There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

The pain in her waist made Talia scream and she slapped Tallulah's hand away. Talia looked at Tallulah with anger.

"Isn't it a pull? Isn't the force enough?"

"You! It's not this one! It's that one!"

"Wrong technique? Let me try the opposite."

After saying that, Tallulah put her hand back and changed direction.

Seeing that Tallulah was about to start twisting, Talia straightened Tallulah's face and made her look at her.

"It's this one!"

Pressing her lips against Tallulah's face, Talia demonstrated the kiss herself.

On the deserted street, Taruchu stood under the neon lights at a certain place, as if the pause button had been pressed.

So, it’s this 啾?

Volume 3: Chapter 61: When it comes to flirting, you have to look no further than Old Black Snake

"Dudududu!"

Click!

After pressing the reject button, a mature Liberian American woman threw the phone aside and looked at the Lupo man who was chained to a chair opposite her.

"Your daughter really cares about you. She made several calls and sent dozens of text messages. Oh, I really envy you~"

The beautiful woman was wearing a coat that covered her entire body, tightly wrapping her body and highlighting her graceful figure to the fullest.

"Unlike my daughter, who was rebellious, disobedient, and even tried to kill her father!"

A plaintive tone came out of her plump lips, with a slight tremor at the end. If a hot-blooded man stood here, he would have been completely bewitched by her.

Unfortunately, the man named Rupert, who was tied to the chair, didn't buy it at all. He raised his head and looked at the pretentious guy in front of him with disdain.

"It's such a shame your daughter didn't stab you to death!"

Even though he had been hungry for several days, the Rupert man still had some strength left and kept hurling insults at him.

He stopped only after the Rupert man had said all the most vicious words he knew, looking breathless.

The beautiful woman looked at Rupert with a smile on her face. She was not angry at all because of those rude words. Instead, she smiled even more brightly.

"Are you finished?"

The beautiful woman opened her red lips and clapped her hands. The sound echoed back and forth in the empty room.

A man wearing snake-scale armor emerged from the darkness, holding a box in his hand. He bent down and handed the box to the beautiful woman.

"Me! I prepared a gift for you, I hope you like it."

The beautiful woman stood up from her seat, holding the box in her hand, and walked towards the man with graceful steps. Blood was oozing from the bottom of the box in her hand, and the blood was flowing down her arm.

Even with the lid closed, the smell of blood still stubbornly rushed out, along with a light scent of perfume.

When the man who was resting with his head down smelled this smell, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were snarled, his teeth were clenched together, his fists were clenched, and his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh.

"How about you guess what gift I have prepared for you?"

A table was pulled over from the side, and the beautiful woman placed the box on it, casually wiping her blood-stained hands on her body.

Blood continued to seep out of the bottom of the box, as if there was a large blood bag inside. It soon covered the table and dripped down the edge.

Blood splattered on the ground, painting bright plum blossoms on Rupert's leather shoes.

"What? Don't you want to guess?"

Seeing that the man had no intention of speaking, the beautiful woman sighed pretentiously and put her hand on the box: "Since you don't want to guess, I'll tell you directly~"

Hey!

The slender fingers opened the buckle of the box, and the beautiful woman pulled open the lid little by little.

Bang! Ka-la-ka-la!

The man sitting on the chair suddenly jumped up, and the chains on his body made a rattling sound when he pulled them, and then they were stretched straight.

The veins on the man's hands were bulging and his fingers were claw-shaped. Having been hungry for several days, the strength he burst out at this moment was no less than before, and even more than before.

Like a hungry wolf in the wilderness!

"Excited? This is the first time I've seen you angry."

The beautiful woman walked up to Rupert, grabbed a strand of pink hair from the box, and held it under Rupert's nose.

"Your wife is very beautiful and a good archer. My Serpent Scales lost many men trying to capture her."

"What a shame! He was such an outstanding person, but his life was forever frozen at this age."

"Your family is also very cunning. They have scattered all over the place and are in hiding."

After closing the box, the beautiful woman sat on the table and crossed her legs. "For this reason, I even sent them to your territory to look for someone."

clap clap!

Clapping her hands, the beautiful woman summoned the snake scales waiting outside in the same way as before.

The snake scales filed in, each holding a box in their hands. The boxes were all of the same shape, with blood seeping from the bottom, though some had more and some had less.

The smell of blood in the room was so strong that it was terrifying, as if it were a slaughterhouse that had just finished a day's work.

"I kill you!!!"

collapse!

The iron chain made a teeth-grinding sound as the man pulled it, and the nails deeply embedded in the chair were actually pulled out a little by him, and it seemed that he was about to break free.

Just then, a snake-scale came out from the side and punched the Lupo man in the stomach.

The force of this punch was so swift that it forced the Rupert man to sit back in his chair.

"Hehehe!"

The beautiful woman opened her mouth and let out a string of silver bell-like laughter, as if she had seen something interesting. She stretched out her hand and supported the man's chin.

"I never thought that the Marquis, who believed in peace and prosperity, would actually have a day when he wanted to kill people."

"Why don't you take a closer look, Marquis? It seems like someone is missing!"

The beautiful woman forced Rupert's face to turn away, and made him look at the heads that had their eyes open, and asked him to identify them carefully.

Avdotka... okay... okay...

Not seeing his beloved daughter inside, the man's grief was relieved, but seeing the painful expressions on the heads, Rupert's almost exhausted physical strength surged up again.

"What do you want?"

A hoarse voice came out of the man's mouth, and he looked at the beautiful woman with dead eyes.

He lured him here by claiming to be the Duke of Mount Neva, and then imprisoned him, but he asked for nothing in return and did nothing but talk to him every day.

Now she has even "brought" all his relatives to his side. Rupert really has no idea what this woman is trying to do.

"There are so many things I want. There are too many to list. I won't be able to finish talking until dark!"

The beautiful woman whispered the rest of her words into the man's ear: "But what I want most is for you to die here! Die in Dundelk! Die under the name of Duke of Mount Neva!"

After telling the man her plan, the woman jumped off the table and threw the box containing the man's wife's head into his arms.

"I have no grudge against you. Why are you doing this? A marquis died in a foreign land. Aren't you afraid of attracting an investigation by the Internal Security Bureau?"

Shocked by the woman's audacity, Lupo clutched the box tightly in his arms, his palms stained with his lover's blood.

"Isn't that perfect? ​​Once all their attention is focused on Dundelk, I can go about my business!"

"As I recall...your daughter is also in Dundelk, right?"

As if she remembered something, the beautiful woman touched her lips with her finger, like a girl exuding youthfulness.

"What do you want to do!"

"It's nothing. I'm a kind person and I can't bear to see you going on this journey alone, so I'll let her come to accompany you!"

"By the way, meet my daughter who killed her father. It's been several years. I wonder if she has grown up!"

Turning and leaving, leaving only an alluring back, the beautiful woman played with her fingertips, ignoring the angry roar of the man behind her.

"It seems... there's a little guy around me I haven't seen before~"

Volume 3: Chapter 62: Hug me!

Tallulah had forgotten how she got back last night. She had forgotten everything under the street light.

When she came to her senses, she had already returned to the hotel with Talia.

After carrying the drunken Talia into the bathroom, Tallulah took off the soiled clothes on Talia and washed the drunk girl thoroughly.

The red wine had already soaked through Talia's clothes on the way back, and after it dried, it left patterns on her fair body. In order to remove these patterns, Tallulah spent a lot of effort.

After washing Talia, it was already late at night and the hot water in the water heater had long been used up. Tallulah had no choice but to take a quick cold shower and then go to bed.

She slept very peacefully that night.

Unlike her previous fears when she came to the city, she let down her guard and slept comfortably while holding Talia, who had already lost consciousness.

They slept until noon the next day, and then woke up to the dazzling sunlight outside the window.

Talia was wearing only a thin piece of underwear, which she had just bought and had been hanging in the bathroom after washing. Tallulah took it and changed her into it last night.

The sunlight shone on her body and through the quilt, making her feel the long-lost warmth, as if she had returned to Casimir, back to that home.

The bed, the quilt, and the soft teddy bear beside her, that warm feeling all reminded Talia that she was now back to her original home.

Putting her face against the bear's, Talia wanted to pull the bear closer so that she could put her legs on it and let her body get more sun.

But she pulled several times and failed to move the bear. Not only that, the bear even fought back.

"Don't make trouble!"

Muttering, Talia slapped the claws away from her face, turned over and tried to leave, wrapping herself in the quilt and preparing to evacuate.

She pulled the quilt away smoothly, revealing Tallulah in her pajamas on the other side.

Thinking back on Talia's amusing reaction just now, Tallulah, who had already woken up, smiled knowingly.

If I could continue to live like this, it would seem pretty good. Playing with this cute little bird every day would be a great enjoyment in life.

But she was just thinking about it. Now the infected people are in a situation where everyone is condemning them. As a leader, how can she indulge in the gentleness of life?

But...if it's just for a while, it should be okay, right?

Looking at Talia who was wrapped up like a caterpillar, Tallulah's hand, which had just calmed down, began to move again.

Moving her body, she came behind Talia and gently turned the bird, who was in a half-asleep state, over, letting her lie on her back on the bed.

He poked Talia's cheeks with his fingers, deflated her puffed-up face, and repeated this process for quite a while, until Talia opened her eyes hazily.

"Morning~"

Talia yawned and greeted Tallulah from under the covers. Her off-white hair spread out on the pillow, looking incredibly beautiful in the sunlight.

Tallulah was stunned for a moment.

She had seen many beautiful girls in the past ten years, and even more beautiful than Talia, but she had never seen anyone like Talia, whose every move touched her heart.

Her heart beat faster and faster, and she remembered the kiss under the street light last night. Tallulah couldn't help but have an illusion.

Does she... like me?

As soon as this idea appeared, it took root in Tallulah's heart and grew uncontrollably.

No, no, no! How long have they known each other? How could they develop feelings for each other so easily?

Tallulah knows herself very well. Her charm is not yet to the point where people will fall for her at first sight. This child's dependence on her is probably due to his admiration for her strength, right?

But if that's the case, then why doesn't she do that to others? Why does she only do that to herself?

Bringing her fingers to her lips, Tallulah caressed them gently, she could even feel the sticky sensation on them.

That's where Talia was last night.

It's like melted marshmallow, sticky but not offensive.

Or...give it back?

His eyes glanced at Talia's lips, her thin lips were a healthy pink, looking extremely tempting.