Quick Wear: We are not a strategy system

The wizened old lady who was burning the fire responded without any emotion: "Whatever you want."

The two sturdy men seemed to have received a positive response, and stretched out their hands towards Jiang Yuan with lewd smiles...

When Eric arrived, he was nearly drenched by the oncoming hot water. He spread his huge wings and quickly wrapped his body to block the fatal blow.

It was a mess inside. Jiang Yuan got a big soup spoon from somewhere and used it as a weapon. He shouted and poured hot water on the rest of the people.

If the scenes weren't so brutal, it would look like the Water Splashing Festival.

Eric had never seen such a hellish scene, and his steps to rescue people were slow and hesitant.

He carefully touched the puddle closest to him with his toes (it wasn't so much a puddle as it was actually just a patch of moisture that would have evaporated if he hadn't stretched out his foot in time). He immediately retracted his toes, even retreating a meter.

He was deeply shocked: the temperature of the ground here was almost as hot as when Jiang Yuan took a bath. He recalled the first time he poured bath water for her, he had no experience, he went to clean up as soon as she finished, and he almost got burned.

At that time, he stood beside the bathtub and doubted the existence of vampires for a long time, feeling deeply the horror of human beings.

Of course, he did not let Jiang Yuan know about this embarrassing incident, but later he learned to wait until the water was completely cold before pouring it.

Just as he was anxiously clasping his hands and not knowing what to do, the situation changed. The old lady cursed her two sons for not being able to catch a little girl and directly poured a whole pot of boiling water on Jiang Yuan, not caring whether her son would be splashed.

At that moment, Eric rushed over subconsciously.

There was no way to escape, Jiang Yuan closed her eyes in fear. After a while, the imagined pain did not come, so she tentatively opened one eye.

it's dark?

"Am I dead? I didn't feel any pain, so I died peacefully."

A painful groan was heard in the darkness, and the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Then a strong arm wrapped around her waist and led her into the air.

As she flew into the air, she could see his face clearly, glowing in the sunlight, mysterious and charming.

Jiang Yuan felt that at that moment, his heartbeat accelerated extremely fast, instantly igniting his entire heart.

Unfortunately, this fairy-tale-like beauty only appeared for a brief moment.

The next second, he began to wail, hissing and stumbling as if he was drunk.

Jiang Yuan: "Oh! My dear Eric, what's wrong with you?"

Eric: "If my wings had feathers, I'd be a plucked rooster right now."

Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his back: "Did the boiling water splash on you? Let me see."

"Don't touch! My clone is very unstable!"

"what?"

Then Eric demonstrated with actual action what instability meant. He disappeared instantly from a height of 100 meters, leaving Jiang Yuan in free fall with a blank face. Before her buttocks made close contact with the ground, she remained in the posture of being held in his arms.

If Jiang Yuan had not landed in a forest, the rescue would have been a complete failure. The knight rescued the princess from the dragon, but on the way back he threw her off his horse and trampled her to death - this kind of plot would surely be condemned by readers no matter where it was put.

Fortunately, he just fell off the horse.

There were no serious injuries, and his head was even clearer after the fall.

A pattern suddenly emerged in her mind, as if her grandmother had taught her many times over and over again when she was very young.

From this distance, she could already see the outline of the ancient castle. She brushed off the dead grass that stained her clothes and stumbled forward.

We walked until the evening before arriving at the gate of the castle.

She raised her hand to knock on the door, but before she touched the door, it opened by itself with a creaking sound.

She went straight to the basement. She didn't know why, but she simply felt that he must be in the original coffin.

When the coffin lid was opened, it turned out that what was guessed was correct. Eric was lying there peacefully, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep again.

Jiang Yuan was worried about the injury on his back and wanted to turn him over to check.

But Eric was so heavy when he was sleeping that it was difficult to operate in the coffin. She was exhausted and out of breath but still failed.

She looked at Eric's harmless sleeping face and suddenly became angry.

She kicked the coffin.

"Since you won't cooperate with the medication, just bear with it!"

The thick wooden sound of the coffin did not disturb Sleeping Beauty's sleep at all.

Jiang Yuan kicked off his shoes, crawled in and lay down next to him, then closed the coffin again.

Before going to bed, I still remember sleeping on my side with my back to Eric out of spite.

It was absolutely dark in the coffin, but Jiang Yuan unexpectedly slept well that night. He woke up in a daze and felt that it was still dark, so he went back to sleep.

There is a sense of peace in death.

The last time he woke up was because of a burning gaze: Eric's red eyes almost glowed in the darkness.

After a night, her position changed completely, and she was almost lying on Eric.

Seeing wild-like red eyes right after waking up is actually not good for the heart. It makes her feel both nervous and excited.

So she reached out and covered his eyes: "I know you are hungry again, but I haven't taken a shower, so please be patient."

Of course Eric would not be so obedient at this time, he only had the animal instinct of eating.

The coffin lid flew far away with a bang and hit the wall. The clothes on Jiang Yuan's shoulders were violently torn off, and the sharp teeth sank deeply into her skin.

This time Eric took longer to eat than usual, and once the wound had healed he took a bite, biting almost all of her shoulder.

It was no use pulling his hair.

Jiang Yuan held a handful of his hair in his hand and felt his body getting hotter and hotter, and he felt weaker and weaker.

Finally, I collapsed completely in his arms and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

……

Eric suddenly stopped halfway and stared at Jiang Yuan with his red eyes, as if asking for some advice.

In fact, there was not much of a solicitation. His hand tightly held Jiang Yuan's wrist, leaving her no room to break free.

Her mind went blank and she made meaningless humming sounds.

Eric was very satisfied with her reaction at the moment. He licked her lips soothingly and poked her with his fangs from time to time.

By the time Jiang Yuan realized that something was wrong with this "eating" and that his fangs might contain some aphrodisiac substances, it was already too late.

She could only blush, like a delicacy that had lost control of its body, allowing him to manipulate and take what he wanted.

As her toes curled up, she wondered why this hadn't happened before when Eric ate. Was it the amount?

But even so, he didn't seem to draw too much blood, and most of his bites looked like flirting...