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

Chapter 58

"Yes." Sera nodded.

"I want to take 8% of the profits." As soon as Robinson finished speaking, Eric strongly objected, "It won't make much money for Sierra."

"I agree." Sera agreed very readily. Originally, this was also the emotional bond she used to get close to Erica, and it didn't matter if it was less or more.

"Compared to you, the cost I paid is only those few gold coins, and the distribution is reasonable."

"It's unreasonable, Sierra." Robinson said proactively, "But we need this money to deal with a child who is about to be born. No one knows what disaster will happen in the future. We must be fully prepared."

The joyful bonfire party became quiet because of the heavy topic. Everyone focused on Greni, and she lowered her head to caress her belly, showing her mother's love and worry.

Sera emboldened herself with the help of wine, "May I ask a question? Eric didn't tell me before."

"You said."

"Men in this tribe can take off their clothes and go directly to the beauty pageant to win the bodybuilding championship." Serra raised his chin and asked, "Why are you so worried about this unborn child? Going to the hospital to deliver the baby can solve a lot of troubles."

Everyone turned their eyes to Robinson again, wanting to hear his explanation.

Robinson's voice was deep, and the language was silent, trying to hurt everyone's heart:

"Our group has always been very small. The day Eric was born, his mother bled to death. Her body was almost broken in half during childbirth. Since then, no one has conceived again."

Greni's pregnancy was an accident.

Sera thought of many possibilities, but she didn't consider this, and she was stunned.

The memory of the novel world or the plot of the game has been blurred, and there is no such content about Eric's mother.

"Difficult labor?" she asked in a low voice, a strong arm was pressed against her shoulder, and Eric gently pressed his forehead against her back, his emotions plummeted.

"Difficult childbirth, we need to protect not only the baby, but also the mother." Robinson said: "We need to use money to hire the best doctors, buy the best medicines, and perform surgeries at any time to save mothers and children."

Greyne was human, Sierra thought almost immediately.

The combination of humans and werewolves, so production will be a hundred times more difficult than ordinary people, this is not a species at all, it is a hybrid.

"We can destroy it before the dust settles." Gail felt guilty and painful.

Granny was like a hedgehog bursting its spines when he heard his words, "Impossible! I thought we had already discussed it!"

Sera pursed her lips, interrupting their bad mood that was about to quarrel, "I shouldn't ask this question, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, you have the right to refuse us, and I have the obligation to tell you why I did this." Robinson glanced at Eric, who had put his head behind Sierra's back, his heavy tone changed, and he became relaxed, "I It's still nice to have you as a guest, we rarely have guests."

"Thank you."

Robinson sat by the campfire for a while before Gale pushed him away.

The atmosphere became active again, and Eric endured the pain of recalling, "Now you know everything."

"Know what?" Sera tilted her head.

"My past." Eric withdrew his hand on her shoulder, got up and took a bottle of dark beer and poured it into his mouth again. The foam of the drink flowed down the corner of his lips, slipped through his swallowing throat and dripped down his clothes. collar.

Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Sera glanced at the unfinished wine at his feet and thought for a moment, then picked it up and poured it into his mouth.

By the time Eric found out and snatched the wine from her hand, most of it had gone inside, and Sela couldn't help hiccupping.

"What are you doing?" Eric asked.

She asks the wrong question and always has to fix it.

"Do you know what it's called?" Sera raised her face, her cheeks looked red from the fire.

"What?" Eric knelt down in front of her, listening carefully.

"Use wine to drown your sorrows."

Sierra leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck, staring into those deep, clear and sad eyes, and said softly, "I'm sorry for hurting you tonight."

She got too close all of a sudden, and there was a faint aroma of wine in her breath.

Eric smiled and made himself as calm as possible, "I should take the initiative to confess to you, although this is not an honorable thing, I killed my mother when I was just born."

"That's not Eric." Sela snatched his bottle and stuffed it into his mouth, expressing his opinion:
"Not every mother is willing to exchange her life for the safety of her child, but your mother must love you to be willing to take risks. Things are impermanent. This is just a tragedy that no one wants to see. It should never be yours. To bear the inexplicable crime."

Eric bit the bottle, stared at the girl's gentle and encouraging face for a while, took the bottle and drank the rest of the wine, and said in a low voice, "Maybe it's what you said."

"That's what I said."

Serra stood up and went to fetch two more bottles of stout.

"I'll be drunk," Eric reminded.

"Didn't you say bonfire party? I want to drink more."

Sera pulled him up, holding the opened wine in one hand, and wrapped his arms around his neck with the other, his lips were about to touch his chin, "Can you dance, Eric."

Eric put his arms around her slender waist, "Two drunks dancing?"

"No?" Sela looked at his rolling Adam's apple, and chuckled, "Or you can't?"

"Of course I will." Eric hugged her tightly and lifted her up easily, and the toe of her shoe stepped on his instep.

He lowered his head, and a silent laugh spread all over his body, "But in order to prevent the poor technology from stepping on you, just follow my rhythm, there is no music anyway."

Under the black night sky, a lot of red-orange sparks gradually appeared from the bonfire, and the drunken Jem sang a unique tribal song in the open space, which was a language Sera could not understand.

She was indeed a little drunk, wrapped in Eric's fiery body temperature, and the wine bottle she held in one hand also drank unconsciously while dancing.

They just spun around the campfire like no one else, circling and hugging one after another, Eric took off his shirt because of the heat at some point.

Serra put her head against his shoulder and muttered, "Eric, are you always this hot?"

"Family inheritance." Eric took down her empty wine bottle, and threw it, along with his precision, into a wooden box not far away.

"You drank too much." He supported her waist, forcing her to stand on the ground, "Shall I send you to Fanny's to sleep?"

Sierra's head was dizzy, and all she could see was Eric's face soaked in the red-orange firelight. The wheat-colored skin was like a layer of smooth and reflective maroon silk at the moment. She touched his chest with her hands. The bulging muscles are a little hungry.

"It's still early."

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