Chapter 193 It Is Impossible for People to Have Any Thoughts About Idiots (41k)

Chapter 193 People can't have ideas about idiots (4.1k)

After a few breaths, Luo En slapped his forehead and suddenly realized.

"Meat compensation? No problem, how well do you like it? I'll grill it for you right now!"

As he said this, he walked out of the tent with great righteousness.

However, as soon as he lifted the curtain, a white jade-like hand pressed on Luo En's shoulder, making him unable to move.

"No need to bother, I like it ready-made."

Accompanied by warm breath, the lazy and ambiguous whisper entered his ear canal, bringing a tingling sensation.

At the same time, a swallowing sound of the throat moving came from behind.

"Gurgle~"

The beautiful head approached the back of a disciple's neck inch by inch, the breath became heavier, and the rolling pink tongue scraped across the somewhat dry cherry lips, leaving a moist luster in the dark.

She was really hungry...

But facing such an ambiguous scene, there was no sensuality in Lorne's heart.

On the contrary, he subconsciously tensed all his muscles, his heart beat like a heavy drum, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

——It was a stress response from a biological source.

Just like a little white mouse, being stared at by a poisonous snake in the dark, it instinctively went on alert and wanted to escape.

However, the arm on his shoulder seemed to be heavier than a thousand pounds, making it difficult for Lorne to move. He could only watch helplessly as the shadow behind him kept approaching... approaching...

"Hua La!"

Just as the two figures in the tent were about to fit together completely, the tightly closed curtain was suddenly opened, and a figure stumbled in between the two, pushing Hecate away from behind, and directly fell on Lorne.

"Good...good wine, drink! I want more!"

Asteria?

Looking at the goddess of justice who was rummaging around in his arms and mumbling a few words from time to time.

Lorne was stunned at first, then he had an idea and quickly helped the blond drunkard up with a look of reproach.

"I told you not to drink so much. Look at you, you are still running around drunk. Come on, I will take you back to rest."

As he said, Lorne lifted the curtain and took a step forward pretending to be calm.

Forward, unimpeded.

After leaving the door of the tent, Lorne immediately carried the drunk Astraia and rushed to the tent of the goddess of justice.

The two figures of a man and a woman gradually disappeared in the thick night, and the cold wind poured into the room through the fluttering curtain.

"Pah!"

The purple-haired goddess in thin clothes raised her hands and slapped her hot cheeks, rubbing them hard to awaken the reason in her heart.

Damn it, it was all because of those four idiots on the sea, causing her to use up a lot of [Origin].

Otherwise, she wouldn't have lost her composure like this.

Hecate raised her head, looking at the night sky with unusually bright stars through a crack on the top of the tent that had been cut at some point, her purple eyes narrowed slightly, feeling a little depressed and unhappy.

Moreover, it was in front of [her].

Then, the purple-haired goddess sighed, trying to cool down a certain desire in her body, muttering in a low voice.

Forget it, what's happening now is not important.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer...

It has only been watered five times, and the fruit is not yet truly ripe...

But...

However, before she could comfort herself, Hecate could not help licking her dry lips, with a trace of unwillingness and resentment in her eyes.

He smells so good...

~~

At the same time, in front of the embers of the fire.

That was close!

Lorne glanced at the tent behind him shrouded in the night, and couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't know what kind of madness that woman was going on, his instinct told him:

Hecate was very dangerous at that time, the farther away from that woman, the better!

Fortunately, Astraea appeared in time, otherwise, that woman might really eat him alive.

But there is still a problem.

How did Astraea get in? Didn't she just go to bed before?

And, if I remember correctly, there was Hecate's power around the tent?

Could it be that...

Lorne muttered in his heart and subconsciously turned his eyes to the side.

"Good wine, drink! Keep drinking!"

At this moment, a drunk figure stood up like a corpse and shouted loudly.

Then, before Lorne could react, he suddenly felt a dark spot in front of his eyes, and his breathing was a little sluggish.

Because the two [Fruits of Justice] had completely blinded his eyes.

"Another pot!"

A certain goddess of justice had a dazed look in her eyes, and she hugged the "large wine pot" next to her like an octopus, caressing it lovingly.

At the same time, her drunken and rosy face rubbed up and down against the smooth and slender bottle, and her hazy drunken eyes were filled with hearty obsession.

"Yes! Yes!"

Seeing that he could not resist, Lorne quickly untied the wine bag from his waist and stuffed it into the drunkard who was touching him.

After getting what he wanted, Astraia, who was already drunk, revived again, and could not wait to grab the wine bag and drink it wildly.

As the strong alcohol surged up, the steps of the goddess of justice became more staggering, and she could hardly walk.

Lorne had no choice but to hold up the stubborn goddess of justice and try to drag her to his tent.

But it seems that because of the alcohol bug, this guy did not forget to pull out the cork while walking even when being dragged, and took a few sips of the full pot of wine from time to time.

While dodging the splashing wine in the wine bag, Loen also had to control Astraia who was running around. In the end, he spent a lot of effort to drag the drunk and dead goddess of justice to the tent.

"Okay, we are at the doorstep, and you have finished the wine. Why don't you put down this empty wine bag?"

As he opened the curtain, Loen's eyes touched the empty wine bag that Astraia held in her arms like a treasure. He couldn't help but scolded with a dark face. He took the empty wine bag from the drunkard's arms and threw it accurately into the grass on the side of the road. He felt much more comfortable.

Although he is the god of wine, he has never liked excessive drinking.

"Wine! My wine!"

However, the drunkard noticed that the treasure in his arms was missing, and immediately held down the culprit and searched around.

Finally, after looking around, his blurry drunken eyes fixed on a narrow top and wide bottom, slender object, his blue eyes sparkled, and he immediately pounced on it excitedly.

"Big one, here's a big one!"

Mumbling happily and vaguely, a certain goddess of justice who was completely lost in alcohol, hugged the "wine" that she had lost and found in her arms, and seemed to have a lot of it. She couldn't help but lean over and rubbed her ears with joy.

Suddenly, Lorne, who was thrown to the ground, forcibly pulled away the head that had drilled into his chest and rubbed it around. With a dark face, he shook it repeatedly for several rounds until the brain inside was shaken evenly, and even the sound of waves could be vaguely heard. Only then did he let go and complained unhappily.

"Hey, hey, hey! Astraea, what's that look in your eyes? Look carefully! I'm a human! Not your wine jug!"

Stare~~

The goddess of justice tried to open her blue eyes wide, and looked at the slender object that protested under her with confusion.

Stare again~~

Gradually, bursts of light appeared in the depths of her pupils, and her flushed face suddenly understood.

"Hmm, it can... it can talk? It must be even better! I want to try it!"

Immediately, amid the excited cheers, a drunkard whose brain had been shaken up stretched out a claw like a clamp to fix the bottleneck, while the other claw groped upwards, while buried his head and flared his nostrils, sniffing around, intending to open the seal as soon as possible and drink heartily.

What was even worse was that the hands were still not honest, constantly groping in the dark, as if trying to find the "open the lid and drink" part, and pull out the "cork" of the "flask".

"Take your hands away, don't scratch my face!"

"Idiot, why are you touching down?! Stop it!"

"Saliva, saliva is flowing on my clothes!"

For a moment, Lorne, who was molested in the tent, was in a hurry to deal with Astraea's restless claws.

However, I don’t know if it was because of the alcohol bug or because the brain was shaken, no matter how many times Loen separated this drunkard, Astraea still pounced on him again, with an unsatisfied look, pressing on a certain wine god, intoxicatedly inhaling the rich aroma of wine from this "large wine pot"

"One sip! Just let me drink one sip!"

This character is definitely the real one. It’s no wonder that he got up from the bed and walked all the way to my bedroom.

How could I associate this woman with the one on the island? What a brain-wrecking!

In the tent, after struggling for several times, Lorne chose to let this piece of sticky candy on his body go crazy. He protected the part above his head and neck with his hands, clamped his legs together, and finally dragged Astraia with great effort and got up from the ground.

A certain god of wine who was exhausted, with a drained expression on his face, swore secretly with no desire to live.

Kill me, I will never drink with this idiot again!

"Good wine... delicious..."

And Astraia, who was hanging on the "wine bottle" like a koala, hugged Lorne's neck with both hands, burping from time to time, as if she had just drunk a lot and was quite satisfied.

Cheers to the void, right? I lost to you...

Seeing Astraia's character, Lorne was speechless.

Among the people he knew, he had never met anyone with such a bad drinking habit.

"Bang!"

Finally, he stumbled to the bed, and Lorne, relieved, pulled Astraia down and threw her onto the bed.

But due to the entanglement along the way, the strong smell of alcohol had already stained Lorne all over.

Depressed, he had to use the Sea Protection to clean himself and his clothes from the outside to the inside, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, it's you? Lorne... En?"

At this moment, Astraia seemed to be awakened by the surge of magic power. She sat up from the bed, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and she muttered closer.

"Why... why are you in my room?"

"Of course it's because I want to take you back!" Lorne rolled his eyes and complained to Astraia while tidying up the messy things in the tent.

"Okay, quickly enter meditation sleep to sober up. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"No!"

However, just as Loen was about to go out, the half-drunk and half-awake Astraea, as if stimulated, grabbed the figure in front of him, and quickly threw the god of wine on the bed, sniffing him intoxicatedly.

"Hmm, so fragrant... It's the smell I like...!"

While mumbling vaguely, the goddess of justice's nostrils twitched, her eyes sparkled, her rosy cheeks were flushed with a silly smile, and she slowly approached.

To be fair, apart from her carefree personality, this second-generation goddess of justice is top-notch in both figure and appearance.

And as two heavy [Fruits of Justice] swept over.

Loen, who had been teased for several times, couldn't help but feel dazed, and a wisp of indescribable... charming and reverie arose in his heart...

His tent was still occupied by Hecate, and he definitely couldn't go back after that incident.

Actually, the bed in the magic travel tent he prepared was quite big.

At this moment, the moist lips above were delicate and charming, like crystal and delicious jelly.

Three inches... two inches... one inch...

The beautiful head hovered, and the goddess, who was usually carefree, shed her usual carefree personality, held Lorne's cheek, her eyes were intoxicated, her chest was trembling, and her lips and teeth were moving several times, wanting to speak but stopping.

The slightly drunk face reflected in his eyes, and Lorne's heartbeat accelerated a bit.

Finally, the throat of the goddess of justice surged, and she opened her mouth to pour out the voice that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Burp~!"

In an instant, accompanied by a thunderous hum, a smell of sour food and wine mixed with the smell of wine started from the stomach, passed through the esophagus, passed through the throat, and sprayed into Lorne's mouth and nose face to face.

...

In an instant, Loen's face turned from red to green, from green to blue, and finally from blue to black. Veins burst out on his forehead, wriggling under the skin like a mad earthworm. His tense facial muscles twitched violently, and his blood pressure went straight to his brain.

I TM...

After taking several deep breaths, Loen resisted the urge to kill the gods, pushed away Astraea who was pressing on him, rushed out of the tent, and washed himself from inside to outside three times with the power of the ocean.

He is not clean anymore...

After a flushing from the body to the soul, Loen returned to the bedroom and looked at the bed.

At this time, Astraea, who had abused him, was sleeping soundly on the bed like a dead pig, riding on the pillow, smacking her lips from time to time, and making vague dreams.

"Wine... um... good wine... another sip..."

Loen lowered his eyelids and stuffed the goddess of justice lying on the bed expressionlessly.

That rough and straightforward look was like a master who had been killing fish for twenty years in RT-Mart, facing a fish that had just been caught on the chopping board.

No matter how the other party struggled, his body and mind had already been as cold as the knife in his hand.

Because before drinking, Astraia's IQ was barely passing,

After drinking, her IQ had been successfully downgraded to a negative number.

And people can't have any ideas about idiots.

After doing all this, Luo En turned around and went out without hesitation, without a trace of nostalgia.

By the way, in order to prevent this drunkard from running out and harming others again, he also deliberately added a ban on the door.

The breeze from the sea blew, and the aftertaste on his body seemed to have not dissipated yet.

No, wash it again!

The just abused god of wine, with a psychological shadow area of ​​100 kilometers, decisively rushed to the beach, plunged into the surging sea water, restrained his breath and sank, ready to soak in the water all night tonight to get rid of the smell.