In my heart, I greeted the ancestors of the 18th generation of assassins. I have seen those who engage in suicide attacks, those who use beauty tricks, and I have never seen those who sneak up in the middle of the night to help others perform castration operations!
ah-
A picture popped up in my mind involuntarily.
Fifty years later, I am very old, and I am sitting on a rocking chair with a cattail fan, surrounded by some urchins. With a nostalgic look on my face, I told them:
"Then, on that night, I slept with three women and He Yue. Suddenly, a female assassin descended from the sky. That night, there was no wind, no rain, no moon and no stars. What a beautiful night, I On that night, the virgin hat was completely removed."
Then, with the envious expressions of the children, he sat up in shock while dying, slapped the rocking chair, and shouted hysterically:
"Turned into a girl!"
No, don't!
This is too miserable! Why on earth is there such a development!
Damn it, don't underestimate me, watch me put you—
I was about to fight back when I suddenly found that I had been fixed from head to toe by four sleeping guys.
Got it! It's an ambush from friendly forces!
When the assassin's knife was still more than ten centimeters away from my vital parts, I previewed several possible scenes in my mind.
The first one is to slap her away with one palm. Depending on the situation, she should smash into the opposite wall. How much she sinks depends on how much strength I use. But when I slap this palm, all four people present will definitely wake up, gather together to admire my heroic appearance, and then find out, oh, it turns out that the city lord is so strong, and the story of the city lord touching fish is over.
No, no, I don't want that kind of future either!
The second is to turn over to avoid the thorn, to avoid its sharp edge, and to see the aftereffect. Having said that, it is not easy to dodge this blow, and the assassin is obviously not an ordinary person, so this knife is very difficult to avoid. Turning over too much will also wake up the people around, which is still difficult to deal with.
I can't fight or hide, seeing that the assassin's knife is only a few centimeters away from my happiness for the rest of my life, I gritted my teeth, felt my heart slump, and suddenly pulled away from the hand that Aleya was gently holding.
Compared with the arm held tightly by Felita's plump chest, the hand held by Alaya is obviously easier to break free.
Then, when the assassin girl didn't expect it, I suddenly lifted the quilt, put my arms around her waist, and hugged her in my arms. The knife then stabbed sideways, rubbed my thigh and sank into the mattress, even pierced the mattress, and the blade pierced into the ground.
I cursed in my heart, if she really stabs me down, I will definitely face the end of chicken flying eggs.
The feeling of gratitude that the stabbing made me only lasted for a moment, and the assassin's head hit my head with a bang.
The moment the forehead collided, I seriously doubted that this person had practiced Iron Head Kungfu.
Thinking carefully about her habit of issuing notices before the assassination, I felt relieved.
This person is indeed a top iron!
But the problem is that at the moment when the forehead collided, apart from the pain in my eyes, I clearly felt the soft touch from my lips.
It's as if the cherry blossoms in April fall from the tree and fall into the wine cup, but I don't pay attention to it, and my lips accidentally touch each other while drinking.
That sense of surprise—
And a heart full of "Fuck!!"
The assassin obviously didn't expect it. After this moment, he didn't make any movement at all, and let me hug him with his body tense.
I hastily covered the quilt, and the next moment, Alaya woke up.
This, what is this called.
At this moment, I am lying on my back. With Baihuang's legs on his shoulders, Felita hugging his right arm, Heyue's two legs for pillows, and Alaiya lying on the left, this scene was bad enough. But now, there was a cold and formidable short knife stuck in the inner thigh, and there was a petite, quiet and dangerous assassin in his arms.
Alaya asked softly:
"Master?"
This is already how many times she called me tonight.
I figured it would be difficult to pretend to be asleep this time, so I opened my eyes and asked wearily:
"What's wrong?"
Alaya said softly:
"It's okay. I just heard voices..."
I deliberately pretended to be sleepy, yawned, and said:
"Just turned over. Go to sleep."
The assassin lay obediently on my chest, I don't know if she hasn't woken up from the unexpected kiss just now, or she is unwilling to stir up trouble in such a scene. Since I intend to help her cover up, she also intends to cooperate with me, allowing me to hug my petite body, hold my breath, and make no sound at all.
Her body was very cold.
I guess she probably stayed outside for several hours, and her night clothes are very thin, and she has been frozen in the cold wind for so long, like a popsicle thrown into the ice cellar. But it happened that my body was too hot, and when she leaned against me, I actually felt a cool and comfortable feeling, and couldn't help but hug me a little tighter.
Wait, what's with this enigmatic sense of immorality.
It's like having a good time with the mistress in front of the original partner, and there is a hint of excitement in the tension.
Alaya nodded, but then said:
"The young master seems to be... fat?"
Fuck!
I looked up and found that as expected, although the assassin was very petite, there was still a big difference between two people stacking up and sleeping under a quilt. I said to Alaya with a little luck:
"Is there? Maybe it's because I ate too much at night and my stomach is bulging. Look, I'll just take a breath."
After speaking, I exhaled the air in my lungs, tightened the muscles in my abdomen, and then exerted a little force to hug the assassin even tighter. I don’t know if the assassin understood what I meant, or if she wanted to get more warmth from me. In short, she wrapped her arms around my waist, and buried her cold face deeply in my chest, letting me Get closer to her.
As a result, the bloated quilt suddenly shrunk a lot.
"This, this way..."
Alaya blushed and said something. I was wondering why she had such a reaction, then I looked up in the direction of her gaze, and I understood.
At this moment, although the assassin and I have become one, the exposed handle of the knife is still standing proudly under my crotch, propping up the quilt very high. It just looks like...
No, Alayah, let me explain!
Aleya closed her eyes, lay back on the pillow, and rolled over without looking at me.
The others were not too sensitive to the sound and did not wake up. Bai Huang snored, scratched her stomach with a silly smile, and turned over again.
Felita was still sleeping soundly in my arms.
He Yue didn't change her posture from beginning to end.
Everything is quiet.
I want to tell myself, just pretend nothing happened.
But the remaining temperature and touch on my lips, as well as the assassin hugging me like a sloth, are telling me that this is real and this is not a dream.
This is how to do ah…