Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse

Under the dim light, Wu Heng looked at the exaggerated bust and was a little obsessed.

The outer armor and corset belie its size.

"What are you doing!" Sheela hugged her chest with both hands.

"So beautiful." Wu Heng continued to kiss her lips gently, followed her lips to her neck, and went down a little bit.

Wu Heng gently held the tip, and Xila Gui let out bursts of soft moans, and her body became hotter and hotter.

Holding the other person's hair, he said softly: "Wu Heng, is this okay?"

Wu Heng raised his head and looked into the other person's eyes, "Xila Gui."

"ah!"

"Say you love me."

"How can there be such a request?" Sheela blushed, but still whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too."

Wu Heng continued downward, all the way to his lower abdomen, and Xila Gui held his cheek, "If it doesn't work down below, isn't it enough above?"

Seeing that the other party was serious, Wu Heng didn't force it.

Kiss the other person's red lips again and rub the heavy object in front of you.

…

Late at night.

Sheila Gui returned home cautiously. The moment she turned on the light, she saw Shi Yali sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

"Ahem~! Why aren't you asleep yet?" Sheila Gui asked first.

Shi Yali glanced at her and said, "Sent him to Netale City? It took him so long."

"I'm going back to the association's study to handle some documents. He has already gone back." Sheila Gui puffed up her chest.

Make your words sound more credible.

Shi Yali stood up and walked around her, then held Sheila Gui's chin and looked left and right at the clear red mark on her neck.

"It's all over your neck. It depends on what you will do if other people in the association see you tomorrow." Shi Yali said.

There is no need to say more now.

His sister was taken down by the other party. Judging from the position of the hickey, the armor and top were no longer there at that time.

Sheela touched her neck, pretended to be calm and said, "I'll be fine tomorrow morning. I'll take a shower. You can go to bed first."

After saying that, he walked to the bathroom.

In the bathroom.

Sheila Gui soaked in the tub, breathed a sigh of relief slowly, touched the marks on her neck, took out a bottle of potion, raised her head and drank it.

This kind of trace will disappear tomorrow morning, so don't worry.

But recalling the scene just now, his face immediately turned red.

Squeak~!

The bathroom door opens.

Shi Yali walked in wearing a scarf.

Sheila Gui said angrily: "You must wash it when I wash it."

"What's the matter? We've been taking baths together since we were children." Shi Yali also entered the tub and sat down behind Sheila Gui.

He gently pulled Xilagui into his arms and said, "Time flies so fast. You have grown up and you have someone you like."

"We were born together, okay." Sheila Gui muttered, and then said, "Human life is short, I don't know what will happen in the future? If he... ugh!"

Shi Yali hugged her sister and said softly, "He is already very powerful. He will reach level 18 before the age of 50, and his lifespan will increase. He may really become a hero, and we can all benefit from it."

Sheila Gui muttered, "You believe in him too much. A hero needs fame. How many people in the association are waiting in line to arrange publicity, how can he get his turn."

"There is still hope. Has he not brought us enough miracles? I believe you say he will become a hero tomorrow." Shi Yali said with a smile.

"You're getting worse and worse."

Shi Yali smiled, hugged her sister, and grabbed the heavy object on her chest, "Does he like you the most? I heard that men like this."

Sheila Gui was startled and hugged her chest, "What nonsense!"

"Tell me sister, you told me everything when you were little."

Sila Gui was a little shy, but she still whispered: "I feel like I quite like it."

"How do you like it?"

"It took a long time to eat."

…

There is a light mist in the morning air.

The residents of the island got up early and started their busy day.

Among the crowds, a famous newspaper seller was riding a bicycle through the streets. A green package filled with newspapers hung on the bicycle seat.

The newspaper seller stood at a fixed intersection, raised the newspaper in his hand, and began to shout loudly.

"Selling newspapers, the latest newspapers, Treasure Island's plan to popularize electric lights for residents, short stories, the case of the missing deacon in Netale City,..., the quantity is limited, come and buy it."

"Quantities are limited, first come first served..."

The shouts rang out, causing the already noisy streets to become silent for an instant.

Everyone looked over in unison, with surprise and suspicion in their eyes.

"Electric light? Is it the kind of street light you use at night?"

"Are you going to use this kind of prop for ordinary people? Is the island owner crazy?"

"The case in Neitalei City really turned out to be a story. This is to provide material for the owner of Wuheng Island."

"Is the island owner back? Why are there so many big news?"

If it were an ordinary newspaper, people would just be more interested in serialized stories.

But this time, there is obviously more than one big news.

In an instant, the crowd gathered around him.

The news also spread on the island, and more and more people gathered at the newspaper seller's location to snap up the first issue of the newspaper.

…

Golden Sail Tavern.

In the past half month, the popularity of the pub has begun to diminish.

The enthusiasm of the residents is not as great as it was at the beginning, partly because of the many bards performing for free under the street lights.

Although these people are not of high level, they may not be as good as the tavern bard.

The point is not to waste time during the day, and it’s all free.

Now, the tavern will only have more drinkers sitting in the tavern when the story is at its most critical, waiting to know the real murderer in the story as soon as possible.

The resident bard reduces the time he spends telling stories to only three times a day.

Those who want to hear the story can come according to the time.

At other times, it’s just normal business.

All morning.

The bartenders were cleaning the store when they suddenly heard a burst of noise coming from outside the door.

Someone opened the door and took a look, and saw a large crowd of people rushing this way.

With a little excitement on their faces, they were talking to each other.

"Boss, it's bad, the crowd is coming." The bartender turned around and shouted.

The boss hurriedly ran downstairs and glanced outside the door.

He walked out quickly and stopped at the door, "Everyone, what's going on?"

"The new issue of the newspaper is on sale, boss, don't you know yet?"

The boss nodded, "According to the time, it is indeed the time to sell newspapers, but it's not like this, right?"

One of them said: "The story in this issue is 'The Case of the Disappearance of the Deacon in Netale City'. Come on, let the bard tell the story."

With that said, he pushed the boss away.

They rushed into the tavern with a roar and filled all the empty seats.

The bartender immediately hung a fully occupied sign at the door.

The boss yelled, "Go get Mr. Saban."

…

Not long after.

The bard Saban walked in from the outside, wearing brocade clothes and a red face.

He saluted around him and said, "Good morning, everyone."

"The latest newspaper is on sale today, Mr. Saban, hurry up and tell us about it!"

"Yes, you focus on the stage play, but you can't delay talking about the report. We just want to hear what you have to say."

"Mr. Saban, let's get started!"

Saban listened to everyone's chaos with a smile on his face. You must know that when he first came to the island, he didn't dare to think about the popularity of this matter.

Walking all the way up to the high platform, he motioned for everyone to be quiet.

Then he said: "Today is the latest newspaper from the Island Lord's Mansion. I have read the contents first. Among them, the 'Missing Case of the Deacon of Netale City' is also the most bizarre. Among them, there is also the rescue team of the headquarters, which was attacked by tens of thousands of troops. The content of the siege and almost everyone's death can be said to be extremely tense and exciting. "

He paused slightly and said word for word, "This is not a story, but something that actually happened."

After finishing a paragraph, a voice came from below.

"Oh shit, come on, I'm so anxious."

"Which of the island owner's stories is not true? It's wrong of you to say so."

"We're just here to hear the story, tell it now!"

Saban slapped his palm on the table with a snap.

Everyone shut up instantly.

Saban continued, "Old rule, let's talk about the intelligence first, and then tell the story later..."

"Oh, shit!"