Knight's Guide to Anti-Wolf [Western Fantasy]

Ansu hugged Miriah to bed. Although the matter was well thought out, when it really happened, he became nervous.

The sleeping Miriam didn't have the trouble of a drunk person, but lay quietly in the quilt with her long hair disheveled, which made Ansu's heart calm down.

He reached out and unbuttoned Miriah's robe, thinking that it would be nice to sleep together since they couldn't mess with each other.

But the muscles are so good and the hand feels so good, Ansu couldn't help touching a few more.

Suddenly, Miriam opened his eyes.

Ansu was stunned for a moment.

It was an extremely weird blue, like the mist in the darkness, spreading wantonly in the deep blue cosmic starry sky, illusory and weird, and the moment one was stared at, one would draw out one's soul.

"Did you say you liked me?" Miriah stood up with a smile, and put his arms around him.

Ansu nodded, but felt that something was wrong.

"Would you like anything?" Miriah's smile was mocking, and the arm around Ansu turned into a huge claw with sharp serrated edges. Just touching it made Ansu Feeling excruciatingly painful to the touch.

"What's the situation, do you still look original when you drink?" An Su touched the paw curiously, "What species? Crab? Shrimp? Or some animal?"

"Neither of them," Mireya pushed him down, and dozens of huge jointed limbs stretched out from behind him, pressing him so that there was no room for him to move, "You like me, you dare to accept everything from me ……"

"It depends on what you are, I don't want flies!" Ansu declared in advance.

"Heh, it's up to you now? Don't think I'm afraid!"

"I didn't mean that, but don't you know it?" Ansu looked at him and smiled, "No, I can teach you."

"Aren't you worried at all?"

"Of course, but are you drunk or not?" Ansu felt that this was a very important matter.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, you are in my dream." Miriah tore his clothes in confusion, but was a little afraid to continue.

"What's the matter?" Ansu felt that he was ready. Although he hadn't played it before, he didn't need to worry so much, could it be true?

"No, I don't want to die for you." Miriam turned and let him go.

"Are you going to die for me?" An Su reached out and touched his head, "Is the alcoholism too severe, has it damaged the brain nerves?"

"In my race, whoever you like is going to die." Miriah stretched out her paw to cover her mouth, and took a few steps back.

"Then I'm willing to die for you, let me do it." Although An Su felt that he had gone full circle, it didn't matter as long as the result was the same.

"That's alright?" Miriah's jointed limb suddenly pierced through the air, piercing through his right shoulder and pinning him firmly to the ground.

"Hmm..." An Su snorted, and turned his head, "It's my fault, but it's the first time I want to play sm..."

This unresisting reaction made Mireya hesitate, he tilted his head in doubt, and tentatively stabbed it down with another jointed limb.

Ansu felt cold sweat falling down his forehead, a kind of fiery burning instantly spread to the internal organs along with the wound, this is too painful, in terms of intensity, it is comparable to giving birth to a child, right?

The extra limbs on Mireya's back poked his face, confirming that this person has the ability to resist, but he didn't resist at all. He was serious and willing to die for me?

Anyway...

Then try it out!

……

The next day Ansu woke up from Miriam's side, and Miriah was lying quietly beside him, and his clothes were completely on his body, without moving at all.

But the feeling last night was so obvious...

This, is the chaotic sex in the dream counted as chaotic sex?

And he also played human and beast, although it was very enjoyable, but it almost left him with a psychological shadow.I didn't expect him to be...

It doesn't matter, I am not a normal person anyway, the most important thing at this time is to create evidence!

Ansu randomly took out the violet sword, and silently cut the wooden door into dozens of pieces of different sizes, and then pulled out the wreath sword, turning it into a dozen small irregular cups.

Hickey, also known as "mechanical purpura", is caused by the rupture and bleeding of subcutaneous microvessels under strong suction.Cupping can achieve the same effect, and then a sharp itchy scratch can be cut to create scratches on the back, and Xiaoju... Forget about it, it’s anti-human to stab yourself. Basically, it’s good to have a rough idea.

but……

"Brother, you seem very unhappy." Looking at the young man standing quietly in the corner, although the other party was expressionless, An Su always felt that the other party was in a heavy mood, as if his underage daughter had been taken away by someone. .

"Yes." The boy looked at Ansu's action of making evidence for himself, and cast a sympathetic look at Miriah on the bed.

"Remember to keep it secret for me." Ansu finished quickly, put on his clothes, packed the tools and burned them in the open space.

"Okay." The boy followed him silently, quietly appeared beside him, and said.

"I often see you and Miriam together, are you friends?" Ansu looked at him curiously, feeling like he had seen him somewhere before.

"Yes," the boy whispered.

"My name is Ansu." Ansu stared at the other person's pale, nearly ashen face, a little puzzled, "Have we met before? It wasn't the one in the last dream, it was a long, long time ago..."

The other party was silent for a while, and then said softly: "No."

Neither side spoke again.

After a while, the boy suddenly asked, "Do you really like him?"

"Of course." Ansu buried the burnt wooden ashes, "Life is not so long, maybe I will die one day, if you like it, fight for it, cherish it if you get it, forget it if you miss it, otherwise when you die, you will die. I found time, freedom and love, neither of which was grasped. It would be very troublesome to die."

"I'm already dead." The boy said, "You're not dead, you shouldn't think so."

"You are not dead," Ansu didn't know why, but suddenly wanted to hug him, "You are just living in another way, don't hate yourself."

"Don't you hate the dead?" The boy's eyes fell on his religious emblem.

"That's a process that everyone will go through, why should you hate it?" Ansu couldn't understand.

There was a smile on the corner of the young man's lips, and his pale face became vivid in an instant, like white flowers blooming in the snow. He said, "I am Reynolds Ishuyael. If Miriah bullies you, please tell me."

"What are you bullying?" Miriah came out of the corner silently, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was uncomfortable, but his clothes were neat and bright, and he always paid great attention to his image.

But in the next second, his expression seemed to be hit by a brick, and he was completely frozen there.

Ansu and Renault looked at him at the same time.

Of course, Ansu didn't know that in the eyes of Mireya's dream, a small blood scorpion with two tails was lying comfortably next to his ear, wagging its tail leisurely.

This is not true, Miriam almost heard the cry of pain in his heart, that is really not me...