After some clouds and rains.

Lance hugged Vasqi, and their breathing was a little rapid.

"You can tell me now, what happened." Lance said gently stroked Vasqi's face.

"I'm so tired." The originally enchanting banshee lay on Lance's chest and said with a hint of tiredness: "Can you say it tomorrow?"

Lance didn't reply, but just thrust his lower body and made Vasqi straighten his waist. A string of numb and exclaimed in her throat.

Vasqi's face flushed again, and she said angrily: "Why are you still so energetic!"

Lance was a little proud: "If you don't say it, then I'll ask you directly about your body."

Now Vasqi could only give in and said, "I know, I said that's it. It's really an enemy."

As he said that, he looked at Lance again.

"Let's talk about what happened to those harps, what does they have to do with you?" Lance's question pointed to the rebellion of the harps. Although this matter has not yet been exposed to the lord or the devil, it is always necessary to settle the war when the war is over.

"I didn't lie, I'm not the same as them." But Vasqi seemed to care little. After thinking about it, she laughed again: "But I know which faction they belong to."

"who?"

"Demon Lord Relton Igusas." The banshee said sly.

"Who?" Lance asked again.

"If you don't believe it, just pretend I didn't say it." The banshee said disrespectfully.

"You mean my father sent them to attack me. Do you think I believe it?" Lance rolled his eyes. It seemed that Vasqi was still lying to him, but the lie was too unprotective.

Vasqi smiled indifferently at Lance's complaint. He lay in Lance's ear and continued to whisper: "Although the Banshee clan is nominally an independent organization other than the six lords, such a rare and single tribe must always rely on the strong to survive in the abyss, and the characteristics of our clan also determine that we cannot exist independently."

This is true. Birdshees and succubus are all female-like veins. They need to use men from other races to complete the reproduction work. The difference is that the banshee tribe will find a male from a foreign race to nurture offspring, while succubus completely follows instinct and reproduces offspring with a group of men.

Children born from these two races are very likely to be female, that is, new banshees or succubus. If they are male, they will be abandoned.

(Some will return it to your biological father, but the banshee group will never adopt male offspring)

"In order to get shelter, it is normal for the banshee to be the "qingren" of the powerhouse, and the leader of the harp, Arafi, was once the "qingren" of your father Reelton."

This is actually nothing. Although Lord Relton only has three wives on the surface, with the reputation of the Demon Lord, no matter how many women who have ever thought of it, Lance still cannot believe that his father sent the banshee to deal with him, because why does he have to deal with him really have to deal with him? And now he has to let Jill save him?

"It's true," Vasqi agreed easily. "After all, it was a long time ago, and the "qingen" did not look like his wife, but it was more like a romantic and confused account when he was young."

"A confidante like this is really a must-have." Lance couldn't help but smile, but when he thought about the serious matter, he became a little serious: "Now, I can think that your tribe is planning to choose me and form an alliance with me, right?"

"Or why do you think I'm waiting for you here?"

"I thought you were fascinated by me and completely conquered by me, right?" Lance teased and reached out and scraped Vasqi's nose.

"That's...that's not." Vasqi showed off, but she already felt that Lance's restless clone had begun to run around in her body.

"Then conquer until you beg for mercy!"

Lance turned over and pressed Vasqi under him, and another battle was fought.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night.
Chapter completed!