Hannibal thought that people would have killed him if they wanted to, and besides, he was poor and white, what did he want, he would take it at most to burst the chrysanthemum、、、、 and so on, Hannibal, who was going to go out, suddenly stopped, can't it be an old glass、、、、、、、、

It is very likely that in Viking, it is said that the prince of Wuzhuo Umbrella, who is in charge of the Three Banners of the Northwest, likes little boys、、、、、、、、、、、、、

In the end, Hannibal walked out, but after going out, he held a dagger in his left hand, stared at the other party vigilantly, and covered his asshole (anus) with his right hand.

Hannibal's heart fluttered: "What do you want to do??"

The black robe took off his hood, he was a very temperamental old man, this was the first definition Hannibal gave to the other party, silver-white shawl hair, I don't know if it was the original hair color, or because of old age, thick beard, also silvery-white, although there were wrinkles on his face, but the strange thing was that these wrinkles seemed to be the decoration of his handsome face, not a symbol of old age, looking at Hannibal with a gentle smile.

Hannibal's heart: Look at his expression, you know that you have begun to covet my beauty???!

The old man in the black robe actually thought of a Viking bow and cover his chest to Hannibal.

This time Hannibal was much less hostile.

"Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Marcus, I was born in the Gallic Empire, but I like to wander, so I have no nationality and no place to live for a long time!

The black-robed old man continued with a shallow smile.

"Barbarian, you almost ruined my real yàn!"

Speaking of this, a hint of displeasure began to appear on Marcus's face.

Hannibal frowned: "What is it?"

Marcus said with a stern face: "The proposition of my experiment is about the postpartum care of sows, the position and the probability of pregnancy when having sex with humans!"

Hannibal: "、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、"

(I couldn't look at it before, Zhao Benshan's sketch, but I watched it once, and I found it funny, everyone remembers that I married a village chief named Zhao Dabao!)

Marcus pointed to the ground where Hannibal was stepping: "I have made a magic circle called the "Strange Lewd Acacia Array" here, and now all creatures standing within the range of this magic circle will have sexual urges!"

He straightened his collar: "I'm a biologist or a necromancer!"

Hannibal only realized at this time, no wonder he would ** when he saw the sow mating just now?

As he spoke, Marcus was wearing a black robe, and a "small umbrella" was propped up at the crotch of his pants. Straight for Hannibal.

Hannibal jumped a big step back in an instant, and said: "Ho、、、、、 is not small!"

Marcus blushed: "Looks like I'm 、、、、、、 I'm affected too!"

Hannibal frowned: "What is it?"

Marcus said with a stern face: "The proposition of my experiment is about the postpartum care of sows, the position and the probability of pregnancy when having sex with humans!"

Hannibal: "、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、"

(I couldn't look at it before, Zhao Benshan's sketch, but I watched it once, and I found it funny, everyone remembers that I married a village chief named Zhao Dabao!)

Marcus pointed to the ground where Hannibal was stepping: "I have made a magic circle called the "Strange Lewd Acacia Array" here, and now all creatures standing within the range of this magic circle will have sexual urges!"

He straightened his collar: "I'm a biologist or a necromancer!"

Hannibal only realized at this time, no wonder he would ** when he saw the sow mating just now?

As he spoke, Marcus was wearing a black robe, and a "small umbrella" was propped up at the crotch of his pants. Straight for Hannibal.

Hannibal jumped a big step back in an instant, and said: "Ho、、、、、 is not small!"

Marcus blushed: "Looks like I'm 、、、、、、 I'm affected too!"

"I want to borrow something from you!"

Hannibal looked scoundrel and said, "I don't want money!

"But you can tell me about it!

Marcus blushed again: "Sperm! I'm a biologist, so I've always been very curious about you barbarians in the wasteland, who are obviously very strong but can't cultivate fighting qi and have a lot of elemental talent but can never become a magician!

Marcus crackled and talked a lot, and then saw Hannibal blink and look at himself innocently and said, "What about sperm?"

Marcus stumbled again, holding on to a date tree on the side before he stood firm.

I overestimate the technological and cultural level of these barbarians, they don't even have their own writing, how can they know what sperm is!

Marcus continued to follow the temptation: "At your age, have you ever woken up in the middle of the night after a spring dream and found a sticky liquid on your underwear, which is sperm!"

Hannibal waved his hand impatiently: "Master never wears underwear!"

Marcus gritted his teeth: "、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、"

Hannibal: "Tell me what you want!"

Marcus stomped his feet in place, not knowing how to explain to Hannibal, and kept scratching his head, about to go crazy.

Finally, he pointed hard at Hannibal's crotch: "I want this!"

Hannibal immediately jumped back again, and only in mid-air did he remember to hold the gear with all his might, and when he landed, he raised his neck and roared: "、、、、、、、、How can this be given to ?????people!

Marcus slammed the jujube tree with his right hand, and he was dying in a hurry, and he didn't know how to explain to Hannibal: "Shit!"

Hannibal: Oh yes, this old guy is an old glass! Bah, it's disgusting, he wants my "little bird"!

In the end, after chatting with Hannibal for five minutes, Marcus found that Hannibal had an IQ and understanding that did not match his rough and silly appearance, and the young barbarian actually understood what he was saying, and actually began to ask, such as why "**" is made of protein, why it takes ten months for humans to give birth, while mice only need three weeks, why does a woman have two and children, why did she react when she was 8 years old when she took a bath with her sister Lydia, why** It tastes sweet,、、、、、、、、、、、 etc., this rude and ignorant barbarian still has such a strong desire for knowledge and curiosity, which can't help but make Marcus, a biologist, have a stronger interest in the barbarian, a strange species on the continent. Eventually, after Marcus and Hannibal drank a glass of low-quality wheat wine stolen from the kitchen, Hannibal burped and agreed to Marcus' request.

Marcus is a particular person and never takes advantage of others for nothing. A large bag of gold coins was conjured out of his bosom and thrown to Hannibal: "This is a labor fee!"

Hannibal took the big bag of gold coins in his hand and tossed it around casually, and then threw it back to Marcus: "I have this, just find a place I have looted and dig a pile nearby, you can give me some practical things!"

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands and said greedily, "Are there any weapons or armor? Preferably high-quality weapons with multiple layers of forging!"

"I'm like a rat crossing the street now, saving my life is the most important thing!"

Marcus was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "So you and I are in a similar situation!!"

Hannibal looked Marcus up and down: "How is it possible? You look like a pampered master, look at the veins on your arms, Da Danyu has taught me, you must be a nobleman!"

Marcus smiled. This young barbarian is still too simple, too simple in thinking, and not familiar with some common sense on the mainland.

Marcus sighed: "My situation is not as good as yours, you can at least be safe when you return to your homeland, and the people in my hometown are eager to kill me in exchange for a bounty! In the west, my identity as a necromancer is forever and forever associated with some words such as spitting, curse, filth! In the entire western continent, I have no place to stand, just like you, I sleep during the day and come out at night to do real things! I was hunted down for the last time, and I hid in a cave for 10 months!"

After Marcus finished speaking, he pulled out a long sword from his arms, glowing with a dark red light, the light was not very strong but very dignified and thick, the style of the long sword was very simple, not decorated with any diamonds or other inlays, the hilt of the sword was made of some kind of animal bone, and the overall feeling was strange and dangerous.

Marcus took the long sword, stroked it for a while, and then threw it to Hannibal: "Take it! This is a famous sword of great artistic value -- "Gentleman of Ambition"!"

Hannibal has a cat waist, his right hand catches the hilt of the sword in mid-air, holds it in his hand, looks at it carefully, the more he looks at it, the more he likes it, and he laughs out loud, although Hannibal is a dirt bun, but he can see that this sword without any diamond jewelry is actually very valuable, to be exact, quite valuable, and the name - "Ambitious Gentleman"!

Marcus: "This sword doesn't have any magic effects, and it's both sharp and hard, and its only domineering thing is that it can steal a small amount of life force from the wielder!"

Marcus looked at Hannibal's puzzled expression, and continued to explain: "You hold this sword, after killing about 70 healthy humans, the wounds on your body will automatically heal, vitality????!

Marcus looked at Hannibal with disdain: this fool is curious and understanding when it comes to "sex"、、、、、、、、

Hannibal smiled and carefully pinned his sword to his waist: "Tell me, how do you take my sperm ?????????"

Marcus, with the look of a weasel stealing a chicken, beckoned Hannibal to come closer.

Hannibal walked over with a wary face, and Marcus took out three colorful portraits from his pocket again, on which were three women with hot figures, each of them was ** water snake waist, and their appearance was also extremely gorgeous, a pointy-eared elf, a human female, and the remaining one, the arrow tail sticking out from the buttocks position, turned out to be an abyssal banshee.

Marcus carefully placed three delicately carved images into Hannibal's hand, and then took out a glass bottle about the thickness of a thumb from his bosom and handed it to Hannibal: "How to do it!

Hannibal looked at what he was holding and looked up: "Is there any lube???"