Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

'I don't know I didn't hear anything I don't understand anything...'

"Busy Man is over?"

Nagini pushed the door open and walked in, teasing with her half-wet black hair tied up. The white bath towel barely covered the important parts, and a pair of straight long legs were exposed to the air, with thin ankles and ten tender white toes painted with cold blue stuck in fluffy slippers.

Drops of water streaked across her beautiful face.

"Owner?"

"Wow, you actually took a shower secretly behind my back."

"...Secretly?" Nagini's eyes flickered and she bit her lip lightly. "I left the door open for the master. Unfortunately, no one came." She sat on the edge of the bed with a wet look, half complaining and half teasing.

"Because the busy man is busy calling his own reserve food, a minor and unimportant maid like me won't matter, right?"

Oh my god!

Nagini is jealous again!

"Jealous?"

The woman rolled her eyes, spread her satin-like black hair in a charming way, curled up one leg, and squeezed out white body lotion...

Staring into Mori Yuesha's eyes.

Start from the top of your feet, and move upwards little by little...

It is more like a caress with some meaning than a smear.

"How could I be jealous? I said, 'This is a trip with Nagini alone, super romantic!' and then secretly hid in the house and made a phone call."

A pair of boneless hands gradually moved upwards, and the white bath towel became wrinkled again and again.

…Also moving along with it was a pair of big round eyes.

"How can a maid interfere with her master? She is thrown aside after use, and can only soak in the water alone, imagining that it is the master's hands climbing on her body..."

Her slightly closed eyes were shaded by thick black eyelashes, her chin was raised, and her waterfall-like black hair spread out on her milky back.

A pair of slender feet slowly passed through the sheets under the gaze of two people...

It was stuck on the foot of a certain weird lady.

The pair of toes painted in cold blue oil paint curled up and gently scratched the sole of her foot with the fingernails.

——The feet instantly retracted into the quilt.

In its place was a small hand with emerald green nails.

'Got you!'

Holding Miss Snake's feet, Mori Yuesha leaned over, like an impatient lioness, staring greedily and fiercely at the prey so close at hand.

Looking in through the gaps in the black curly hair.

A pair of eager eyes.

"Master, um..."

"It's too late to talk!"

"I'll let you taste the special medicine-pounding method from Forest Rabbit!"

Chapter 81 Another ship arrives at the port

'A great explorer once said...'

'The so-called extraordinary should be our deeds, not our identities...'

'Create your own story...'

'Looking for...adventure...'

'Or did you take the risk and find me?'

The two ships entered the port in parallel. After the slightly larger cruise ship berthed first, the small salvage ship with obvious scars on its hull stayed at the port for ten minutes.

"I see you're in high spirits, huh?"

A short-haired woman holding a DV leaned against a standard iron cabinet with a smile on her face. In the hold full of tools, the camera was aimed at a girl writing and drawing on a folding plastic table.

Her brown eyes were focused on the tip of the pen, and she knew who it was without looking up: "Samantha, if you have time, why don't you help Conrad prepare the supplies."

"Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Busy making games for ten-year-olds?"

The woman holding the DV smacked her lips and said, "Busy filming the rising star of archaeology: Lara Croft. There will be plenty of opportunities for her to show her talents." After that, the camera turned to the dirty mirror in the hold.

The face of the photographer is captured in the photo.

"Hmm... how should I put it? She is investigating the secrets behind the lost kingdom of Yamatai. The legendary mysterious Sun Queen Himiko came from Yamatai..."

"Samantha, this is no joke."

"Hey, I know. Relax a little. We have just set off and picked up enough men of all sizes. Now the whole ship is filled with the smell of rough male hormones. Do you feel comfortable?"

Laura reluctantly put down her pen, folded up the half-translated text on the table, and put it into a cowhide bag.

"No, Samantha, this is not England. I thought you should know our purpose?"

"'Your' purpose, dear." Samantha shook the DV and said playfully, "I am just a companion, Ms. Laura, to prevent someone from missing her best friend deeply during the adventure."

The woman in the camera wore a ponytail, and her sports vest could not cover her tight arms: "I warn you, if you keep infringing on my portrait rights——"

Having said this, Laura suddenly pretended to stand up and made a gesture with both hands.

The person filming let out a scream.

"Look, I'm watching you, Samantha. No matter the risk or helping you to punch those weird gentlemen." Laura shrugged, stood up and pushed Samantha out. "Okay, now, ma'am, stay on the boat for two days with those hormone gentlemen you mentioned. I'll be back soon."

The camera hung down in boredom and stopped filming. The young girl holding the DV was as bored as the camera. She was pushed along and kept muttering, "My uncle invested money to get a share and to send me to this broken ship. I came to this broken ship just to follow you on adventures and..."

“…and filming me?” Laura raised her eyebrows: “Ms. Documentary Producer, isn’t it twenty years too early to film my biography?”

The short-haired woman turned around and giggled as she was pushed along, saying, "How about Miss Destroyer Crawford?"

Laura rolled her eyes.

Samantha had seen her daily training, and this English Rose, who was extremely destructive no matter what she did, was unfortunately given this nickname by her bestie.

Destroyer.

"I don't know what's wrong with you practicing wall jumping and archery. The question is, why do you always break them?"

"They are just too fragile." Laura pushed her curious sister into the restaurant and whispered in her ear, "Don't mention anything, Miss. We are on an adventure, not a vacation."

"Do I look like an idiot?" Samantha pinched her bestie's tight waist. Except for a little skin, her flat belly couldn't contain any excess fat. "You and I, two pampered people... Damn, how did you train? I spend at least ten hours in the gym every week."

——Whether to spend time in the gym or in the fitness coach’s room, Laura knew it very well.

With a pout, he locked Samantha and pushed the door open.

For a moment, the noise poured into my ears.

"This is what you call the 'smell of male hormones'... huh?"

"You don't know how tempting their roars are at certain times." Samantha rolled her eyes at Laura. It seemed that there was something wrong with her good friend. She even gave a little adventurous spirit to the boys who pursued her.

We have children.

A guy who doesn't know how to enjoy life.

"If you could remove the archery targets and obstacles in the manor - or if you could stop jumping around like monkeys in front of those children, I think they would still be very keen to lick..."

Laura dragged the girl to sit in the window seat carelessly: “Samantha, none of them can beat me.”

Samantha laughed angrily: "Oh, really? Then why don't you find a professional boxer? He can definitely beat you, and he can satisfy your needs at any time and any place - as long as you swear not to call the police."

No, according to her dear Miss Crawford's requirements, only special forces soldiers would be qualified.

He also has to be a special forces soldier who is good-looking.

You also have to understand the local customs.

You also need to have a certain social status and economic strength.

Still need to...

May your trickles converge into raging waves and never be released.

Samantha hung her face, cursed her best friend in her heart, and threw the DV onto the steel table.

Seeing her frustrated, Laura smiled and shook her head, then shouted to the figure who was cooking soup in the makeshift kitchen: "Jonah!"

Hearing someone calling him, the man turned around.

——The man, who was as strong as a bear and had tattoos all over his body, was holding the soup spoon as easily as holding a needle.

He raised the spoon, glanced at the two of them, and said sullenly, "Miss Anorexia is finally willing to eat?"

Laura knew he was making fun of her research, which she often did behind closed doors.

"Give our female hormone lady something to eat. Me? Forget it. I have to get off the boat."

There were men holding research materials, frowning and muttering from time to time, and black women smoking. The ship had circled the earth for a long time, except that Captain Conrad Ross had his own things to do, just to pick up these people.

This small island is the last stop, where they will resupply and then continue on to their final destination.

Dragon Triangle.

"I have to go down and take a look. There is almost no information about this island... you know..."

"Well, I know that if you spend even a minute on the beach, you have to wonder if there is any history hidden in the sand between your toes."

There was a burst of snickering.

"...Jonah, you reminded us before that your 'sixth sense' is very accurate. It seems it deserves attention." Samantha laughed and pointed at Laura who had an angry face. The eyes around her - including the doctor who was studying the data - looked over curiously.

She means...

Laura is right...

"Sam!"

Samantha raised her hands innocently and blinked. "No, on the beach with all those big muscles, of course I would pay attention to whether I have the same shape as my sisters. Who knew you would always stare at the girls--"

boom!

She stood up and patted the metal table. Amid the laughter behind her, Laura got off the boat with a stern face.

Chapter82 Mickey’s Raid!

"It's so dark."

"Master, could you please keep your voice down a bit."

"What's the problem? They don't understand Japanese."

——After getting off the small cruise ship, Miss Senshiqi ran away, and Nagini chased after her with a small bag in her hand...

The scorching sun, the lush tropical vegetation on both sides of the road, the scorching hot road surface, and the sea breeze.

There was also the hahaha laughter under the sun hat.

"Nagini, look! There are so many little monkeys!"

The monkeys here are indeed quite carefree, holding fruits or 'fresh snacks' snatched from tourists, their big eyes rolling around, staring at two women, one tall and one short.

The beach is clear and white, and you'll see greenery everywhere after landing. The golden light, the original local shops that appear from time to time on the street, and...

Countless monkeys running around everywhere.

The cruise ship dropped them off at the port, but no one came out to act as a 'tour guide' or show them the way. Of course, this was also stated in the rules when they redeemed the winning tickets: pay for expenses.

Everything else is handled by them themselves.