Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

The mounts of the gap got closer and closer, and Holly's bay red horse grunted reluctantly, snorted, and turned his head to one side.

Touching the neck, Holly calmed the horse slightly.After suffering from it, the three horses around are all dead things transformed from undead, and living creatures will naturally not like this dead air that they can't smell but can feel.

It is only used to Wilmer's gray horse. After getting along with it for a long time, it will lean on it from time to time.

The reason why the mounts are so close is naturally because the owners of the two parties had a lively chat.

Hawley and Crack lead the way, with Wilmer and Halfpi behind.The four of them had already mounted their horses, and were walking leisurely and leisurely through the mountains.

After often cooking quail, the gap can be said to be full of enthusiasm for Holly, and he wants to stick to it and talk to him.

As soon as he thought about it, he acted immediately.Unexpectedly, Hawley is very good at answering questions, he can answer any questions, throw them back, and sometimes speaks with a little humor, which makes the gap irresistible to this human being.

He's a talkative guy, half-heartedly thinks he's talkative, but the human beings in front of him don't!

"Holly, how did you get your figure? You can be seen in the crowd at a glance. I'm so envious."

Gap finally couldn't help asking this question. He had been brewing in his throat for a long time, and he panicked.

"Hey, I'm usually a big knife player." Holly cast a "sighted" look, stretched out an arm, clenched his fist, and his muscles swelled instantly.

With his figure, except for a few inexplicably overtrained parts, he is quite satisfied with the rest.Men will never reject others' compliments on their figure, which is an honor without honors.

Holly introduced him to the daily training content, and also elaborated on the main points in detail, such as what food to eat to increase muscle, what exercises to do to tear muscles...

The cracked head never stopped, and kept moving up and down like a chicken pecking at rice.Hearing those tips, he felt that this kind human being was simply imparting the secret manual, and he was greatly moved.

"I, can I pinch it?" A rough-faced burly man said this, a little coyly and cautiously.

He is really greedy, such a muscular outline that can't be covered by a thin cloth, which man is not greedy? !

"Come on!" Holly extended his arm generously.

The gap was only touched once, and he quickly withdrew his hand.It wasn't that he was pretending to be reserved, but that the moment he touched the fabric, the back of his neck felt cold.

It was as if a knife was stabbing him in the back, and if he touched him a few more times, his head would fall to the ground.

Although he felt strange, Holly didn't make any further comments; he smiled and withdrew his hand, and continued to chat with this undead who couldn't keep his mouth shut... No, communicate.

"It's okay, wait until the place, I will teach you how to practice."

"Hey... good!"

It was clearly a warm spring, but the back half of the skin was about to be frozen to death by the low pressure.

He gritted his teeth, wanting to immediately blow his cracked head and beat the water out of the opponent's brain.

How dull is it? ? ?Don't you realize that the boss is about to chop himself off? !

Banpi was bitter, but he didn't do anything, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to tell Wilmer about the dark camp.

At first, Wilmer would chat a few words, exchanging external and internal information with Banpi.Gradually, as the bastard and Holly chatted more and more enthusiastically, Wilmer became more and more silent.

The blood-colored eyes under his mask stared at the backs of the two people in front of him—how to smile and how to interact intimately, he had a panoramic view.

Feeling the coercion of a higher level, the gray horse began to shake its hooves uneasily, unable to move its legs steadily.

Wilmer reined in the bit to make him settle down.

So much fun talking... So much trivia to talk about?I have never seen him willing to catch up with him so enthusiastically to talk.

The reins in his hands were about to be crushed into powder, and Banpi's voice gradually became blurred. He answered absent-mindedly, and his mind was filled with Holly's smiling face at this moment.

He can tell when the other person really wants to talk and when they are being polite.Because of this, Wilmer was very unhappy.

This is the first time the two have met. If they have known each other for a longer time, what will happen?

Where does he like this undead?It can't always be what it looks like.

Wilmer knows how attractive the human skin is to Holly. He likes to see Holly looking at him in a daze: every time at this time, he would imagine that, like Holly, he hides his feelings. In fact, it is intentional.

Putting aside the skin, what would it be... character, or...

Ah, I see.Wilmer frowned, pursed his lips tightly, and broke free from the shackles of bitterness in his heart.

Body, is it?Compared with Holly, the figure of the gap is actually only slightly inferior.

And no matter how hard Wilmer tried, he couldn't reach Holly's level, let alone surpass it.

The blood of the elves still flows in his blood, and together with his appearance, he also has eternally tough muscles.

He couldn't reach Holly.This is the fact that after years of unremitting training and dreaming, the reality cruelly shattered the fantasy, and finally became clear to the heart.

If Hawley was really interested in the slit because of his figure... Wilmer's teeth were itchy, he would bite off Hawley's shoulder fiercely with his teeth, and he had to ooze blood to vent his jealousy.

With the smell of rust, he blocked Holly's mouth, grabbed his lips and tongue, so that he could not talk and laugh with others casually.

……

There is no leftovers left on the table, cracks and half skins have never been so satisfying.

Wilmer has cooked for them several times in the camp, and his cooking skills are also recognized by the team as good.

Today's meal is not so much about retrieving the taste in memory, as it is going back to its original height; the things that have been eaten in the past are completely incomparable with it.

"All I chewed was swill and all I drank was cow urine..." The slit belly was round and spread out on the back of the chair, unable to move.

The wine bottles on the table were the most piled up in front of him, but he didn't even have the strength to scatter the wine, he was full.

Holly got up to pack the tableware. He was in high spirits today and poured himself a few more glasses, his eyes were slightly drunk.

When he came to the gap, he bent slightly.The crew neck of the shirt is roomy, a little low, and falls with the movement.

The gap squinted, his gaze was like a torch, and he fixedly stared at the hollow but overflowing neckline.

Suddenly, pain came from the top of his head and toes at the same time, and he let out a cry of pain, not knowing whether to cover his head or touch his feet first.

Holly was startled, and the necklace at the collarbone jumped out of his collar.

"What are you looking at?!" Banpi growled.

He didn't intend to turn to this side, but found that this stupid thing was aiming at the place where it shouldn't be looking, and he was half awake from the wine.

"Why did you hit me?" Gap chose to touch his head first, covering the sore spot that was slammed by the other party, with an aggrieved tone, "I was looking at Holly's necklace."

"Necklace?" Holly heard the conversation between the two.

"Yes. Did you bring the boss's necklace? I used to see him wearing it around his neck every day in the camp."

Hawley didn't immediately respond.

The crack continued to speak endlessly: "Boss cherishes this necklace very much. At that time, some people wanted to attack the necklace because they wanted to see the boss suffer..."

"Then they were cleaned up one by one until they cried their fathers and mothers, and fucked up. Since then, many people fear the boss, and many people dare not think about it again."

The room was quiet, and the sound of the fire burning in the fireplace was bouncing gently.

As if recalling something, he hiccupped and continued: "Hey, Banpi, do you remember... There was a time when the necklace was knocked down in the snow after a battle, and the boss went straight to dig the snow. That was the first time I Seeing that the boss panicked... ouch—it hurts!"

"You stepped on me again!" Crack shouted at Banpi Gao.

Ban Pixin said that I didn't step on you twice, but I wish I could kill you on the spot.

Holly started packing up the tableware again, with an inexplicable arc in the corner of his mouth, caringly ignoring Wilmer's embarrassed expression.

At night, everyone rested in the hut of the winery.

The spring rain poured down on the eaves and wet the ground, and the fragrance of vegetation was mixed with the cold rain.

Gap and Banpi had already fallen into a deep sleep, and the candlelight was still lit outside the house.

Holly, wearing a blue coat on his shoulders, sat under the eaves of the porch, burning a pot of hangover tea, and listening to the rain hitting the leaves.

In front of a wooden window, Wilmer leaned halfway against the wall, framing the position where the candlelight was in his sight.

They are aware of each other's presence, watching the same rain; they have their own minds, thinking about the same thing.

……

It took seven days to be a guest. Although Gap and Banpi couldn't see all the scenery of Lost Island, they were full of wine and food every day, filling their stomachs and nourishing their bodies, and they were extremely happy.

After all, they were only here on vacation, and the two of them couldn't stay on the Lost Island for a longer period of time.Hawley knew they were leaving in a few days.

His nerves have been tense these days. Rubbing his forehead and the root of his nose, Hawley put down the account books sent by various stores.Since you can't concentrate, it's better to get rid of the "root cause" as soon as possible. Procrastination is not the answer.

He was going to check with Wilmer.

Walking out of the house, Holly stretched his waist, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the gap wandering around the stables, so he stepped forward to greet him.

"Morning. See Wilmer?"

Gap was feeding three undead horses with carrion, and he replied casually: "Wow! Boss and Banpi are talking next to the rice steaming room."

The gap is not hidden, the main thing is that there is nothing to hide, and he tells the other party directly: "Banpi asked the boss if he wants to come with us..."

He could clearly see that Holly's smile faltered. Before he could finish speaking, Holly had already thanked him and walked away to the other side.

"The gap and I plan to go through the bamboo forest in the south first, and then go west."

"To the west is a swamp, which is more dangerous."

Banpi's voice hesitated.

"Is it facing east? I have inquired beforehand, and the area to the east is flat and easy to walk, but it takes a detour to get there..."

The conversation between the two is faint, and Holly just needs to focus more, and he will be able to hear it all.

But his mind was filled with various thoughts, which turned into countless wires and twisted his whole body.

At some point, their conversation was over.

A sound of footsteps approached from far to near, step by step in Holly's direction.

As soon as he heard it, he knew that the owner of the footsteps was Wilmer.He didn't hide, he just stood there.

"You're here... Holly?"

Wilmer's hand was caught, and Hawley pulled him into the shade of a tree.

His wrist seemed to be bound by a dead knot, unable to break free, it was clenched extremely tightly.Holly grasped it with great strength, as if he wanted to bite his hand off with a tiger's mouth.

Wilmer was dragged by him until he was far away from the winery, surrounded by many green shades.

... Sure enough, Holly's expression was very strange.

It was an unusual emotion accumulating, his eyes were too complicated, and his face was only calm and stern.

"You heard..."

"You want to go with them?"

The two spoke at the same time, and then both fell silent.

Suddenly, Hawley opened his lips again: "It was my fault for eavesdropping. Let's put this matter aside for now. I will apologize to Ban Piye afterwards."

"Are you going to go with them again?" He repeated the question again, and when he said "again", he said heavily.

It was the first time Wilmer faced Hawley's emotions—it wasn't that he was young and weak and ignorant, and insisted on showing off his ability to accompany him, but the other party's serious admonition and criticism.

Hawley was rarely angry with him, and that seemed to be the only time when he really got angry.

It was a sign of anger...he instinctively realized it.There was something else lurking in those green eyes.

Wilmer couldn't understand, his soul core was trembling slightly.At this moment, he just wanted to hold Holly's cheeks, kiss his eyes delicately, swallow up those unpredictable things that made him feel extremely sad and reappear.

The fear of unfamiliarity prevented Wilmer from catching the word "again" immediately, and he admitted softly: "Yes."

As he expected, Holly's anger rose in his pupils instantly.

"Why... why? Last time you had to go, I can understand, and I will try my best to help you and keep you safe."

Holly suppressed his voice, but couldn't suppress the melancholy in his heart.

"You said, what is the reason this time? Tell me, you must come up with a reason that convinces me!

"You are already a high-level magician, who can block your way? No one can, including me... right?"

"I..." Wilmer was about to speak, but was immediately suppressed by Holly.

"Teach me, Wilmer." His eyes were full of bitterness, "I used to teach you some ways of dealing with people and things; now, I want you to teach me how to keep you?"

"I can't find a way, because you have grown into an eagle, and you can break through the sky. I am sincerely proud of you, proud of you..."

"But I don't know how to keep you by my side."

Holly's voice was calm and slightly hoarse, like a plain narration, and even the circles of his eyes were not red at all.

But every word of his was filled with tears.

A night rain poured over half of the island, and the rain quietly nourished the trees, soil, branches and leaves...

A drop of dew gathered into a spring, and the leaves couldn't bear its weight, so they bent down and let it slide.

It disappeared into the crevices of pale golden curls, invisible.

Wilmer thought that Hawley was close to his body and stretched out his right hand to wipe the water stains from his hair, as usual, just like growing up.

His eyelashes flickered.

——He felt a softness on his lips, with a little dryness and a slight coolness.Like the wood beside me, like a gust of cool wind.

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