Wolf Barrel 5.56

Spacious stables.

Warm sunlight and clean air are fed in from skylights lined up at equal intervals.

A corner of space surrounded by dull candy interior walls.

"It's a little different from leaves, isn't it?"

There was a girl standing there, arm in arm.

Squeeze the words as you ask yourself.

"I've smelled it somewhere, what could it have been?

Sniffing his nose with Sung Sung will tear his neck off with Woon and make him circle his memories. Its side was serious in itself.

She is a beautiful girl.

Glossy skin, reminiscent of petals wet in morning dew.

Tight blue eyes, edged by long eyelashes.

Its lips, which move puffy, are as bright as freshly stripped fruit.

Blonde hair flowing like a clean river brings out her beauty like a frame.

Noticeable nostrils arranged in perfect golden ratio. There's a mix of flirtatious cat-like atmospheres somewhere. The accent was adding a human touch to her beauty as if she had gotten out of the painting.

She was figuring something out, eventually,

"Oh, I remember, it's grass!

I brightened my expression and ran a pen on my notes.

I nod with satisfaction to the words I utter, yeah.

"Yes, that poor smelly knitter smells. I wonder who's gonna buy it."

Sakura and poison flow from the cherry blossom lips.

It's not particularly malicious, it's what you think it is.

When she finished taking notes, she turned a challenging glance at the guy in front of her for the first time, and snorted with the hoon, leaving the spot behind.

"Lulu?"

To its inexplicable visitors, the runaway dragon had his neck hanging.