Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Glenn was naturally able to suppress his restlessness. He lowered his head as if nothing had happened and looked at the strange instrument.

Glendon was surprised by this sight.

The moonlight was like a spotlight, casting a beam of light directly onto the instrument.

There are strands of things like ribbons wrapped around it, which is indescribably beautiful, even though the instrument is not beautiful.

Glenn looked at the woman again and was about to ask something, but the other party made a hushing gesture to Glenn.

The light shone into the hood, and he saw a pair of red, fiery, and desirable lips.

The way her lips make the hushing sound is enough to make any man's heart beat faster, it's so sexy!

Glenn just swallowed the question that was about to come to his lips. He might know why the other party was dressed like this.

I dare not imagine what kind of evildoer is beneath this tattered black robe, bringing disaster to the country and the people.

Glenn focused his eyes on the instrument and waited quietly.

The instrument flashed a not-so-bright light regularly under the moonlight, and it continued to do so.

Glenn considered himself to be quite patient, but more than three hours had passed and the task was still not over.

Being bored, he decided to take out a book to kill time.

More than an hour passed, and Glenn, who was reading a book in the moonlight, noticed that his vision suddenly darkened.

I looked up and found that the spotlight shining on the strange instrument had disappeared.

He looked up at the sky again and found that the moon was blocked by clouds. He thought he would have to wait for the moon to come out before continuing, so he lowered his head, closed the book, and prepared to take a nap.

But the woman suddenly said, "Okay."

"Ah?" Glenn opened his eyes in surprise. "Aren't we going to wait for the moon to come out and continue shining?"

The woman squatted down and adjusted the instrument. "This process cannot be interrupted. If it is interrupted, it means it is over."

Glenn nodded, thinking that it was time to ask the other party questions, so he said, "Did you come here specifically to collect this moonlight magic?"

"I guess so." The woman answered ambiguously.

“Is this place special?”

“Not special.”

"Then why do you have to come here and do this?"

“Because it’s necessary.”

Glenn rubbed his brows and felt very tired talking to the other person, even though the other person's voice was very nice.

"Then you go ahead and do your thing. I'm leaving." Glenn didn't sense any ill will from the other party, so he planned to return to the deer cart, take a short nap, and continue his journey tomorrow.

But before he had taken a few steps, an extreme desire from the depths of his soul came from behind him and penetrated every pore of his body.

Glenn turned around suddenly and saw the woman in black robe taking out a spherical stone from the instrument and holding it in one hand, emitting a faint moonlight.

That extremely strong desire came from the spherical stone.

Every fiber of Glenn's being demanded that he get that thing, no matter the cost.

The woman turned her head, shook the stone in her hand, and asked in a teasing voice: "Do you want it?"

I want it so badly! Glenn screamed in his heart, but what he said out loud was: "I don't want it."

After saying that, Glenn turned and left. The thing looked strange at first glance, and reason told him that it was best not to touch it, even though his soul and body were protesting.

The woman stood there, like a stone sculpture, with an expression of extreme surprise under her hood.

She couldn't believe that she could make mistakes.

The stone in his hand should have a fatal attraction to the werewolf. Even if the other party is a special werewolf, he should not be able to resist this temptation.

Even saying no should be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

However, the other party not only refused, but also turned around smoothly and even walked away!

By the change in the magic in the air, she was sure that this thing was working.

That is to say, the werewolf resisted this temptation with his perseverance.

Simply incredible!

She stayed there for a long time until Glenn was about to go over the hill, then she put the stone away, cast a spell, and pulled Glenn back to her side.

Glenn stared at the suddenly changing scene in a daze. He had just been wholeheartedly fighting against his desire, which led to his slow reaction.

He frowned and looked at the mysterious woman in front of him and asked, "What do you want to do?"

The woman chuckled. “You really are extraordinary. More interesting than anyone I’ve ever met. Perhaps you are destined to do great things.”

This incomprehensible conversation made Glenn want to roll his eyes.

But then the woman asked again: "Do you want to know what that stone is?"

"What is it?" Glenn asked in agreement.

"It's a fragment of the moon. It's the only thing that can condense the magic of moonlight." The woman explained.

She walked over to her bag and sat down. She took out a cup with white steam coming out of it. She put the cup under her hood and took a sip before continuing:

"Legend has it that the creator of werewolves admired the moon god, so wolves or werewolves are born with a special desire for the moon. It is said that even the most violent werewolves can recall themselves under the illumination of the pure magic of moonlight. It's an interesting story, isn't it?"

After hearing this, Glenn finally understood why he had such an abnormal reaction just now.

At the same time, he was also alert to the person in front of him. The other party must be no simple werewolf since he could see that he was now there. It was very likely that the other party's appearance here was not accidental, but was waiting for him.

"But you..." The woman's dark hood turned, as if looking at Glenn, revealing a little bit of her chin. "But you, little guy, you really exceeded my expectations. You must have great self-control to be able to resist that kind of desire. Perhaps this is also because you... No, only you are worthy of such power and opportunity."

Such power and opportunity? Does she know something? About me... Glenn kept interpreting the other person's words in his mind, but on the surface he always looked like he was listening.

"I think you have guessed it. I am here just to wait for you, and the Moonstone is specially prepared for you. It is free of charge. Now..."

The woman took out the shimmering moonstone again and said, "Tell me, do you want more?"

Glenn turned his head away and said in the same tone as before: "I don't want it."

Are you kidding? Free things are the most expensive! ... This is what he thought in his mind.

Glenn waited for a long time, but saw no response, so he glanced over.

It turned out that the other person was already standing in front of him, looking down at him strangely.

Maybe it was some kind of magic. Even Glenn's night vision couldn't see clearly under the hood. He could only see below the nose at best.

But none of this matters now, because a drop of saliva almost dripped onto his face!

"What do you want to do?!" Glenn quickly dodged and asked.

The woman seemed to have just reacted. She reached out to wipe the saliva that was about to drip, and said:

"I'm so sorry, I can't help it, you're so tempting..."

Shit! What kind of lewd words are these!? ... Glenn looked at the other person with a weird look.