An invincible journey starting from a different race

Aesop's foot washing water had been sold out and was drunk up in one gulp by a psychotic female tree demon, who even hugged Aesop's thighs and insisted on "tasting yours", making Stank feel that his three views were about to be reset.

Why are there such people, why do such things happen?

And why did I happen to encounter such a person and such a thing?

Stank felt very tired, so tired that he could no longer love.

At this time, Aesop walked to his side and patted Stank's shoulder gently: "It's okay, Stank, don't take that kind of thing to heart."

Stank turned his head and looked at Aesop's sincere eyes. He was moved. "Are you saying that I don't have to fulfill the bet? Haha, I knew it, Aesop. You really are my brother..."

"No." Aesop shook his head and said seriously, "I mean, I'll be gentler, don't worry."

Stank: "..."

Aesop was silent for a moment, as if afraid that Stank wouldn't believe him, and added, "As long as you cover your face."

"...You bastard, you bastard, you really are bastard!"

Stank couldn't help it any longer, and really wanted to fight Aesop to the death. Now that it was like this, fighting to the death didn't seem unacceptable.

After all, being beaten to death is better than being kicked out, especially by a man!

In the end, after a heated discussion, the two decided to discuss the matter again after returning.

In other words, you have to go back and do it again.

Anyway, Stank's strategy is to "drag" and delay as long as possible.

"By the way, where is that female tree demon?" Stank became angrier and angrier the more he thought about it. If it weren't for that psychotic female tree demon, how could he have ended up in such a dilemma.

Aesop pointed at the female tree demon who was fast asleep on the table beside him and said, "She's over there. She was so annoying. She kept pestering me, so I had no choice but to make her faint."

Stank turned his head and saw that the female dryad had indeed collapsed on the table and was fast asleep. She was obviously knocked unconscious by Aesop's magic.

This... what a sin! Is this what they call a nympho? She's miles worse than those nymphomaniacs in the nymphomaniac shop who advertise themselves as nymphomaniacs.

"But we've got the money." Jair and Bruce came over with a bag of money and shook it in front of Stank. Then Bruce said, "It sounds like a lot."

"It just sounds like that." Jer spread his hands and said, "But it's actually not that much. I just asked the shop owner, and he said that if we want to go to the Dream Demon Shop with this amount of money, at most two people can go. In other words, among the four of us, only two people can go to Happy."

"It's not a two-out-of-four situation," Bruce said. "This potion was made by Aesop, so he's definitely going. So the next step is for the remaining three of us to choose one."

After hearing what Bruce said, Stank and Jer's expressions immediately became serious.

Whether we visit the Dream Demon Shop or not, we have gotten used to it after going there so many times, so it doesn’t really matter if we go there less often.

But if you go less than once, if you go with your brothers and you are left behind, that would be a different story.

Imagine it, your buddies are all out having fun, and you're the only one left in the house, anxiously waiting for them to return. After a night of waiting, your buddies, their faces covered in lipstick marks, stagger back, holding up their baggy pants while saying things like, "It's just okay, I wouldn't have gone if I'd known." And all you can do is look down at your battle-worn fifth daughter. How does that feel...

I've been abandoned by the whole world!

So you must not be left behind!

There is no brotherhood at this time, only fighting, fighting and fighting!

The winner gets to fight five girls! The loser gets to fight five girls!

Come on, this is a fight where dignity is at stake. Stank took the lead. "Actually, I think, Bruce, you fought three times in a row last night. You should rest up tonight, right? Otherwise, it would be bad if you were eliminated due to exhaustion."

"Oh, the first attack landed on me?" Bruce clasped his hands and fought back fearlessly. "That can't be helped. As a bear-man, I'm troubled by your superior abilities. Rather, the three consecutive kills were just a small test for me. Not to mention exhaustion, I haven't even worn myself out!"

"Hey, you're a dog, not a bear!"

"Oh oh oh, damn it, I accidentally forgot that I'm a dog again... No, I'm a canine, not a dog!"

Seeing the two men fighting fiercely, Jer said slowly, "Stank, according to your logic, I only fought once last night, the least among us. So no matter how you think about it, you should let me go with Aesop."

Stank was shocked and wondered how he could have forgotten that there was a middle-aged elf who only had sex once a night!

He pondered for a moment and then said, "Look at you. You can only fight once a night. Your health is already so bad. You shouldn't go there. You'd better get some rest. Besides, you can only fight once. Wouldn't it be a big waste to go to the Nightmare Shop? The cost-effectiveness is not high."

The corner of Jer's mouth twitched slightly: "...Look at what you said, are you talking like a human being? Ah, Stank, you can even say such things, stop it, when we get back I will definitely pout you together with Aesop!"

"Could you please stop bringing up things that are not related to the topic? I'm doing this for your own good, you bastard, don't be so stubborn!"

So, the three of them started arguing at the door of the store about who was more qualified to go to the Nightmare Shop. Finally, the store owner couldn't stand it anymore and ran out to mediate.

"If that's all that matters, let's go to a cheaper place." The shop owner felt that if the three of them continued to quarrel, he would have to close his juice shop. "There's a shop that quite meets your needs... I mean, in terms of price."

"Oh?" Stank turned to look at the shop owner. "Boss, you know a lot about it."

The shop owner coughed lightly twice and said, "Don't misunderstand me. I just have a partnership with that shop. It's not a traditional nightmare shop, but it's definitely something you've never experienced before."

"What kind of dream shop have we not experienced?"

The shop owner said, "Little bees collecting flowers."

163 Flowers without petals

Half an hour later, they arrived at the door of a nightmare shop called "Bee Lady's Sweet Honey".

It is called a nightmare shop, but it doesn’t feel like one. It feels more like a garden... No, it is a garden. At a glance, you can see all kinds of flowers covering the entire garden.

"Did we...come to the wrong place?" Stank asked doubtfully, "Is this really the Nightmare Shop?"

"Just go in and ask, and you'll find out." Jer was quite knowledgeable. "In the forest, the customers are mostly tree fairies and flower fairies, not us, so it's normal for them to look a little strange."

Stank thought about it and felt that what Jer said made sense. Since they were already there, the four of them walked in together.

They were greeted by a flower fairy, who was only slightly taller than Nana and wore thick glasses. When she saw the four of them, she pushed her glasses up and said, "Welcome. What kind of nectar would you like?"

"Uh, we're not here for nectar," said Stank. "Did someone tell us this was a nightmare shop?"

"Dream Shop?" The flower demon was slightly stunned, and then reacted, "Oh, oh, you are here to do that."

"...Um, what does that mean?"

"That's exactly what it says." The flower fairy pushed up her glasses again and said, "We actually sell nectar here, but we also offer some other services on the side. It's just that calling us a succubus shop isn't quite accurate. Our succubus here is actually the bee lady at work... Hey, just follow me and take a look and you'll see."

The four of them followed the flower demon to the garden at the back in confusion, and then they all felt their eyes brighten at the same time.

What did they see?

A group of bees are working hard in the garden. They are flying and hovering among various flowers, which is very eye-catching.

As for why they are eye-catching... naturally it's because they are basically not wearing any clothes.

"Ohhhh." Stank became excited. "Your garden is really... very exciting."

"Isn't that right?" The flower fairy said with some pride, "The bee girls who work here are all very pretty."

"It's really beautiful," said Stank, "but it seems... there's a problem that can't be solved."

"What's the problem?" asked the flower demon.

Stank pointed at the bee girls and said, "They're even smaller than you! Even smaller than figurines, can they still be incubi?!"

If the height of the flower fairy is about half a human's arm, then the height of the bee girl is only as big as a palm, and some are even smaller, which seems to be a different species.

But the biggest one is not as big as a flower demon.

"Of course they can't fight with live ammunition," the flower demon said, spreading her hands. "The size issue can't be solved. Besides, the bee girl's brain capacity is very limited. Besides collecting honey, she can't do anything else. In other words, even if she were that big, she wouldn't be able to compete with the Dream Girl."

"So what did you ask us to come here to see?" Stank's mouth twitched slightly. "It can't really be just for a look."

"Of course not." The flower demon said, "Isn't it just a little bitch? There's more than one way to do it... Wait a minute, let me look for it. No one has come for a long time..."

The flower demon flipped over behind him and found a few small wreaths.

It seems to be worn around the neck, but the opening is too small, only slightly thicker than a finger.

"This thing..." Stank took the wreath and asked in confusion, "How do I use it?"

"It's very simple." The flower fairy said, "You just need to take off your clothes, put this small wreath on your brother, apply some nectar, and then go in and lie down in a corner."

Wear this thing... on that thing?!

All four of them showed shocked expressions.

"You are kidding me!!"

"Of course not." The flower fairy waved her hand and said, "As long as you do this, the bees will be attracted by the smell and then treat your little brother as a flower to be collected."

Whenever Stank thought of that scene, he felt an indescribable strangeness: "What kind of weird play is this? It sounds so thin and weird."

Bruce also shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "This is too weird. I refuse. Besides, I'm allergic to nectar."

"Yeah, that's a way of playing I've never heard of." Jer shook his head seriously, "Let's just forget it."

As they spoke, the three of them prepared to return the wreath to the flower demon.

The flower demon asked, "Are you really not going to give it a try?"

The three of them shook their heads and then turned around to leave.

"What a pity." The flower fairy said regretfully, but her expression was quite relaxed. She gently shook the wreath in her hand and said leisurely, "Bees can't see clearly, so they can only use their mouthparts to judge the taste of nectar. Because they are too weak, they can only rub the stamens. If they can't do it, they will call their companions to pick the nectar together. They will not stop until they have collected all the nectar... Sigh, there is no point in saying so much. Since you are not interested..."

Having said that, the flower fairy sighed softly, but did not put the wreath away. Instead, she waited for a while.

After waiting for a while, she turned around and found that the three men had no clothes on and were standing in front of her with a proud look.

"I suddenly felt that since I was already here, it would be a shame not to give it a try," said Stank.

"Indeed." Jer nodded slightly. "Isn't it a pleasure to have close contact with the hardworking bees?"

Bruce agreed. "Yeah, now I don't think this gameplay is weird at all. It's so refreshing... What allergies? I can definitely overcome this level of allergies!"

The flower demon had already guessed the reactions of the three people and smiled slightly: "Have you really decided?"

The three of them nodded at the same time.

"Okay then." The flower fairy handed the wreath to the three people and instructed, "After you put it on, you can go in and find a place to lie down... Well, it's best to find flowers of the same color. There are several kinds of bee girls, and the experience is different. You can first... uh, wait."

The flower demon suddenly felt something was not right.

"I remember there were four of you here, right?" the flower demon asked. "Where's the other person?"

The three of them were slightly stunned.

Oh yeah, what about Aesop?

When did it disappear? Did it leave suddenly?

They looked around, and then Stank yelled "Fuck!"

"That guy is already lying in there!"

"I was wondering why that flower has no petals!"

In fact, Aesop is not as perverted as they imagined... oh no, not as unrestrained.

He still couldn't achieve the level of standing shoulder to shoulder with his brother on the street like Gan Qiu did, and even if he really reached that level, the curse on him would not be lifted. Letting his brother easily show up in the world would only result in "death by exposure"... Yes, anyone who saw his brother's light would die.

Aesop didn't want to work as an insecticide and bee killer in this store, so he didn't use his own brother, but a fake brother. The fake brother he got from Ye Lan was very small and was the same model as Gan Qiu's.

After putting the wreath on the fake brother's head and applying nectar, Aesop lay down in the flower garden. While the other three were still struggling with whether to feed the bees with their bodies, he had already figured out a solution and took action.

This initiative inevitably made the three veterans, Stank, Jer, and Bruce, deeply admire Aesop, the younger generation. They all gave him a thumbs up and expressed their eagerness...

You fucking happy yourself and didn’t even tell us!

"But then again," Jer looked down at Aesop, who was leading the charge, and asked, "These aren't your own things. How can you be happy with them?"

"It doesn't matter." Aesop shook his head, pointed at his fake brother, and said, "As long as you transfer a part of your neural consciousness to it, you can experience it a little bit. Although it's not much, it's better than nothing."

Transferring part of the neural consciousness to the wooden stick... It sounds like it is not a simple magic. I feel like if I ask about it, I will get some extraordinary story.

But this is also Aesop's normal state. He uses the most amazing magic to do the strangest things. Everyone has become accustomed to it.

"So how do you feel now?" asked Stank.

Aesop shook his head and said, "I don't know yet, because no bee girl has been attracted to me yet."

"Why is this happening?" The three people surrounding Aesop were puzzled. "Is there something wrong with the nectar ratio?"

Aesop, lying in the flowerbed, raised his head and calmly looked at the trio around him. He said, "Is there a possibility? Of course, I'm just saying it's a possibility... The reason why Lady Bee hasn't come yet is because you three grown men are around me?"