MTL - I Like This Dream!-v2 Chapter 28

In the early hours of the night, An Xu tossed and turned in bed, thinking that he would never fall asleep.

Chris said he was divorced...

When did he get engaged to someone!

Time went back to the afternoon when Chris released the bomb casually, and An Xu was blown up on the spot. The sourness of being struck by a thunderbolt from the sky seems to be too shocking when I found out that I had a **** for the first time, and I couldn't react at all for a while. She didn't know how she was sent back in the end. It wasn't until she was about to break up outside the seminary that An Xu suddenly woke up, grabbed Chris's hand and shook it in grief and anger.

"When did you get engaged? Why didn't I know? You didn't tell me!" She accused angrily, "You didn't tell me such a big thing, why did you do that!"

She felt heartbroken, like her best friend marrying a wild man from somewhere without saying a word, An Xu felt like she was betrayed. How could Chris not tell her? Do you even mention it? What about my friend?

"I'm sorry," Chris apologized, "because it's not really important..."

"It doesn't matter?! You are going to marry a stranger I don't know and you haven't mentioned it once!" An Xu was furious, as if she found out that her best friend was pregnant, and then said lightly, "Oh, I'm married, but the details Don't care", too much, too much!

"I'm not married, I was divorced." Chris comforted.

An Xu was not comforted at all, and she immediately felt another kind of anger, going towards the stranger in waves. break off an engagement? Why? Chris is so handsome, he can go to the living room and go to the kitchen, he can handle needlework and beat hooligans, he is gentle, patient and good-natured, a civil servant with lofty ideals, such a perfect person, he doesn't dislike you, how dare you dislike him? An Xu was full of the urge to roll up his sleeves to copy the guy, and wanted to squirt at that blind guy, and it would be best if he could hit him directly.

Seeing that her face was puffed up with anger, Chris touched her head comfortingly, and said with a wry smile, "I can't blame him entirely, I was injured before..."

"Damn it, you got hurt and he quit the engagement?!" An Xu's voice suddenly rose, "Why do you keep this kind of scum? Is it for ancestor worship during the Chinese New Year?"

Chris hesitated for a moment, and when he met Anxu's indignant eyes, he felt warm in his heart, and it seemed that it was not so hard to say.

"I was seriously injured, and although I received treatment, I still had sequelae." He paused, "I can't have children."

An Xu felt himself struck by lightning again.

She began to think about whether she had chosen the thunderbolt field clearing effect for the sake of being cool, which caused her to be struck by the mysterious unfolding of the dream twice in three days. Put it in a background similar to the Middle Ages, how can you immediately discover "infertility"? Could it be that…

"Uh, because... what, badly damaged or something?" she said cautiously.

"Yes." Chris admitted frankly.

Chris killed the wolves and returned to the temporary team that cleaned up the nearby village, but there were no healers there. If the healers who are on standby for the nobles and who serve the gods do not leave the church, if they can be easily dispatched, so many people will not die every year in the beast tide. The spontaneously organized people bandaged him and took care of him. Chris was delirious with a high fever several times, and finally relied on his strong self-healing power to survive until the arrival of the healer.

The treatment came too late, his internal organs were severely damaged by the wolves' attack, and he was infected with a high fever when he recovered. Even though the healing ability allowed him to recover without worrying about being weak and sick and losing combat effectiveness, serious sequelae had already been caused: his life Impossible to conceive life.

…It made An Xu think that it was the uterus that was wrong with Chris, and she never thought that there was such a thing in her little friend's body.

At that time, the only thing that echoed in An Xu's mind was a bold title: The little friend was injured and became a eunuch, how can I comfort him, urgent, wait online!

Her cautious and mournful expression was too obvious, Chris smiled at her, waved goodbye to her without saying anything. An Xu struggled with this huge shock for most of the day, but he still couldn't come up with a solution.

An Xu had a **** in his dream, and he hasn't used it yet, but secretly looking forward to using it. How many people in the world can experience the feeling of phantom limbs becoming physical crime tools? Even if it's a one-time use, you have to try it once. She thought that she would be very frustrated when she lost the crime tool before using it. Thinking about it with her heart, it must be even more sad that the props that Chris brought could not be used.

Not only physical damage, but mental damage as well. In reality, there are more or less people who associate **** size and durability with masculinity. Sexual incompetence and eunuchs are regarded as serious insults. In this place where the differences in ABO status are even more disparate, ghosts believe that the situation will get better. An Xu wants to say that the X ability is not an important thing. You can see that the martial arts of the **** is higher than that of the Ouchi guard, because the time wasted on piston movement is used in a place that is more conducive to human progress! …is this example really comforting?

An Xu racked his brains, trying to find an inspirational story about becoming a hero without Tintin. Well, when it comes to achievements without Tintin, I think of the Sunflower Book, the invincible East, Yue Buqun, Zuo Lengchan, Lin Pingzhi, no, no, no good people. An Xu then thought of Sima Qian, who was written and eunuched and eunuched in high school. He became a great historian with a long history without Tintin. This seems to be a play?

The problem of professionalism has been settled for the time being, and the remaining troubles are in life. Chris was divorced, could it be said that the news of his **** injury has spread? It's too unkind to break off an engagement when someone is hurt, not to mention that An Xu knows Chris well, ninety-nine percent of the time he got hurt because of others. Boy, you were unexpectedly slapped in the face by your fiancee and divorced, which means that you are a template for the protagonist at first glance, and having no heroine is just a trivial matter! Ah, I don’t even use this old stalk anymore at a certain point...

It's too much. When the fiancé was injured, he immediately broke off the engagement. What was the reason for the engagement in the first place? Isn't it because you like the other person? An Xu thought again indignantly. Although disharmony in X life is one of the important reasons for marriage disharmony, but X life is not impossible without penis! According to the unpopular knowledge I have read before: the source of men's pleasure is not penis, but the prostate gland buried deep in the body; women's pleasure is not in the body, but in the protruding part, so there is love and technology Don't be afraid at all! Hey, thinking about it this way, female A and male O are actually very scientific hahahahaha!

An Xu covered his face, feeling that even he was not heartless enough to say to Chris, "It's fine to be **** if you can't be fucked".

When we met the next day, An Xu looked like a little raccoon with a pair of huge dark circles under his eyes. Chris looked at her face and burst out laughing, much more relaxed than she looked.

The words of reassurance she had prepared could not be said to those peaceful blue eyes. Such a good person, she thought, such a good person, even unintentional words should not hurt him. An Xu hugged Chris' arm as if nothing had happened, and said, "I'll take you to play today!"

They went to the market to buy snacks to fill their stomachs, and then returned to the hotel where Chris was temporarily staying. Ann bought a room with a queen-size bed for a few hours, and dragged Chris to sleep. "I'll show you something good tonight!" She squeezed her eyes and said, "If you don't sleep now, you will lose energy later."

She rolled on the bed, rolled to the side next to the wall, patted the position beside her, and signaled Chris to sleep. This little alpha's way of thinking is really a puzzle. She didn't notice the innkeeper's frown when he saw that they didn't have rings on their hands, nor did he notice Chris's indescribable expression, his eyes full of expectation, like a child inviting friends participate summer camp. Chris used his second ability on her for a long time, and he was really open-minded again.

He sighed and fell asleep next to the girl.

After a while, Ann fell asleep. Her pale blond curls fell to her shoulders and lay like satin on the bed. She hadn't trimmed it after that, and the hair that grew longer was different from the exquisite elegance of the aristocratic lady when they first met. Some places were long and some places were short, curly and uninhibited, full of wild feeling. Her mouth was slightly open, and her petal-like pink lips opened and closed slightly with her breath, blowing a lock of hair away, drawing it closer, blowing it away, drawing it closer. Chris smiled silently and pushed the lock of hair out of her way.

Chris wanted to close his eyes for a while, but finally fell asleep for some reason. When he woke up from his nap, he found a warm mass curled up in his arms. I don't know how An can sleep well, but she actually sleeps out of the quilt. She wrapped Chris tightly, and she was being rolled out, holding Chris tremblingly, trying to get into the heat source, her face was deformed (the little face is so soft, Chris couldn't help it) squeezed). Chris got away carefully, rolled the quilt back on Ann's body, the girl slowly stretched out, clicked her mouth, and drool drool in sleep.

Almost like a small animal, Chris thought, brushing her hair, and his heart softened.

It was already night when they left the hotel, and An Xu made up for the insomnia of the previous night with a return to the cage, revived with full blood, full of energy. They left the market after dinner, and Anxu took Chris by the hand and led him up the mountain.

The destination was not the seminary, they went into the woods. Under the weak sky, the branches and leaves of tall trees cast heavy shadows on the ground, An Xu drilled into the forest path familiarly, holding him tightly all the way. They kept climbing up, and soon Chris gave up remembering the direction of travel, and Ann seemed to know the way with her eyes closed, like a forest resident who only returned home.

After an unknown amount of time, they came to a clearing. An let go of him, opened his arms, and said proudly: "It's here, my secret base!"