After dressing up as the evil girl in the second game, I opened my eyes and found myself in the Shur

Eric's expression froze for a moment, Rabbit head?

Sierra asked curiously: Do you eat rabbits but not the heads?

Eat, of course, I can make spicy rabbit heads for you. Gemanni suppressed a smile and stepped forward to take away all the rabbits, including the one in her arms.

Sierra clapped her hands and saw Eric staring at her with a strange look, so she couldn't help but ask: What's wrong? Can't I eat the rabbit you gave me?

No, I thought you would want to raise that rabbit. Eric said unnaturally, his dark brown eyes flashing, Girls like this kind of furry things.

She wouldn't be happy if someone else's interests and hobbies were put on her head.

Sierra was stunned for two seconds and then smiled.

I don't like cute creatures, especially rabbits. She stretched out her hand to hold one of his little fingers, tilted her head half-way, and said in a soft voice, Of course, if you put it on the dining table and bring it in front of me, I’ll be happy to share it with you, good friend.”

She was always charming and beautiful when she smiled, and her dazzling brown eyes made Eric unable to look away for a moment.

There are no electric lights in the forest. All lighting tools are gas lamps or candles. Under the warm honey-colored light, the girl's slightly raised lips are plump and moist. Eric somehow reminds him of a casual kiss in the forest, like gummy candy. The touch, the sweet temptation.

Eric? Are you listening? Sierra shook his hand.

Eric lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a light shadow on his eyelids, covering up the restless emotions under his eyes, I understand, you like to eat rabbits.

What about you, you don't like eating rabbits? Sierra continued to shake him.

He glanced at her and responded softly, I like it.

Unlike his elders who had already transformed into adults, he could not tear the fresh prey directly with his mouth, but he longed for that feeling, and he longed to become a real king of the jungle and hunt in his own territory.

After getting the answer she wanted, Sera let go of him, smiled and said, If you have a chance, will you teach me how to hunt?

Okay. Eric nodded in agreement.

Satisfied, Sierra returned to the kitchen. She was good at helping iron rabbits, and her behavior once again shocked several women who were accustomed to farm work.

You are really a poor lady, you can even do this. Gemanni's sigh came from the kitchen.

Eric sat in the dining room, listening to the conversation inside, and looking in the direction of the kitchen in trance.

Sera, who has been used to seeing people's looks since she was a child, knew why Eric wanted to give her the rabbit.

He thought she had the same interests as Anaxi.

Love animals like rabbits.

There is nothing wrong with pretending to like him, but in front of a wolf, the best way she can do is to inspire his commonality.

Sierra only stayed here for one day, and with her kind and unpretentious temper, she successfully captured the favor of all women.

When Fanny came back during dinner, she saw her squeezed between her two companions, with two large rabbit heads wrapped in chili peppers placed in a ceramic bowl.

Earl Lizzie has received the news. Your sister will come by car to pick you up at the foot of the mountain tomorrow.

Sera nodded, her mouth turned red from the spicy food, and her eyes filled with tears while she was still gnawing hard on the rabbit meat.

Seeing her pitiful look, Eric stood up and poured her a glass of water, Don't eat too much, your stomach won't be able to bear it.

Oh. Sierra nodded obediently and stopped chewing the remaining half.

Jem watched the interaction between the two and interjected: It's only been a day and you are already in trouble? Sierra, don't be deceived by Eric. He has broken the hearts of many little girls in town.

Sierra raised her face from the cup, sniffed and explained: We are just friends.

Oh, then you are Eric's second noble friend. Jem said meaningfully, They are still two sisters.

These words are hard not to remind people that Eric wants to be in two boats. Sierra didn't care about this. The young and energetic Eric got up and rushed towards Jem.

Jem ran away with a piece of meat in his mouth, but was soon caught up by the strong Eric, and the two had a rough fight in the open space outside the restaurant.

Won't something happen to them? Sierra was a little worried.

Don't worry, nothing will happen. Gale's attitude towards her has also improved significantly, probably because he knew that she was helping at the camp in the afternoon.

After dinner, several women went to wash dishes.

Sera was sitting on a wooden bench in the open space outside, watching the stars. As soon as she saw Germani bringing a piece of fresh food into the house alone, she heard a thump in her ears.

She immediately turned her head and found that Gale was kneeling on the ground with one hand covering his chest. His peaceful face turned ferocious in the blink of an eye, and he made a gurgling sound in his throat.

If he hadn't stood up slowly by himself, Sera would have thought that he would have transformed in front of her.

What's wrong with you? she asked aloud.

boom!

In other wooden houses and in the jungle, all the werewolves who had just dispersed ran back and gathered around Gale.

They're back.

“The taste is very close.”

Several people whispered to each other, and Eric walked over to Sera with a serious face and said, Go to my room to rest early.

But do you still want to go out after it's very late? Sierra stood up and asked puzzledly: What happened?

Eric didn't answer directly, but took her hand and led her into the bedroom.

He pressed Sierra on his bed and warned: There are many wolves in the jungle, don't run around, just go to bed early here.

Shortly after Eric left, Sierra heard a series of echoing wolf howls in the surrounding jungle.

After a moment's thought, she understood what was making them so nervous.

Rosehill must have arrived in Cumbonia with his servants.

Sierra lay back on the bed, raised her hands, and the bell-mouthed sleeves slid down her slender arms, leaving nothing at her wrists.

She didn't know if he would return the bracelet to her.

Probably yes.

The northern port of Wally is brightly lit late at night.

A large number of recovered bodies were neatly placed on the pier covered with white cloths, waiting to be transported.

One of the survivors rescued by the lifeboat, the Duke of Rosehill, was surrounded by countless reporters as soon as he landed at the port.

He ignored their requests for photos and interviews, holding a string of women's bracelets in his palm, twirling the green opal on them from time to time with his fingertips, and went straight into a classic car.

The car entered the neighborhood, and the werewolves who came down from the mountain stood upright on the roofs of various houses under the moonlight, observing this uninvited guest.

Aldin glanced out the window and said in disgust: I can smell their stink from all the way away.

Rose Hill had no expression, and glanced flatly at the figure jumping on the roof under the moonlight, Our new neighbor.

Gale frowned and said, It's Rose Hill. His tribe should live in the capital.