The longer the ———— is brewed, the more mellow the wine becomes, and this is true for women and everything.

The knights all gathered around the woman and whistled at her, but it was not much different from a pack of wolves, and they waited for their head wolf to bark on and strip their prey naked, and the woman stood in the middle, as if a little surprised and overwhelmed.

Walking into the hound's encirclement, Parker's eyes lit up when he saw the face of the female gold digger, and he put aside the idea of "this is not another gold digger, right?"

He circled around her slowly, starting with those eyes that hid a different style, and went down inch by inch, as if the real gaze had slashed the restless woman from top to bottom.

The gold digger's outfit is really too suitable for women, he feels that the beast in his chest seems to break free from the prison, it roars hard, if it is not for the werewolf who will attack at some point, and the task of pressing himself, Parker is afraid that he will indulge himself in madness, pounce on the curvaceous body, and bite to his heart's content! He can't even imagine the other party sitting on his body with grace and joy, and the scene of the amorous bloom.

He hurriedly shook his head, calming his violently heaving chest a little.

Parker made a wish in his heart, if he became the Duke of Luolong City, he must order all the tavern girls in the city to wear this kind of tights, no, all women!

After all, serving as an official benefits one party.

Sobering up a little, Parker glanced at the doubt that was thrown aside, he admitted that this woman was rare and superb, but it was not as evil as the legend, after all, he had also seen a lot of big scenes, so he felt that he needed to make sure that the informant was still behind him.

"Is she [Woodland Rose]?" Parker said, locking the beast half out of its cage and pointing to the woman, asking York, "since it's called a rose, shouldn't it be thorny?" ”

York wanted to hide behind a tree first, but after a glance from afar, he knew that the woman was not Nissa, but a gold digger who had only recently operated with Nisa. In that case, it was none of my business, so he stepped forward generously.

It's not a bad thing to satisfy the other party's vanity, and you can also keep your hands bloody, but you can take out the other party's peeping heart for Nissa.

He slowly glanced at the woman again, thinking that it would be the same for her anyway.

"That's right, it's her, life in the woodland is very difficult, and it's not surprising that a person has a slight change. ”

The woman was still far worse than Nissa, and York added inwardly, soothing his wounded heart from lying. He turned away silently, still out of sight of what might happen next.

"I see," Parker nodded, accepting the statement, the myth is a myth because of the distance, and when you get closer, you find that most of it is actually misinformation, and he shouted to the knights around him, "Take it back and wash it first." ”

"That's how women are, that's how things are. ”

York heard the fat man whisper.

The knights were not pleased, and the bold voice shouted again, "Master Parker, why don't you just stay here, just a few minutes each." ”

Immediately, someone chimed in, "My lord, where is your tiger?", "Your lord......"

Parker waved his hand to stop his men's madness, "Do you want to be taken by a werewolf, or will your head be cut off by the Duke?"

The group of people looked at each other, obviously extremely unhappy, and Parker immediately yelled, "Bring the people in, we don't have much time!"

......

After Serapel and Nissa separated, Nissa went backwards, she went forward, searched but found nothing, she wondered if Al had been controlled by the other party.

She hadn't seen El kill the werewolf, and in her heart she still thought of the other party as a serf, at most a slightly strange serf.

So, the more she thought about it, the more Sellapel felt that it should be so, and since Nissa was in charge of the back, and she was in the front, she could only think so.

Al ran, he didn't believe himself and Nissa, he didn't run into the woodland, he wanted to get around the patrol, but how could a two-legged ordinary man run a war horse?

The patrol team has been dispersed, there is a team of seven or eight people in front of her, she can't find it one by one, thinking about it, Serapel can only decide to make contact with the patrol team, so that she may be able to find out the whereabouts of Al, even if it is not in their hands, follow them to search, so that the chance of finding people is relatively high.

When Nissa returned, the two took El and the horses from the scattered patrol and fled from each other.

Although she knew that most of the nobles were extremely lewd, as a knight, her conduct must be better, even if there were a few people, or some of them had brain problems, but it was not enough that the whole patrol team was a demon, and in this woodland, in front of so many people, she thought she was safe.

But the tragedy is that she and Nissa have been together for a long time, and they have greatly underestimated their appearance and charm, Sela Pel has delicate facial features, a soft face, the same thin place, the big place is not small, although a pair of long legs is not as good as Nissa, but it is also rare to see, and the eyes seem to contain a strange style, which is even more intoxicating.

Hesitant and negligent, the sexy gold diggers were surrounded by soldiers, and she was horrified to find that these people were all wild beasts......!

The patrols surrounding him have changed from beasts to demons, and each demon has a desire to tear her apart with bare eyes of each demon!

The moment she was accidentally surrounded by a knight on a horse, she had already lost her chance to jump into the treetops, and she was in serious trouble!

Serrapelle felt a sense of fear in her heart, especially the fat man who seemed to be the captain, and her eyes seemed to be able to touch her body through her clothes, as if she were a substance, and it almost made people want to vomit. She silently held her hands on the hilts of her swords, and if they dared to stretch out their dirty hands, she would use Shaw's sword to cut them off!

But she thought that the posture of vigilance, in the eyes of the hunter, was nothing more than the trembling of the prey before it collapsed.

At the command of the fat knight, the slightly more agitated knight immediately pushed away from his companion, approached the female gold digger, and pulled her to the horse.