The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Latest website: Sigmon spent an unforgettable evening on the top floor of his estate in the fishing village of the island.

Juana is now a 5th-order rambler, and her control of plants is even more proficient. The floor and ceiling of the room are covered with grass vines and flowers.

That feeling is especially special. Sigmon can infer Juana's mood changes through the blooming of flowers in the room and the trembling of plants, and make more effective actions accordingly.

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So wonderful.

It was absurd all night, and it was not until the dawn was approaching that Sigmund lay on the bed full of flowers and fell asleep.

Wake up refreshed.

The island fishing village has basically come to an end, and the rest can be solved by Demoro and other professionals, but just when Sigmon was about to leave and return to Abetus.

"Where do you want to go?" A warm voice came from his ear, he turned his head, and in the sun-drenched room, he saw an unfamiliar face.

"You... No, it's Juana!"

Sigmon had a vague impression of the woman's appearance. It seemed to be an island princess who appeared in the banquet hall last night. The princess was tall, fair-skinned, and most importantly, had a very outstanding temperament.

But taking a deep breath, Sigmon could easily discern Juana's breath.

"How did you become like this?!" He widened his eyes.

The fourth-order thorn knight of the starry sky contract can control the wriggling of flesh and blood, change his appearance, and even the internal structure of the stronger ones can be faithfully restored.

"Don't you like it?" Juana smiled, covering her face with her hands, and when she moved away, she had changed into a different look.

"Ah...this." Sigmund was speechless.

"I don't like this either? What about now?" Juana turned around and turned into Charlotte when she turned around.

"Don't, don't do this." Sigmund felt his heart beat faster.

"This is the most dazzling pearl in the whole of Abetus, you don't like it?" Juana walked to Sigmon's side slowly and bent down with a strange expression.

"It's not that I don't like it." Sigmund swallowed, "You're getting too fast."

"We can start with the first one and take it slow." He forced a smile on his face.

"Don't you have anything to do?" Juana asked.

"What can I do, relax for a day today, and prepare to return to Abetus tomorrow." Sigmund replied.

"In other words, there is not much time left for me?" Juana smiled, and at the same time, the budding flowers on the head of the bed suddenly bloomed.

And just like that, the crazy day is over.

The next morning.

"You're leaving today..." Juana was a little reluctant.

"There are some things that have not been dealt with, so let's stay for another day." Seeing Juana in a new look, impulse overcame reason, "stay for the last day." Sigmund said silently in his heart.

Day three.

"It's really the last day."

Fourth day.

"My body can stand it..."

Day 5.

"It's terrible, the female rose knight is terrible, who can save me, I really can't control myself!"

That night, the night was dark, and Sigmund took advantage of the sage's time after Juana was asleep and escaped through the window. He even suspected that every plant in the room exuded aphrodisiac gas, plus the ever-changing Juana, don't go anymore...

The iron rod is ground into an embroidery needle.

What Sigmund didn't know was that during the five days he was reluctant to think about, there had been a person on the island silently waiting to meet him.

Ruben.

Hearing half of Sigmund's poem that night, Reuben was completely insomnia after returning to the room. He found all his previous manuscripts, read them one by one, and finally threw them into the stove in pain. among.

At this moment, there was only the poem that Sigmund had not finished in his mind. After sitting for a whole night, he tried to write a few more paragraphs, but he often just wrote three or two sentences and then the manuscript paper was painfully written. Shred.

Early the next morning, before dawn, he took the manuscript paper, stared at a room on the top floor of the manor, and waited silently.

"Be sure to ask about the second half."

But he waited all day.

The second day, the third day is still the same.

Until they received new mission instructions and had to leave the island fishing village.

He boarded the return boat in a daze, but the careless Alec didn't notice the changes in his companions.

"Where did that guy Henrik go? I wanted to meet him and get to know him, he's really an amazing guy!" Alec said with emotion.

Ruben on the side pursed his lips and said nothing.

When they were leaving, more boats were rushing to the island fishing village. Looking at the grand scene in front of him, Alec couldn't help but sigh, "The pattern of the southern waters has been completely changed!" He glanced at Ruben.

"In this situation, shouldn't you write a poem?" Alec chuckled as he used to: "Our star poet."

According to Alec's understanding of Ruben, at this time, Ruben will probably agree with pride and humility, and then write a poem, and make a serious analysis of the form, emotion and metaphor of the poem.

But this time, he waited for a long time, but only got Ruben's silence.

"What's the matter, great poet, no inspiration?"

Ruben leaned against the boat, and after a while, he rubbed his face vigorously, "I don't write poetry anymore, and I won't write poetry again from now on!"

"What?!" Alec looked surprised, and then he saw Ruben turned his head and said to him solemnly: "Don't mention me in front of anyone in the future... about writing poetry."

"Especially against Henrik!" he finally emphasized.

"Why?" Alec was really incomprehensible.

After thinking about it, Ruben took out a neatly folded manuscript from his pocket.

"What... I want to live with you? What the hell! How can you show me this? I'm normal!" Alec screamed, but he still subconsciously swept over the love poems above.

"Hmm...?" With a slight frown, Alec raised his head and glanced at Ruben, "This is your new poem? If I say buddy, this is the best one you've ever written!" Alec exclaimed in admiration.

"I didn't write this." Ruben looked sullen, "It's Henrik!"

"Can you imagine that he wrote this poem just to trick a girl into sleeping with him!"

"Shit! But this poem..."

"It's really well written~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Alec continued.

"Look, even a layman like you can read it well," Ruben muttered.

"What about the back, what about the back part of this poem?" Alec asked after reading it over and over again.

"No, he didn't write it later."

"Why?" Alec looked puzzled.

Ruben looked up.

"Because he only said the first paragraph, the girl couldn't wait to follow him upstairs. As for what they did in the room?"

"What do you think?" Ruben asked.

"Write poetry in the room?"

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