Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

When Hill arrived at Famagusta, it had been raining for several days. The outside was gloomy and wet these few days, and it felt like the whole world was soaked in rain. Hill got down from the carriage and looked at the heavy sky in the rain, with an urge to sleep.

The Dark Vatican took a very formal stance to welcome Lord Demon, and Hill was forced to be greeted.

Monroe kissed the back of his hand on one knee in the rain, and the five ambassadors of the Dark Vatican behind him bowed their heads in salute. Desolate wind and bitter rain, the sky is dim and dark.

Hill looked at Monroe in the rain, held his wrist with his backhand, pulled him directly up, pinched his chin, and kissed him.

In front of everyone.

Monroe's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

As for the consequences of this, Hill had no interest, he did it anyway.

The corners of Hill's lips curled up, "Concentrate," he whispered. Monroe held the Pope's scepter in his other hand. He covered the back of his hand with his fingers. He held it firmly, a little violent, and the rain hit the back of their overlapping hands. This picture appeared to be Temptation and tension.

Wu's ascending hot breath carried waves of magical turbulence, and the aftermath of the collision of such high-level demons made the people around him unable to open their eyes.

Of course they dare not look up.

After the kiss, Hill released Monroe, and Monroe took a while before releasing Hill.

Then Hill smiled at him slightly: "I am very satisfied with this welcome ceremony."

"It is our supreme honor to satisfy you," Monroe said.

"Well, shouldn't it be said that you are welcome to come over to guide the work?" Hill teased, and then walked into the hall, "Okay, the process is almost done."

After entering the other hall, Hill slumped directly into the sofa over there. When he walked through the church, he did not use magic to block the rain. He deliberately got himself wet. He put his feet on the table and looked like There is no thought of tidying up his coat. He himself was observing his fingers, and said without looking up, "It's been a long time, Monroe."

"It's been a while, Hill." Monroe closed the door and said with his back to Hill.

Hill looked left and right, took a rose from the vase over there and threw it at Monroe's back, "I think the opening of our conversation is a bit sour."

"Yes?"

Rose turned into a dart halfway, and Monroe turned around and stretched out his fingers to clamp the dart.

"Yes." Hill watched Monroe's fingers touch the darts and the darts turned into roses again, and the petals were scattered radiantly, bringing the scent of cold roses to his face. "It's obviously a couple," Hill said, "but we always say'long time no see.'"

"Actually, although it was said that it was'long time no see', I actually met last month. Compared to other couples who separate the two places, it is better enough." Monroe spread his five fingers and magically gathered the scattered petals together. Those petals Wrapped in light blue light, it was restored to the original form of the rose.

"Ah, the time is limited." Hill stared at the rose and said, "Yes, for some lovers in such an era, it is often a turn around and a goodbye."

"That's it." Monroe walked to the vase and reinserted the rose from the dead. "You always seem to be talking about'this era'."

"Well, because my mouth is longer and the length of the protrusions is more, so I have to hang something, and it seems to be very high on my mouth." Hill said.

Monroe: "...I said you, pay attention to your image anyway."

"I thought I said something very funny and humorous." Hill grimaced. "And after all, I'm a lover, so I think you should forgive my nasty side. Isn't it good for us to be honest with each other?"

"...Your vocabulary is always so ingenious." Monroe said.

Hill was overjoyed and was deeply entertained by Monroe.

After the entertainment, Hill got up and walked to the closet with his back to Monroe and took off his coat that was wet by the rain. Monroe walked to Hill and waited for him to change his clothes one by one. Monroe's eyes were very calm, watching There is no desire.

Hill was drinking a cup of iced coffee in his left hand while watching Monroe's face and expression at close range. When Monroe bent down to fix his belt, Hill finally couldn't bear his emotions, grabbed Monroe by the collar and kissed him.

This kiss was much deeper and more intense than the kiss outside. His warm fingers clasped his cold neck, and the warm appearance faded from pleasure, leaving only deeper desire and predation.

About a few minutes later, Hill released Monroe and satisfactorily caught the fierce sentiment that had not disappeared in Monroe's eyes. But soon Monroe restrained himself. He lowered his head and continued to help Hill tidy his belt.

Such Monroe is really tempting. Hill thought.

He drank all the coffee in the cup, and then crunched the ice cubes inside.

The voice was clear in the silent room.

Hill saw Monroe's apple move.

Hill swallowed the chewed ice cubes, and his Adam's apple moved.

Monroe took a deep breath, "I'm afraid I'm going to be rude, my lord."

The next second, he kissed him.

The tip of the tongue that was almost paralyzed by ice and the bitter aroma of coffee are mixed with a deep kiss.

The rain outside is sluggish, and the desire inside is spreading.

02.

Then Hill and Monroe had lunch together, doing things that couples should do together, walking, and talking sour chirps. It feels a bit routine, but because of emotion, even "routine" is quite interesting.

In the evening, there was a sudden heavy rain that forced Hill and Monroe to return to the room.

When the storm is approaching, the air is quite depressed. This is the wettest and hottest time of the day. There were thick black clouds in the sky, thunder was rolling, and the rain suddenly fell without warning. ——But everything can also be called a sign.

"Famagusta seems to be rainy." Hill said.

"Well, especially during this time." Monroe replied.

The pouring rain hit the ground frantically, and the leaves rustled. The sound of rain is almost roaring. The wind became more and more intense, as if the strings on the bow were trembling. Hill stared at the scenery outside in a daze.

"I heard Al said you have some trouble." Monroe said.

"I don't understand two things," Hill turned and leaned on the window sill, his figure blocking the light behind him. So the light in the room was instantly extinguished, and the shadow of the demon king covered the dark pope. "First, he should not like you very much and will not take the initiative to tell you this."

"His expression told me." Monroe said.

"Oh, it looks like he cosplayed Liu Mintao." Hill said, "Well...I think your expression at the moment is ‘Although I don’t understand what you are talking about, I don’t want to know’."

Monroe coughed and opened the subject: "Then the second point of your doubt?"

"The second point is that you would call him Al for the **** horse, so intimately." Hill said.

Monroe was speechless for a second.

"Okay, be serious," Hill said, leaning against the wall, and in a light tone began to describe what had happened before. It was stormy outside, and the atmosphere inside the house seemed a bit quiet.

Monroe didn't respond immediately after Hill finished speaking. Hill said, "What do you think of the time?"

"My opinion and yours should be the same." Monroe replied.

"Do you know what I think?" Hill asked.

"Probably I can guess something," Monroe said.

"Oh." Hill replied and asked actively: "How do you think the Pope is doing things?"

"This is a very complicated issue." Monroe said.

"Everything is complicated." Hill clenched his fist and hammered his heart with a smile: "You are not sincere."

"Because smart people have too many intestines, sometimes it is difficult to make a judgment. After all, there are too many factors involved, and in many cases it is just a matter of thought." Monroe replied, his pupils are still a piece of Be quiet, just look at Hill like that.

"Smart people have too many intestines, so the best way is not to fight them wits, but to open their stomachs and pull them out directly." Hill smiled and said very sullen words.

"What you said makes sense." Monroe said.

"What do you think of King Oytin?" Hill asked.

"It's not a lot of contact," Monroe replied, "So I can't judge."

"Oh." Hill nodded sloppily. "What's the matter here recently?"

Monroe: "More, because there are fewer people available."

Hill: "Don't tire yourself."

Monroe: "Because it is the body of the demons, so I won't get tired."

Hill: "You succeeded in turning my words into nonsense, and there is nothing to look for."

Monroe: "...I'm sorry. It's my fault."

Hill was already sitting at the table over there, his index finger and thumb were playing with the quill pen, and the light and shadow cast on the parchment, blurred. "Although you are very busy here, please spare some time, I need you next."

Monroe replied in a deep voice: "It is incumbent, you are my real shelter."

Hill wrote the name of King Oytin on the parchment, and then drew a circle: "Listen, I have an idea. During the battle, he will sell a flaw in order to lure the enemy to penetrate. Even if the flaw itself is Seven points are false, but there are also three points that are real. And now, I am going to seize those three points that are true."

The quill was directly squeezed in half by Hill, and the ink was spilled on the parchment.

Hill's eyes flickered in the candlelight.

"Come, help me perfect the plan.

We have a quick fight. "

It was raining heavily outside.

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