After dressing as a villain in Yiyou, she opened her eyes and was in the Shura field

"It's not over yet, you're here."

He talked and laughed, squeezed her hand tightly, and threw the bunch of bare roses into the bushes, discarding them together with the anxiety while waiting.

"As long as you come, I will send you off again tomorrow."

Sera stepped on a field of petals, and shook his hand back, "My skirt is not convenient for walking too far, can you carry me away?"

Eric picked her up easily, and the weight of the girl in his arms was almost weightless. He complained again: "Why haven't you grown any meat back after raising it for so long, and it's lighter than a deer."

Sierra put her arms around his neck and laughed, "I'd be heavier than a full-grown deer, and I'd be a pig."

Eric couldn't deny it, "A strong body will make you healthy and less likely to get sick. The girls in our group are stronger than you."

This is indeed a fact. Compared with them, she is a sick child who can't walk.

"Is the war situation okay now?" She changed the topic.

Eric: "It's not very good. Cumbria County is close to the capital and will not be affected for a while, but our king has defeated the five major counties in the Northwest Region on his own land, and millions of people have been killed by St. Lun's soldiers are in control, and the situation is very bad."

"Because the Sunderland Empire is behind it." Sierra also took a fancy to the Northwest, which is the most chaotic and has many infectious diseases.

Eric said indifferently: "The big deal is that we will welcome a new king."

Sera looked at him and said seriously: "My laundry factory, my Mawson Manor, are my most important property, if the war is approaching Wally."

Before she could finish speaking, Eric lowered his head and kissed her hair, "I know, I will protect you and your property."

Sierra smiled, cupped his face and kissed him, "Merry Christmas, Eric."

"Merry Christmas."

After the last church invasion until now, Eric's tribe has been redecorated, and many traps have been laid on the outside, and they still have to go around before entering.

The inside is full of colorful lights, the bonfire is burning very vigorously, cheers, the sound of barbecue, and the atmosphere of the festival is very full.

All the werewolves knew that Sera was coming today, and when she appeared in a fine attire, the atmosphere was still a bit dull.

She was framed by Anna Xi, and she was accused of harming them. These werewolves still remember this account.

Gail, who bears the brunt of it, actually stops Eric from telling him to call someone, but he rebelliously disagrees, and even a pregnant Grenee tries to talk him out of his prejudice against Sierra.

In fact, there is no prejudice. Anyone who hurts the tribe is his enemy.

But this is a former friend, now a villain, and Eric's only love.

Hateful relationship.

After putting down Sierra, Eric held her hand tightly and said in a low voice, "You don't need to care about their eyes, most of them are harmless."

Saying so, his body was still guarding her side as a protector.

Greni's belly is pregnant, the werewolf's genetic problem, it grows fast, bulging like a small watermelon.

Sera stared at her belly, wanted to touch it, but restrained it, and gave her a reserved smile.

Granny came over and gave her a hug, "Merry Christmas Sierra."

"Merry Christmas."

"It seems that your body is much better, but your voice is still a little bad, and the crisp voice is gone."

She touched her face pityingly, "You were almost killed by a vampire, poor girl."

Sera felt the care emanating from her, genuine.

Not everyone here hates her, there are still people who firmly believe that she is not the mastermind.

Greni took the initiative to puff her stomach, "Do you want to touch it?"

"Hey Greni." Gail walked over nervously, but she blocked her words back with a look, "Okay, okay, be careful."

Sierra is pretty imitative, but let's forget about this situation.

She shook her head and took a step back, "Can I join your bonfire? I miss dancing."

"Of course, it's just that tonight we don't dance, we play fairy tale farce."

Granny didn't force her, and invited her to sit down by the campfire, "Immediately, Fanny and Jem will play Little Red Riding Hood and Grandma Wolf."

"Oh?"

Serra sat down next to Eric, with a piece of toast thrust into his hand.

"Those meats are sprinkled with chili peppers. Your throat can't eat too spicy. Eat this first, and I'll make you some small meat skewers that are not spicy."

She took a bite of the bread, and there was a layer of warm cheese stuffed inside, toasted just right.

Soon, under the booing of the werewolves who had recovered, a strong Jem in a red cloak, a red hood, and a bamboo basket in his hand walked over from behind the house shyly, holding his throat against the air. Say:
"Poor grandma is sick, and my mother told me to bring wine and cake to see her, oops."

His waist thicker than a bucket swayed from side to side, his eight-pack abs were looming under the red cloak, and Jem's standard tough-guy face forced an expression of innocence and ignorance.
Sierra couldn't hold back, and laughed.

Eric next to her put his arms around her shoulders, laughing and shaking his chest, and he didn't forget to turn the barbecue in his hand.

The werewolf played by Fanny is really a living wolf, surrounding Jem with his fluffy tail and flicking his red cape, the painting style is strange and funny.

In this sexualized version of the fairytale farce, Sela's palms are about to rot.

She really felt that Christmas with friends would be so fun and lively.

so good.

If only it were all true.

Sera ate the meat skewer Eric handed over, and she couldn't fit it soon after dinner, she pointed in Gail's direction and said, "Eric, I want to be alone with Gail Yes, I apologize to him, and hope that both he and your tribe will eliminate the barriers against me."

Eric's heart pounded forward and almost jumped out, "You want this? I thought you would never want to do this in your life."

At that time, when she admitted that she did everything and refused to let go of her death, the blow he suffered in his heart was not to mention how severe it was.

I originally thought that my chances of winning were lost at all, but it turned out not to be the case.

She wants to explain.

Does this mean that he has always been in her range of choice?

Sierra loved him.

This realization made Eric very excited, but Serra didn't think about it at all, it was just an excuse.

She stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "Of course I hope so, can you give me some time to be alone with him? I believe he won't hurt me."

"Of course, I also know that he won't hurt you." Eric smiled and showed a row of white teeth. Selah is his lover, and the whole ethnic group knows that no one will hurt her no matter how much they don't like it.