You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

Sean rolled down the window: "If there's nothing else, shall we leave?"

To be honest, surrounded by a bunch of tent racks and weapons, the riding experience was very poor. There was not much space to put your feet, and it was not comfortable no matter what posture you sat in. But although it was uncomfortable, Sean felt very safe in his heart because there was enough firepower here.

When Conina saw him get on the "warehouse car", she wanted to follow him. The weapon was cold, but her heart was warm, just right to experience the feeling of ice and fire blending, but Sean refused to open the door for her again, saying that there was no room.

Conina gave Sean a rather resentful look.

This man is really hard to deal with. He doesn't give her any face at all.

But it's okay.

She can also sit in the passenger seat.

Conina threw everything on the seat into the back seat of Wilson's car and got in easily.

Now, the specially hired driver became a lonely man.

Wilson: "???"

Can he swear?

Damn, these two guys went too far.

"Okay, let's all get in the car," said Gernado, trying to smooth things over. "A thousand kilometers takes a long time to drive. Let's hurry and try to reach the Black Fruit Rain Forest before tomorrow night."

Wilson was very unwilling.

But there was no other way. Could he try to take Jim's driving seat?

It's too embarrassing.

He gritted his teeth and decided to just endure it for now.

Anyway, Conina and Sean can't do anything, one in front and the other behind. When they arrive at the Black Fruit Rain Forest, he will let Conina know who is the truly reliable man!

Inside the off-road vehicle.

Conina turned around and started talking to Sean.

"Aren't you curious about why I'm a member of this wilderness survival club?"

"Because of Chris." Sean replied indifferently.

Before Chris disappeared, he often came to see him, and through this he got to know Conina. Outdoor adventure is Chris's favorite thing, so he would inevitably mention it during the chat. Maybe Conina joined the club on Chris's recommendation.

This answer directly choked back what Conina originally wanted to say, and she complained: "It's not good for men to be too smart."

Sean didn't answer. He looked into Conina's eyes and asked abruptly, "Are you here to spy on me?"

Conina: “?”

The extremely jumpy topic made her unable to react for a moment.

"Surveillance?"

Conina was both angry and amused: "Are you worried that I've been bribed by the police? Didn't you say you didn't do anything wrong?"

"Don't worry, even if something really happened, I wouldn't do that. If you were caught by them, who would I flirt with in the future?"

"Besides, I'm not a secret agent. It's too difficult for me to monitor someone as difficult to approach as you."

"I will just watch you."

As she spoke, Conina opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat without any hesitation, looking at Sean lovingly.

Sean: "..."

He was too lazy to pay attention to this woman.

It doesn’t matter for now. While he was talking to Conina, he kept holding two guns secretly.

With a shotgun and a pistol, Sean could blow her heads off if Conina tried to do anything to him.

"Drip."

Gernado honked the horn.

"Fasten your seat belts and let's go," Jim reminded.

The car started, and three off-road vehicles left the garage one after another, heading towards the mountain road leading to the black fruit rain forest.

As soon as the car left the city, Conina calmed down. After all, she couldn't keep twisting her neck to look at Sean the whole time. This would make her neck tired and her muscles stiff, which would be uncomfortable to touch. So she looked for a while, then turned her head back and admired Sean's profile looking out the window in the rearview mirror, her eyebrows unconsciously curved.

She really liked this little man, and even when she fell asleep unconsciously, she had a blushing smile on her face. The road around the mountain was not smooth, and every time the car bumped, she would make a soft "hmm" sound, which made Sean frown. God knows what this woman was dreaming about.

Jim didn't hear it. He left space for Sean and Conina. He put on his headphones and played country folk songs with the volume turned up very high. He held the steering wheel and twisted his waist immersively. Sean could feel his happiness in the back seat.

He kept twisting for more than an hour.

Maybe it was infected by Conina, but Sean felt that Jim's shaking head looked more and more like a big swinging bell, which made him sleepy. He thought about it and kicked the seat behind Conina's buttocks.

"Boom."

Conina: “Yeah~”

Jim, who had just taken off his headphones and was about to take a break, said: “?”

"What are you doing?"

"See if she's really asleep." Sean replied expressionlessly.

Jim: “…”

He subconsciously turned his head to glance at Conina. This woman was not only asleep, but also sleeping soundly. But for some reason, her face was a little red?

"I'll sleep for a while too." Seeing that Conina had no intention of waking up, Sean finally let down his guard a little, closed his eyes and rested with his shotgun in his arms.

Jim was puzzled by this action. He still hadn't figured out why Sean could have cuddled a sexy woman to sleep with, but he chose to hug a gun instead. Was he too vulgar, or was Sean too unromantic?

In fact, Sean is quite good at dealing with girls.

He is not only very romantic, but also very good at unbuttoning his clothes.

Sometimes he was curious about why he was so skilled, maybe it was natural? Even the proud saint in his dream was made to bow down to him.

It's a pity that this plot has not been continued for the time being. Sean has not had any dreams in the past few days. This is not something he can control. The timeline in the dream is also completely random. The order of each story is often deduced by Sean himself. He doesn't know when he will dream of Aolya again.

Sean recalled the girl's veiled face in his mind, listened to the sound of the car driving fast, and gradually fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he came to a desert.

All I saw was yellow sand, the sun was scorching overhead, and the air was filled with dryness and heat.

Cornina was gone.

Jim is gone.

The car was gone too.

He was left alone standing on the sand dune, like a lost lamb.

Sean: "?"

No, didn’t he just take a nap?

What's the point of this for him?

……

Chapter 8 Cactus (Thanks to [xmukmb] for the reward!)

Sean looked at the endless yellow sand in front of him in astonishment, as if there was a big question mark on his forehead.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked back, but there was no road.

There was sand all around, and there was no end in sight.

Sean: “???”

Did I get on a black car and was sold out?

That’s not right either.

He looked at the map when planning the route. There was no desert on the road from Holkodu to the Black Rainforest. The nearest one was thousands of kilometers away and in two directions from the Black Rainforest. Could Jim turn the car around while he was sleeping and bring him here to abandon him?

What is the picture?

Even the madman Quill would at least leave a notebook for Jim to write on after locking him in a small dark room, but Jim left him nothing. If he wasn't after his talent and beauty, but simply wanted money, wouldn't it be better to tie him up while he was sleeping and force him to tell him his bank account number?

Makes no sense.

The most bizarre thing was that Sean didn't find any footprints or tire marks. If he was really tricked, the only way he could think of to get here was to be airdropped as supplies. This was even more outrageous than the cat in his enthusiastic female neighbor's house that could do somersaults.

The pistol in his pocket was gone, and he searched through his clothes and pants but found nothing. Finally, he found a condom in matte blue packaging on the sole of his shoe.

Sean couldn't help but fall silent.

It was the brand he bought, and he specifically chose the one without lubricant, but why was it on the sole of the shoe?

There is only one left.

He obviously bought a whole box.

"Is this a dream?"

Sean was a little unsure.

His memory was still stuck before he fell asleep, and he didn't know what happened after he fell asleep. If it was a dream, this would be the first time he realized that he was dreaming. But the problem was that he had not received relevant training and could not verify the dream. Even if he knew it was a dream, he didn't know what to do to wake up.

The sun in the desert was extremely hot. After just standing there for a while, beads of sweat had already seeped out of Sean's forehead. He tried to punch himself in the face -

"hiss!"

hurts a little.

His senses were still there. In addition to the pain, he also felt hot and thirsty, and a strong sense of hunger came from his abdomen. Sean then remembered that he had not eaten breakfast this morning. It seemed that his physical condition in reality was brought into the dream?

Or was it that in his previous life, he was also alone in the desert, hungry and wearing a condom?

Thinking of this, Sean's mind moved slightly, and he mobilized his magic power according to his previous experience, stretched out his right hand and clenched it fiercely, and then...

Nothing happened.

A gust of wind blew by, ruffling the sand under his feet and his hair.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Sean: "..."

Good luck with your friends.

He discovered that there was no magic power in his body at all.

This time, his feeling about his body was completely different from that in his previous dream. If he felt full before, now he felt empty... so empty that at this moment, when he thought of Cornina wearing a lazy long skirt with half her thighs exposed, he actually felt a little sexy.

It seems that he is really hungry.

at this point……

Let’s eat first.

Without figuring out whether it was a dream or not, he couldn't afford to take the risk and could only try to survive.

This desert was very large. Sean walked for a long time, leaving a long trail of footprints behind him. He crossed several sand dunes and finally found food.

There is a cactus in the distance.

According to his limited knowledge of wilderness survival, most cacti are non-toxic and can quench thirst and satisfy hunger - just make sure they are cacti and don't confuse them with Euphorbia plants.

Sean wiped the sweat off his face; his lips were a little chapped. Fortunately, when he got closer, he found that the cactus was very large and very human-like, as tall as him, with two leaves on the left and right, bright green and thick, and the thorns seemed to be still soft.

He touched it lightly. Although it was still a little prickly, it was barely within his tolerance. So he gritted his teeth and treated the cactus as Quill. He grasped the thorny leaves and used all his strength to break them down.

"Click."

The palm leaves broke with a sound and exploded on the spot, splashing out a large amount of transparent liquid, and the water gushed out like a spring.

Sean didn't expect this cactus to be so juicy. It dripped all over his hand. The color was not white as described in the relevant information. He didn't know which species it was. At this moment, he couldn't care less. If he didn't drink water, he would die of thirst. He quickly lifted the palm leaf, tilted his neck, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to catch it.

The juice tasted a bit like aloe vera, and it was refreshing at the beginning, which made Sean enjoy it very much. He drank it in big gulps, and he was not satisfied until the palm leaf could no longer drip water. He squeezed it with both hands like twisting a rag, and forced some more juice out. He didn't feel better until the palm leaf was dry.

Then I remembered the condom in my pocket.

It was such a large desert, and it was unknown how long it would take to get out. It was also unknown where the next cactus would be, so Sean decided to fill a bag with water first. He took out a condom and broke off Quill's other "hand". The condom was quickly filled with cactus juice and swelled into a large transparent water ball.

Sean didn't plan to throw away the shriveled palm leaves, as they were his meals for the next few days.