When he was in a hurry, the head of the White Bull Regiment seemed to hear his heart, or he couldn't control the impulse in his body, and his movements suddenly became bigger, and the sheets were also half lifted as a result, only covering their upper bodies, and the peepers' eyes were split!

How beautiful is that?

He had not met Woodland Rose herself, but it was said that her voice was enchanting, her body was enchanting, her appearance was even more enchanting, she was a mixture of angels and demons, the work of the gods with the most painstaking effort.

Mortals who have never seen it can't imagine it, but the white and flawless, slender and round thighs in front of him, and the gorgeous picture under the thin waist have exceeded his previous expectations, and the only thing he can do now is to make up the above picture in his mind according to those legends.

Depending on the content of their conversation, their soft voices, and what they see......

He firmly believed that this must be that woman, but the hateful thing was that she was actually caught by the white bull!

......

“...... No, no, huh...... Hmmm......"

......

The cattle were working hard, and all that was left in the air was the cries of humiliation and enjoyment from the fields, which seemed to make her sob and weep silently.

But Palmer knows that this is not crying, anyone whose lungs are squeezed and whose body is shaken violently, I'm afraid they can't finish a sentence, right?

The slight screams continued, but Palmer could tell that she was pretending, and that she wouldn't be pretending for long, and that the voice would soon turn sour, and he grinned, and it was really exciting to witness the transformation of the legendary cold woodland rose.

The bright orange light shone on the delicate and smooth skin, and reflected into Palmer's heart, in the eyes of the peeper, she was the light source, and the light source was rhythmically moving, directly stirring his heart. The rhythm becomes more cheerful and gradually crazy, and the peep fantasizes himself as the male protagonist, and his breathing has unconsciously adjusted to the same frequency as the male protagonist.

In the middle of the boom, the theater manager came to clear the scene.

Shit!

He heard the voice of the person who led the way, the other party's business had been done, and he was about to go back and continue to lead the way for him, the peeping man.

It turned out that the person who led the way was to go around to the main gate of the courtyard wall, but he happened to come to the same place with the others, otherwise he was afraid that he would be too addicted and ruin a big thing.

Although his eyes were reluctant to take on the life-threatening scenery, but now he had to go, otherwise he would never have the opportunity to see this beautiful picture again, maybe he would be able to be the leading actor one day, he persuaded himself with this.

Although the odds are frighteningly small.

With a sigh, he took one last hard look at the mysterious cave that was still forced to swallow and vomit, and then retreated to the courtyard wall and climbed out with difficulty.

With the contents of his memory, he took a shortcut back to his place, and before the leader saw him, he had calmed his breath, but his unsettled mood made him look bored for a long time, and if it was daytime, his brother would betray him, but fortunately, the moon was dark, and no one would notice this strange thing at all.

Palmer made up his mind, completed the things explained by the cat's paw, and left the White Bull station, which made him firmly believe in the speculation in his heart, and also improved the argument from the side.

He returned to the cat's paw station, gave a detailed report to the captain, of course, he skipped the good scene, some questions and answers, and then took his leave, sneaked out of the station, and after making sure that no one saw him, he went all the way north to his master's place.

......

"Do you see a woman's face?"

"I ...... Look—"

"Honestly!"

"I can't see the face very clearly," the informant finally decided to reply, after all, he himself was convinced that the woman was the Woodland Rose, "but apart from this, by all accounts, there must be no doubt that she is, after all, such a figure ......"

He involuntarily added some of his own subjective judgments, and made up those invisible images in his mind, about which perhaps even he himself was not aware of.

The master turned around and rubbed his chin with his elbows, the bulge on his back was so conspicuous. The informant hurriedly looked away, he thought of the guy who had paved the way for himself with his life, and if he was interested in becoming a victim, there was no more concise and effective way than to stare at the hunchback of his master.

After a moment, the master turned around and showed a smile that flattered him, "I am very pleased that the news you brought is timely, and you will be rewarded unexpectedly." ”

"No...... I don't dare to ask for any reward, it's my honor to serve you, and it's the greatest blessing to continue to serve you!" The informant lowered his head very low, and his heart was already happy, if this thing is done, tonight's reward is just a small head, maybe on that day, he can really be the leading actor.

The master was noncommittal about his words, but a chuckle showed that he was satisfied with the answer.

What an honor it was for the henchmen who were guarding outside to be called in, and the master gave instructions in front of the informant, and although it was whispered, it still lifted his heart.

It seemed that he couldn't control his strength, the whispering gradually became louder, and some of the secret words passed into the ears of the informant, just like the male protagonist of Fang Cai, he couldn't control his strength, and lifted half of the sheet, allowing him to peek into the sky.

The informant heard a little bit of heavenly opportunity, and the master didn't seem to shy away from him, or was he too excited like the white bull?

“...... Prepare as soon as possible, and be careful not to let Grizzly and Aomine know......"

It was the only passage that Palmer could hear clearly.

After a while, the cronies nodded their heads to show that they understood, and went out, and only the two of them were left in the room, and the master gave him a few words of encouragement and praise, and he was extremely modest.

"You go back tomorrow, the resting place has been prepared for you," the master patted the informant on the shoulder, patting him all over his body, his heart pounding, guessing what would be in the room, "I will send someone to inform you tomorrow, until then, you can stay in peace, and then go back and make a show, and you can leave the cat's paw." ”

"Yes......" The informant was so excited that he couldn't speak very clearly, according to the agreement, he will be the deputy head of the regiment after he comes back, and being the deputy head next to this adult is even more promising than in the grizzly bear, "Thank you, thank you!"

"Go ahead!"

......

Palmer was taken to the place prepared for him, pushed the door open, and was driven to the point of madness by his master's reward.

What does he need most at this time?

First of all, he is a mercenary, and mercenaries need money, if not for money, but for stimulation? It is undeniable that there are such people in the world, but Palmer's mentality is normal, and he is by no means one of them.

Second, he is a man, he needs nephrite warm fragrance, especially in this situation, a one-day war, and he has been stimulated by that strong stimulus, although he still spent the night in the flame rose last night, but it seems to be a thousand years ago in retrospect.

The owner was worthy of the master, and understood Palmer's mood at this time, and the orange and yellow light of the oil lamp illuminated the room, but there was not much else in his eyes, only the intimate gift specially prepared for him.

There was a stack of gold coins on the table, that height should be 10, it was not a small amount, he quickly walked over, but the target was not the gold coin, nor the small bottle of liquid next to the gold coin, he knew very well what it was, his target was the mercenary who was gagged, her hands tied behind her back in the chair, and she kept struggling.