Transmigrators Gather Here

"Pooh! Stupid rod

"Well, well, you're from Rhodes, too! Spare yourself and those poor people Standing at the back of the counter, the second boss wiped the bar and said carelessly.

Looking at each other's dark Plush hair, as well as his eyes like black charcoal, he pounded hard at the bar twice.

"Empire people are not good things either. I was cheated by an empire guy who pouted his eyes last month! My salary for half a month

"If you talk nonsense again, don't want the salary of this month and next month!"

The second boss threw the rag in his hand on his face and swore, "you rotten ass rod bastard, hurry to clean up the house for me!"

With that, he left the winery with his usual animal skin backpack and left Mason alone.

"Greetings to your mother, I wish every man who ever gambled with her would lose money!" Then he began to wipe the table.

In the attic on the second floor, Mercer took out the delicacies and wine from the winery and entertained them again.

"If it's delicious, eat more! Oh, look at this hungry one, just like the snow rat who has been hungry for the whole morning

With a doughnut in her arms, dilo nibbles along the corner like a squirrel. The powder falls on her, but she doesn't care.

"In fact, even if you don't come, I also want to find your fraternity, because I need some extra business recently. Do you have any interest, President?"

Mercer breathed in Astrid's direction and winked at her at the same time.

The other party received his sweet greetings and gave him a very bold wink.

"Since it's president Mercer's task, our brotherhood will take it. I just don't know what price president Mercer is willing to pay?"

Astrid took the bottle that Mercer had handed him, took it with his red lips, and motioned to him.

She said to the charming lady in the next room, "I'll see if I can talk to her in a low voice."

Anyway, there is nothing else for dilo to stay here. In her opinion, the task of the Dark Brotherhood is not as important as the food in front of her. By the way, there is her own mother. Thinking of this, she lost her appetite, put down her plate and walked out of the room with a low expression.

Before closing the door, Mercer looked at her back strangely.

"Oh, your little girl is so strange. Is she schizophrenic?"

"Yes, whatever you say! Come on, come to me. I miss you so much

As for Astrid, she is already in a state of confusion. Her black leather armor has been taken off. Now there are only two pieces of small leather armor for protection, but the positions of the two are too conservative.

"Hoo Hoo! You are too anxious! Come, let's go to the warm bed and say it

Mercer dropped Astrid on top, and then jumped on himself.

Astrid, panting, closed her hair with her backhand, and then the scars on her face and palm came out, and the new granulations around her were still pink.

"It must be very painful!"

Mercer sticks out her tongue, but Astrid blocks her. She holds Mercer's hand down and puts it down.

"Oh, it's sticky and slippery. Don't daub it everywhere."

"Well, it's like a slug. Who can guarantee that the cute kids won't crawl around after the rain?"

Astrid put her finger in her mouth. Instead of taking a knife out of her mouth, she narrowed her eyes like maltose.

"You are much better than Ian, my dear!"

Mercer took a deep breath, put his arms around the galloping Mustang, raised his body, bit her two swaying white and red, and said in vague words.

"Well, you taste the same as before, and you don't smell like a werewolf. That's great!"

"Well! Dead man Astrid slapped Mercer on the head, then put his arms around him again. "That guy is so savage, but he's also the second werewolf I've ever seen who can control his behavior. The first one is now serving in the prison of fkreis."

"Werewolf? the second? Tell me, I want to know what it's like to be with a werewolf! "

Mercer's expression is getting worse and worse. Although Astrid doesn't want to discuss it very much, looking at his face with obvious Brandon blood and thinking of Ian's name in his heart, he suddenly has a sense of disobedience. It's really exciting, just like harvesting many people's lives with a knife.

"What do you say? It's just too full and barbaric. It's like a sky horse with short feet. You suddenly ask her to speed up. It's obvious that she is more suitable for long-distance trekking, but you ask her to sprint. In the end, the knight can only give up halfway, and the horse can only be paralyzed with soft feet! ""It's a vivid metaphor. Let's talk about another person! Mercer Frey, I said, "charming Miss Astrid, what do you think of him?"

Astrid stopped for a moment, then turned away, so much so that he almost hurt the man's scabbard.

"Moserferry is a perfect guy. He is a qualified Brighton knight. He can gallop as long as the sky horse can run until his brave knight's gun plunders the next city after city."

"Until you sweat?"

"Yes! Until I'm sweating! "

At this time, both sides have reached the critical moment. If it is true, as they said, both of them are sweating.

"Hoo! Almost. Let's deal with it! My lady assassin Mercer got up and stood in front of Astrid.

He was facing the door of the room. Along the crack of the door, he seemed to see the little girl running outside.

"Your subordinate seems very lively! Is it possible that she can't restrain her passion when she hears the sound of horse's hooves here? "

"Asshole! How dare you look over there at this time Astrid made a vague, unexplained voice.

Mercer suddenly screamed, then bent down. He saw two more rows of teeth marks on his body.

"Damned woman, if I'm born today, you'll be at the foot of a werewolf all your life!"

Astrid combed his hair and licked his lips.

"I'd like to keep the knight's gun of glory, so that I can even take it back to that dark grave, out of sight!"