"Ms. Shiloai Asni?"

Dagon came to the door, knocked on the door gently, and the door opened itself. Behind the door was a living room, with a large wool carpet on the ground, and a coffee table and sofa next to it. Moonlight and starlight sneaked in from the balcony opposite the living room, and the wind blew the red curtains. A white long gauze skirt leaned on the sofa, and a red chest support with a harness lay lazily on the carpet, and there was a suspicious white lace head next to it, with three or four thin ropes on it.

Next to the living room is the bedroom, with a wooden door that only has decorative meaning. The smell of sandalwood wafts out from the bedroom, which is burning with some kind of wood that can be used as a spice. It creates a forest atmosphere, but the smell is too strong, giving people a feeling of being in a primitive, old and dangerous jungle surrounded by twisted trees and rotten moss, and leaves that are dense and dense.

A moan came from the bedroom, followed by the sound of a cup falling on the carpet. When we arrived at the door, we saw a luxurious bed with four pillars and canopy. The velvet curtain was completely lifted up, and an elf woman was hiding in the bedding. On the ground, on the table and on the stool, there were dozens of parchment paper scattered, all of which were strange and mysterious black patterns, mostly runes and magic circles.

Dagon asked again. A long pink-white hair released from the velvet quilt, and then a snow-white arm was released. It was a beautiful arm, like a snake, a lotus root, and a bit like moonlight. The pink-white hair shook, accompanied by a whimpering moan. The arm seemed to want to support the body, but it ended before it even started trying.

"Ms. Shiloai? Come and help me." Dagon raised his voice, his voice full of sincere anxiety.

Another moan, then the bedding moved for a while, and more pink and white hair was exposed. "Rabb, do you want it again? Have you brought me wine?"

"No, I brought a Jiangu people who were poisoned by Chimera and needed your treatment. He was almost dead."

Under her long pink and white hair, a pair of slender eyes with red eyeshadows were exposed. I don’t know how many days she hadn’t looked in the mirror. Her eyeshadows had long been dissipated by the tears of sleeping, and her long false eyelashes were hung tilted to one side. It was clearly at night, and she seemed to be unable to open her eyes. She had to cover her forehead with a white snake-like arm, which exposed a slit to her vision. She tilted her head to the side, and said in a very dissatisfied and secretly angry hoarse voice:

"I don't want dwarves, I want wine. God kills you, spells won't mess up your mind, right?"

"No wine, I only brought light wine. If you're thirsty, it can be used to quench your thirst."

“Okay.”

The second white snake crawled out to help the female elf pull out of the quilt and sit up. Her neck was beautiful, her shoulders and collarbone were also pretty, and the large body exposed after losing the quilt was blocked was quite attractive. She rubbed her eyes with one hand and reached out to Dagon with the other. One person did not want to cover her body, and the other person did not want to look away.

It is very important to carry and preserve enough water during long trips. Sometimes it is impossible to always have the chance to boil the water, so the light (water) wine with alcohol added is a pretty good thirst-quenching drink. The elf took the water bag that had pulled out the plug and faced it to her mouth. A little yellow light wine was squeezed out of the water bag by her hands and poured into her thirsty throat. Some of them overflowed from the crystal pink lips, along her chin, neck, and over her collarbone, and continued to flow downward.

"The quilt is wet," said Dagon. "Can you get up and save people?"

"Get up? I really don't want to get up." The elf flipped his wrist and shook the water bag, lifted the quilt with his other hand and stood up. She couldn't be considered naked, because there was a two-finger-wide golden ring in the middle of her left thigh, decorated with silver wire and rubies, and the elf-toned "Siloai Asnirel" was engraved in the middle of the complicated patterns.

The other leg without a golden ring is not naked. It has a black velvet ankle cover on the ankle and is decorated with rubies, but its function is unknown. Could it be used to fix the socks? Dagon was puzzled, but he confirmed two points. First, the elf was the "Shiloai Asni" he was looking for. At that time, the name was not fully heard; second, she wore two clothes, so she was not considered naked.

"Thank you for the water, it's not good to drink, really." Shiloai rubbed his temples and looked out the window with hazy eyes. "Who are you? Is the count injured?"

"I am Dagon O'Neil. Earl, under the stairs on the first floor, he is in a bad state, but certainly not as good as the student of the elite academy." Dagon observed the elf's body with an admiring look, calculating her arm span, flexibility, explosiveness and endurance. "After all, drunk and secret room mind, Beechmera's acid poison is safer."

"A fool is going to find Chimera?" Shiloai frowned slightly and slapped the water bag on the brocade quilt. The light wine spilled out and flowed down the sheet. The elf finally opened her eyes. She looked at Dagon up and down, sighed, and yawned with her hands covering her mouth.

Wait, are you sure you need to block your yawn with your hands? It seems that that is the least blocking position on your body now.

"What did you say?"

"I said nothing."

"No, you said it, from your eyes, it's probably not a good thing." Shiloai walked out of bed. She was over 1.7 meters tall and a little slender, but that kind of toned slimness was hidden under the delicate skin. Dagon thought of frogs, and Luciga had baked it for him some time ago, which was quite delicious. He immediately found that he shouldn't think of this thing.

Shiloai seemed to be able to tell whether it was good or bad from his eyes. She raised her hand and a pink light radiated between her fingers. Dagon seemed to see the snake spit out a letter and then flew towards his forehead. He immediately stretched out his hand to pinch the snake. His hands were fast enough and accurate enough, but the snake was just a phantom, sending through his palms like a ghost and drilling into his brain. Dagon was stunned for a moment, and he didn't feel any discomfort.

"Put Hakata...the dwarf on your shoulder on the sofa outside the house and slap the face." Shiloae bent down to Dagon, and began to look for clothes under the bed.

Dagon's nose was hot, and he suspected that it was the effect of the spell. He looked away and pinched his nose hard, and felt much better. He carried the poisoned dwarf Hakata - finally knowing his name - to the living room and lay it flat on the sofa. Hakata's breath was already very weak, and he opened his eyelids and his eyes were a little distracted. Dagon raised his slap and asked, "How to slap in the face, which side of the face?"

"Rotate left and right, pull hard!"

There was a squirting sound from inside the bedroom, and there was a crackling sound of slapping outside the bedroom. After about forty or fifty mouths, Shiloai walked out in a silk pajamas that were interspersing with red and white, watching Dagon beat the wounded in shock.

"Stop! Why are you beating him?"

"You're going to beat him up," said Dagon. "It works very well. He seems to be more awake."

Shiloai raised his right hand and shook it in the air, then swung forward, shooting a pink band of light towards Bodo. The dwarf who had just woken up briefly and had a bruised nose and swollen eyes turned and fell back into a coma. Then Shiloai pinched his waist with both hands and looked at Dagon slightly.

"Slap yourself in the face."

"Why?" Dagon scratched his beard and shook his head.

"You actually resisted my spell?" Shiloai looked at Dagon carefully and was silent for a while, and finally said: "You did not use defensive spells, and even tried to grab them with your hands. It was so stupid. But after being hit by the spell, it seemed that it was not affected. This was incredible and worth studying."

"I was not unaffected. My nose was a little hot just now."

Dagon immediately realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing again. The elf's lips closed together, but through the slight changes in her facial muscles, she could surely bit her teeth secretly. Shiloae hugged her arms in front of her chest, squeezing her pajamas deformed, and she also observed Dagon's expression with a smile.

"What did you see just now?"

Dagon scratched his head, thinking he could not say the wrong thing anymore. "I saw a respected spellcaster who used magical spells to heal the wounded. This spellcaster seemed to have learned martial arts, and I noticed that there were calluses on her hands and feet, and that was..."

"You can even tell that I have practiced dancing? Then you really watched it too carefully!"

Dagon waved his hand quickly and explained: "It's not that dance, but martial, the martial arts that use weapons."

"No difference." Shiloai raised his hands, like a snake dancing in front of him, twisting the chaotic dance. Her ten fingers swirled into complex postures, and the magic power surged around her body. Dagon was very nervous, and he had the idea of ​​robbing the door in his mind for a moment. The next moment, he was considering whether to take the initiative to attack and knock down the caster with one punch.

But if she is defeated, who will treat her dwarf compatriots?

At this moment, the pink light curtain enveloped Dagon, and the changing colors blurred his eyes. His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and his fists were clenched and loosened. The light blurred his eyes for a few seconds, and then removed. Shiloai used his middle finger and ring finger to lift the hair on the forehead, gently wiped away the fragrant sweat, and slowly let out a sigh of relief.

"What do you remember?" she asked.

"Forgot everything." Dagon replied immediately.

"Love." Hiloai tentatively.

"How did you see that?" Dagon stomped his feet, tugging his beard in anger. "Is my flaw so big?"

"God kills you, you are still not affected? What is your mind? Are there rocks underground?"

"There is a brain inside, can it be something else?" Dagon shook his head and said, "Ms. Shiloai, I know I made you hate. But I rushed over and took a lot of verbal talk and fisted at people, not to make you hate, but to save my compatriots. Please tell me how he is. If there is no problem, I will leave now and roll out--if it can make you feel a little better."
Chapter completed!