouths shut. Just kidding, who would be kidding with their own lives, seeing the lion's fangs and bloody mouths? That would only make everyone turn away.

In the silence, a guest appeared and shouted, "Bastard, do you want to kill someone?"

Churuk waved his hand in denial: "I promise there is no lack of security in doing so." What is lacking is only your courage. Gentlemen, don't miss your chance to show off your charm to your female companions!"

The guest was speechless with shame. The tamer's words are clear, and if he refutes them at this time, it can only be interpreted as an excuse for his cowardice.

"I'm coming!" a male guest in the front row raised his hand.

"Welcome, welcome, the first hero of the night has been born, please encourage him!" Truuk stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and took the guest by the hand, leading him to the stage.

Jasmine, who was backstage, pulled the curtain tightly with her hands, revealing a nervous look. Because it was none other than her dear Baron Lyle.

The girl's heart is as sweet as honey.

"You must have come to power for me. ＂