"I don't care, take this thing away!" The black-haired man wrapped in bandage cloth shouted angrily, if it weren't for the stick that was used as a crutch in his hand, he would have liked to go into battle himself, "There's something wrong, it's a big night, I see this when I open my eyes, I want to live a few more years!"

Amilia, the drow maid, stood beside the dark-haired man, her head bowed, the fingers of her hands intertwined, her index finger and thumb changing angles from time to time.

She looked embarrassed, and there was some confusion in her tone: "You are a divine envoy, this belongs to the things that the goddess loves, and you must not take it away." ”

"What bullshit!" The black-haired man remembered what had just come to his senses, he took the chair from the side and placed it far away near the door, he adjusted his sitting position, it looked like he was facing a spider with his side, and he then ordered, "If you can't be the master, then call Rachel over, or else, Cersylis can too!"

Drow's maid fled the room, and the black-haired man couldn't help but laugh at himself as she slipped away.

In the footsteps that gradually faded away, the man's black eyes began to secretly roll in his sockets, perhaps dimness has become the style of the Drow world.

Since the last spider incident in the room, Zhuge has not had a chance to take a good look at the surroundings, but what he didn't expect was that he would actually live in this place for a long time to come.

The surrounding stone walls were airtight, and the only source of light came from the torches on the walls, and when the people left, the black-haired man could even hear the sound of the torches burning. The angle of the torches in the room is very reasonable, and the surrounding light source is not dazzling, but it can gently fade the shadows created by the movement of people in the room, which gives the dark-haired man a mysterious impression.

Due to the tragic memories of the black-haired man's body brought by the battle in the arena, he had to suppress the idea of searching everywhere during this time, and tried to restrain his curiosity. I could only hold a pitiful stick, helplessly waiting for my injuries to recover in this small and gloomy environment.

Cranky thoughts can only divert his attention for a short time, and the creature from the multiarthropod class is now quietly climbing on the edge of the bed where the black-haired man can lie comfortably.

The tragic thing of "having a bed but not being able to sleep" seems to remind the black-haired man of his time working overtime.

Zhuge sighed and muttered, "It's not been a long time, but I always feel like a lot of things have happened." ”

He thought for a moment, got up from his chair, and walked slowly to the bed, his steps gradually changing from hesitation to determination. In Zhuge 's consciousness, the words that the High Priest of Drow once said—the spider is a cute fellow.

Impression is not an innate product, but something that is constantly formed and strengthened in the acquired experience, once the consciousness has a deep self-awareness of a thing, then it is an extremely difficult thing to change in the rest of life.

The black-haired man stood at the head of the bed with some confusion, he looked at the huge figure of the statue-like spider, and stretched out his hand, but retracted it when he was about to touch it.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, as if he didn't want to disturb the other, and sat down gently towards the edge of the bed, and removed the stick in his hand and leaned against the stone wall next to the head of the bed.

Then, the black-haired man's legs bent, and he slowly turned his body to the bed without touching the sharp lower limbs around him, and shifted himself to a comfortable position on the soft futon. Zhuge leaned on the pillow that had been prepared, and there was an ambiguous sweet fragrance from the back of his head, which made his body a little touched, but he didn't pay special attention to this place, but firmly supported his eyelids that were about to fall, and stared straight at the hideous head that was spitting scarlet snake letter not far in front of him.

"Looks like you're really good-looking. For a long time, the black-haired man who was gently wrapped in it said softly, but he didn't know whether he was talking to the spider or emphasizing it to himself.

Sleepiness crept into his consciousness, and took it upon himself to open the door that protected his mind, and then, it walked in, and let its breath permeate Zhuge 's brain, following the veins of the nerves to bring the news of leaving work for the various tissues and organs of the body.

Immersed in the darkness of consciousness, I don't know how long it passed, and a slight "squeak" sound sneaked into the black-haired man's ears, but he just rolled over and changed from lying on his side to facing up, muttering a dialect from somewhere.

An even stronger scent entered his nose, and the black-haired man slammed his lips, the corners of his mouth curled upward, as if he realized something good, and smiled softly, but only expression, no laughter.

Immediately afterwards, the black-haired man in the dream suddenly felt a little hot, and in a trance, as if in a dream, someone slightly lifted the futon wrapped around his body and emitted the heat in it. But the heat flow seemed to be conscious, not only did it not emit out, but it quickly drilled into the inside of the futon.

"Don't be like that. In a daze, the black-haired man looked at the beauty in his dream, he muttered no, his tone was light, and his small voice was unrecognizable if he didn't listen carefully, but his body was very honest and pulled the other party into his arms. wanted to refuse to welcome back, and the beauty was forcibly pulled into his arms by surprise.

Maybe it's because he's experienced too many things these days, and he has already accumulated all kinds of emotions in the depths of Zhuge 's heart, when the beauty of Chao Si's dream still appeared in front of him, he couldn't suppress his desire, and suddenly turned over and pressed the other party under him.

But the other party doesn't seem to want to be easily subdued by the black-haired man. With smooth, fresh skin and a silky milky finish, she dodged the opponent's attacks. At the same time, the long legs are gently stretched to the outside, and the calves are twisted slightly, and there is an extra sheet in the hand.

The man naturally wouldn't let go of the delicacy in his mouth, and he pressed the outside of the quilt hard to stop the beauty from trying to protect herself.

But the beauty in front of her chuckled, and looked directly at the man's gaze with a provocative expression, like glue, lingering. The man roared, he didn't believe that the shallow protection in front of him could hinder his offensive plans!

Dignified appearance, sense of temptation.