Endless Debt.

Chapter 441 Strange Relationship
Palmer staggered out of the room and sat down on the deck chair on the terrace. The wind source highland was very cold in the morning, and the thin mist permeated the wilderness, like pale white cobwebs covering the earth.

The air was fresh and humid, with a slight sense of coldness. Palmer wrapped the blanket tightly around his body, leaned back on the recliner, and enjoyed this moment of tranquility.

Palmer has always felt that Fengyuan Heights is a very suitable place for retirement. Unlike the extremely developed industrialization of Oath City Opus, it still maintains an ancient temperament, and you can taste the breath of nature with every breath. In the city of oaths, Opals, Palmer would only be coughed by the industrial exhaust.

When he first entered Oath City Opals, it was a difficult time for Palmer. Fortunately, there were extremely novel things appearing every day, and Palmer gradually forgot about these bad things.

"It feels so good to be home..."

Palmer murmured, like a dog that has been wandering for many years, returning to his beloved den. It may be very simple and extremely messy, but here you can let go of all guards and feel the peace of mind.

"Huh? Woke up so early, Palmer."

A familiar voice sounded from the bedroom behind him, and the peace and tranquility on Palmer's face instantly shattered, and he became nervous uncomfortably.

Palmer has always been curious about how Woxilin did it. Every time she took a step, her footsteps were soft, as if she was wary of an advancing predator.

Woxilin came to the terrace and stretched her body. Under the loose pajamas, the flesh color was looming, like a stretched wild cat.

Because she just woke up, Wo Xilin's eyes were a little blurred, and the stern temperament on her body softened a lot.

"Move it."

Woxilin stretched out her hand and patted Palmer's head. Palmer was very reluctant, but still turned sideways on the recliner. Wuxilin squeezed in with great effort, grabbed Palmer's blanket and covered her body, and took advantage of the situation Putting her arms around Palmer's head, people don't know whether she is going to kiss Palmer or have a friendly naked twist.

Naked twist?

Palmer's body trembled involuntarily, and some bad memories emerged from his mind uncontrollably.

In the last picture of last night's memory, Woxilin hugged herself affectionately, and strangled herself faintly by the way.

Due to the blockage of his neck and throat, Palmer fell into short-term suffocation, coupled with insufficient blood supply to the brain, the whole person was still in shock.

Palmer couldn't remember what happened next. He was dragged around in the corridor like a corpse. Vorcelin seemed to be still saying something to him, which should be some angry words.

Thinking about it, even though I have been communicating with Woxilin on the phone, I seldom mentioned the meeting, just like a pen pal who has never met, Palmer can talk freely on the phone, but when we meet, he He became extremely flustered again, not daring to look into Woxilin's eyes.

Why is this so?
Palmer couldn't figure it out. When he left Fengyuan Heights, everything was still so beautiful. He was going to a new world, and he had a girlfriend, even though it was Woxilin who proposed these things on his own initiative.

Palmer was a little sleepy and couldn't figure out these things. He continued to think along the memory, and Woxilin's smirk vaguely sounded in his mind.

Ah, Palmer's memory gradually cleared up.

Palmer has always been on the weak side in the face of Woxilin, whether it is a physical confrontation or a mental game.

For a long time, Palmer used the fact that he was the heir of the Crakes family and needed to abide by the etiquette of the nobility to court Woxilin, and justified his failure in the battle.

Woxilin is a very perceptive person, and she laughed at Palmer's hypocritical aristocratic etiquette.

"It's just an excuse."

As a child, Vossilyn said, shoving Palmer's head in the mud.

Palmer yelled, "You girl, how can you be so rough! Manners! Manners!"

"I'm a savage, shut up!"

Like Palmer, Woxilin is also very good at using her identity to fight in words.

Whenever Palmer tried to civilize Woxilin, Wuxilin would move out of her barbarian family. Although she was not a real barbarian, some things were engraved in her blood and could not be changed.

The collision between civilization and barbarism often ends in a complete victory for barbarism, but this is also unavoidable.

No matter what Palmer said, Woxilin acted as if I was a savage and couldn't understand it. It involved a competition of force, and Palmer had no chance of winning.

Palmer moved his head slowly, and Woxilin was so carelessly squeezed together with him. It was different from the usual high-cold attitude in the eyes of outsiders. Instead, it looked like a cat nestling on your lap, but this cat was a little bit too big.

so strange...

Palmer remembered that when playing with other children, Woxilin also had the same indifferent attitude, but when he saw himself, he would laugh and wrestle with himself happily. Palmer once felt that he and Wuxilin , Is there any unknown grievances.

Woxilin was looking into the distance, and she could see the raised mountains in the mist. It was like a snow-white drawing paper. When the first ray of morning light shone on the mountain peaks, it was like casted in gold, glowing with bursts of golden light.

Palmer knew that Wo Xilin was looking at her hometown that she had never been to.

Woxilin noticed Palmer's gaze and looked at him suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

"I'm wondering what the hell happened to me to fall in love with you."

Palmer is surprisingly candid, even out of his head.

Palmer often thinks about these things. He understands that what he said to Burlogo, "The girl who can repair motorcycles is so cool" is just an opportunity, an opportunity for an emotional explosion, and he fell in love with him long before this opportunity. Walsh Lynn, but how it all started, Palmer couldn't figure it out.

Woxilin asked, "Then do you want to understand?"

"No," Palmer shook his head, "so I'm still wondering."

Palmer felt that his mind was a little dull, maybe he hadn't recovered from the naked twisting last night, and he remembered what Vossilin was talking about while dragging him.

"It's still the same, the more you think, the more you don't understand," Wo Xilin taught, "Sometimes you don't have to think so clearly, trust your intuition!"

This answer fits well with the savage's thinking.

Palmer understood what Woxilin meant. During the coming-of-age ceremony, he saw the mummy-like elders in the wind cellar. Their deep and old voices echoed in his ears, telling Palmer what he was about to fulfill. responsibility……

Palmer was overwhelmed by the impossibility of the future.

"You can escape, Palmer. When hunters encounter prey that is too powerful, we all choose to avoid it."

Woxilin used hunting as an example to comfort Palmer.

Palmer shook his head, "No, I am the heir of the Krex family, this is my duty."

Woxilin looked at Palmer who was squatting on the ground. He was listless, but he was still talking about his duties. Wuxilin grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

"First of all, responsibilities are not preordained. If you want to refuse, there is no shame in running away."

Rather than talking about big principles, Woxilin has always been an actionist, maybe this is the nature of a barbarian, even though she has been living in the wind source highland and has not lived a wild life for a day.

After Woxilin said these words, she turned and left. Palmer thought that her cowardice made Woxilin angry, like a jam stuck on the wall, and the whole person collapsed again.

Thinking about it, Woxilin lived like a real warrior. After knowing her life experience, even if she was not in good health, she still insisted on training, saying that one day in the future, she must conquer that mountain.

Palmer was a little timid and afraid of death, which laid a solid foundation for his subsequent surrender to the enemy at any time.

Not long after, Wo Xilin came back, and she was carrying big and small bags.

"You carry these things."

Woxilin was panting from exhaustion. She was proficient in skills and strength, but her physical strength was too weak.

Palmer asked, "What's this?"

"Tents, hunting tools, medicines, etc., anyway, with these, we can live in the wild for a long time, and if we are lucky, we will have meat to eat."

Woxilin was serious, she was really ready to take Palmer away, and she even planned the map.

"I'm more confused about whether to bring Lycra. With it, our movement speed will be much faster, but this guy is too edible, and its food is a problem."

Wo Xilin thought carefully, "It's better to bring Laika, so that if there is an accident, you can also use Laika as reserve meat."

"Hey!"

Hearing that Woxilin was going to attack Laika, Palmer immediately became energetic.

What responded to Palmer was Woxilin's laughter. She was joking, and kicked away the big and small bags. Wuxilin reached out and rubbed Palmer's head.

"Aside from running away, hunters actually have other options."

"what?"

"Call more hunters to help!"

Woxilin encouraged Palmer, stretched out her hand, pulled him up, and whispered in his ear.

"I will always be by your side."

The morning light rises from the end of the horizon, and the mist is like a diffuse dust. Under the sunlight, it has a visible shape, and they are scattered.

Palmer tried to turn around, and then there was a faint pain in his body, the pain was like a needle piercing the nerves, and more bad memories came out.

Palmer suddenly realized a problem, why did he wake up here, and why was Woxilin beside him after waking up...

It was like a rusty machine was filled with a whole bottle of lubricating oil and rust remover. After a short period of dry friction, the machine started to run rumblingly, and the dull thoughts were also running at high speed at this moment. Palmer's listless The face became colorful.

Palmer remembered the last story of last night. Relying on the physical strength of his believer, Palmer won some time to breathe, and ran amok in the corridor in a panic.

It's a pity that he still didn't escape in the end. Woxilin threw Palmer completely over his shoulder, and then kissed him.

Palmer's memory ended here, and in the lingering echoes of the memory, he was like a frightened horse that had been preyed on. The hunter bit his own throat and then disemboweled him.

(End of this chapter)