Our family is in decline

"What are you thinking?"

Lance also calmed down at this moment. This era is actually quite open to this kind of behavior. In his memory, his predecessor was Playboy.

He is handsome and is a college student. When he was in school, he was never short of women around him.

It was only after he came to Hamlet that he understood the truth of the world. He was under pressure and could not care about these messy things. He devoted all his energy to building and breaking things.

"I just wanted a kiss. Who knew you...you hurt me." Tamara leaned on Lance, the flush on her face had not gone away, and her whole body was not as crazy as before, but a little calm. Slow down shyness.

"You just took a shower, and you don't smell like you just kissed her." Lance lowered his head and breathed on her neck, and could smell a faint scent.

It would be unreasonable if I hadn't been prepared for this. Are you still pretending?

"If I didn't come, would you like to find me?"

Lance's teasing words immediately made Tamara blush, shyly she kept leaning into her arms and hugging his waist tightly.

Lance had asked for advice on her shamelessness, and he couldn't help but laugh when he saw her shy look.

To be honest, he didn't expect that Tamara, who was so proactive, was a novice and couldn't resist it after a few strokes.

"Amanda has her sights on you. She thought she could hide it from me, but as soon as she raised her butt, I knew what she was thinking." Tamara quickly calmed down, with a proud smile on her face. Holding Lance in his arms, he boasted quite proudly: "Now you are mine, she can only follow me no matter what."

"I'm not a stallion. I'll have sex with women whenever I see them. Are you looking down on me a little bit?" Lance was a little speechless. He didn't understand the magical brain circuits of these women, and they were inexplicably competing with each other.

"Huh, unless you are not a man, no man can refuse Amanda." Tamara was slightly dissatisfied, and her jealousy was undisguised.

"Has the time been decided?" Lance couldn't continue the topic and quickly changed it.

"Tomorrow." Tamara said, twisting her body and getting close to him. She looked up at Lance's face and couldn't help but reach out and caress her, "Will you forget me?"

"How could that happen~"

Lance had no hesitation about this kind of gift. In fact, he would never forget this woman.

"Do you know why we are both women?"

"I don't know." Lance understood that she was referring to the organization, from the elders to Amanda. Anyway, all the people who appeared were women.

Speaking of which, Lance was also a little curious.

“Because women make the decision among the Roma people, and those who inherit the power of divination are women. Even if men have extraordinary talents, they will be trained into combat professions later on.

So I know you definitely don't belong to me, a Roma and an imperial noble are destined to be impossible, but I want you to remember me! "

As she spoke, Tamara's hand on her chest began to grope around.

Lance understood what she meant. A homeless man didn't know whether the child was his, but a woman definitely knew that the child was hers, so this situation came about.

And it was obvious that an imperial noble, or a great lord with real power and fiefdom, would never join their random wanderings.

So Tamara knew she couldn't have an explicit relationship with Lance, but she didn't care.

"Hmph! I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

What kind of physique does Lance have? The battle just now was just a warm-up. Since the enemy is fierce, he must punch hard!

Tamara screamed loudly, but within a few moments, Lance broke up the formation and knocked her down, forcing her to beg for mercy.

"Are you convinced?"

"Sir, please forgive me~"

Tamara, who had been very arrogant just now, surrendered. She was indeed tired and soon fell into sleep, which was peaceful like never before.

Lance was full of energy, but no matter how anxious he was, he would not leave at this time. Looking at Tamara in his arms, he felt that this night was a bit ridiculous...

The night is so beautiful, but time will always pass by quietly.

"woke up?"

"Well..." Tamara hummed unconsciously, seemingly still talking in her sleep.

Obviously she also realized that last night was a crazy night, and she was somewhat afraid to face it.

"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore. The gold coins in the box are reserved for you."

Lance didn't point out that she was pretending to sleep, but he didn't have much time to stay.

But his words immediately made Tamara, who was pretending to sleep, sit up, but she looked a little resentful.

"What's this? Compensate me?"

Lance could naturally hear her emotions. This woman was really sensitive, and he could relate to her inexplicably.

For a moment, I had no choice but to explain with a smile.

"Guess why I came here last night? I just heard that you were preparing to leave. I remembered that all your money was in my hands, and I was worried that you would have no money to use when you go back, so I came here. Who knew I You haven’t even mentioned this yet and you just came up and took a bite of me..."

"Stop talking, stop talking!" Tamara interrupted quickly, with a look of shyness on her face, but she quickly asked Lance again, "Really?"

Although everything he said was true, and he really came here last night for the money, the current situation made Lance understand that this was a trap. If he really wanted to be serious, this topic could not be ended, so he did not answer. It's a digression.

"Although you will probably be able to get support from the organization when you return, you will probably have enough food and clothing, but you will definitely need money. With this money in hand, you will have the confidence to do whatever you do."

"you are so kind to me."

After listening to Tamara's words, Lance understood that he had escaped, so he continued to follow these words.

"When you go back, you should cherish this opportunity I fought for you, concentrate on improving yourself, and don't get involved in the fight between them. You just need to know that if I don't die, they won't dare to do anything to you. Treat your strength as When you grow up, all calculations become powerless.”

To be honest, Tamara's brains are a little clever, but if she wants to get involved in their internal factional struggles, she can basically be treated as a pawn.

"I see."

Soon Lance walked out of the car, lifted up his pants and strode out.

A man born in troubled times, how can he be at risk of female lust!

Going to bed early and getting up early is a normal phenomenon in this era. Usually, most people wake up at four in the morning and start moving around in a hazy environment.

When Lance returned home, he saw Boudica active in the front yard, and a slightly immature figure, Joan of Arc, who had come to exercise early in the morning.

Strength does not grow out of thin air, it comes from long-term training. Joan of Arc has seen Hamlet at four in the morning.

"Boss, why are you back?" Boudicca came over curiously, but as she got closer, she seemed to notice something and wrinkled her nose close to Lance, "What's the smell?"

This action made Lance a little embarrassed. He raised his hand and pushed her face away, "You are not a wealthy person, so don't make trouble."

Lance's covert appearance made Boudica even more sure of something, and she complained with a slight dissatisfaction, "The smell of blood, boss, you didn't call me in the fight!"

"Well..." Lance smacked his lips, and finally couldn't help but smile helplessly, "Next time, I'll call you next time I have the chance."

"I must be the best!"

Boudica's reaction made him go back to take a shower and he felt refreshed afterward.

Then he naturally focused on Boudica who had just caused trouble.

"How is this wristband? Have you gotten used to it?"

"I have become stronger!" Boudicca raised his hand and made a fist to show Lance his strength.

What can be seen on her wrist is the extraordinary equipment [Legendary Bracer] that Lance picked up from Tamara's hand.

Lance has tested this thing, and it can indeed bring powerful power blessings, but not everyone can bear the power. It is like a weight tied to the body, which slows down the movement.

At the same time, the power attached to it will also make it easier for spiritual agitation. Generally, extraordinary people may not be able to withstand it. However, if ordinary people are exempt from spiritual agitation because they cannot sense spirituality, it will show that the effect of evil magic will act on them. Even more powerful.

For Lance himself, the negative side of this piece of equipment can basically be covered by his super physical immunity, but this kind of improvement is not necessary for him.

On the contrary, putting it on other people can better reflect this whole picture, and after testing by several people, Boudica was finally selected as the wearer.

During this period of time, she had been adapting to fighting after wearing wrist guards, otherwise how could she get up at four o'clock to train.

Tamara and the others are leaving today, and Lance is also preparing to leave for the den.

But everything needs to be prepared before that.

"Come on, practice with me." Lance walked off the court and showed Boudicca a cruel smile.

He was very considerate of Tamara Lance and didn't even dare to attack with all his strength for fear of hurting her.

But when dealing with Boudica, a guy with thick skin and muscles, he is not so polite.

If you kid made trouble just now, just go up and punch him.

Boudica is also not afraid. There are two things in her life, one is drinking, and the other is fighting.

Now she has been banned from drinking for a month. She has not had a fight in two days since returning from the bandit suppression. It is impossible to exert force when training with a little bean sprout like Joan of Arc. She feels like there are ants crawling on her body.

Not to mention that the power that grew out of thin air after equipping the legendary bracers left her nowhere to vent, after all, the target would not fight back.

Now she also wants to vent violently!

The two of them were not polite at all, there was no nonsense, their punches were all aimed at killing people.

The physical collision was so intense that Joan of Arc was stunned.

She had been learning close combat from Boudicca for some time. Although she was beaten often, it was not to this level at all.

My own eyes could hardly keep up with the movements of the two of them, and I could only hear the constant "snap" sound, which was the collision of flesh and blood, and the wailing of bones.

A real battle never looks good, it's more like two beasts fighting.

Savage, cruel, crazy, bloody...

This scene greatly shocked Joan of Arc's young mind.

But what was even more shocking was Boudica. She originally thought that with the powerful power brought by the equipment, even if she couldn't win, she could at least be entangled for a while, but she quickly fell into a disadvantage in the fierce confrontation.

Unable to beat him head-on, Boudica was not a person who didn't know how to adapt. He directly hugged him and put his arm around his neck, trying to lock Lance with the strength of his limbs.

When dealing with some beasts that are much more powerful than yourself, you have to grasp the key points and just lock the neck to quickly subdue them.

But Lance was not a beast, and he instantly sensed Boudica's thoughts.

Want to choke me?

How could Lance let her get what she wanted? He took the first step and blocked his hand in front of her so that she couldn't close it. The moment he opened it, he forced her to throw her whole body out.

Boudica was not an ordinary person, how could he be thrown away so easily? His upper body was blocked, and with the help of his powerful thighs that he lifted into the air, he clamped Lance's waist.

The strength of the legs is several times stronger than the strength of the arms, not to mention that Boudica's thighs are all muscles that have been trained for a long time. This force can burst watermelons and bend steel pipes, not to mention That waist made of flesh and blood.

Who can bear this!

Feeling the pressure on his waist, Lance suddenly realized that it was impossible to shake her away, so he immediately punched her waist.

A despicable kidney shot, this place is a fatal weakness, it can easily cause spleen rupture. Boudica was suddenly hit hard and her whole body was shaking. Her muscles suddenly lost control and relaxed. The thigh holding Lance's waist also relaxed. down.

Lance directly picked her up and pulled her away, then walked around behind her and stretched out his hand to block her neck.

Now he can break her neck with just a little force, or he can suffocate her directly. It can be said that Boudicca has lost.

But she hasn't given up yet. Her tolerance for pain is very good. After all, she grew up fighting. The surge of adrenaline made her quickly recover from the severe pain and directly hit her back with an elbow. Hit.

How could Lance let her get what she wanted? He directly stretched out his arms and hugged her from in front of her. At the same time, he was close to her behind, leaving her with no place to exert her strength.

The situation was once again controlled by Lance, and Boudica was directly locked up. No matter how hard she struggled, it was to no avail.

In the past, Lance most likely would not have thought of those places, but he had just started eating meat. Now, close to Boudica's body, he seemed to be able to feel the waist that was full of strength and vitality without any fat.

"You lose." Lance let go and pushed her out without hesitation. If he hugged her any longer, something would happen.

That is to say, there is someone watching next to him, otherwise Lance might just carry the person back to the room and do it. Those abdominal muscles, that waistcoat line, those powerful thighs, that strong body may have a different flavor...

But as soon as he thought about it, Lance calmed down instantly.

No, why would you have such an idea?

Corruption in this land is indeed everywhere.

Lance calmed down his emotions, and the agitation in his heart calmed down, but Boudicca held on to the waist that had just been hit and spoke.

"It hurts, boss~"

Lance walked over wordlessly and reached out to wipe her waist. [Flesh and Flesh Reconstruction] instantly healed her injuries.

After being resurrected with full blood, she still looked at Lance's lower body strangely, and said to herself: "Boss, what are you hiding to hit my ass?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Go get ready and carry out the mission later." Lance's face darkened and he quickly dismissed her.

"Okay!" Boudica's attention was instantly diverted. For her, she was not afraid of facing any enemy, but she was most afraid of being idle, because staying here was torture and boring.

Joan of Arc looked at this inexplicable scene and didn't even understand it.

Why is the fight over? Why does it hurt just touch it and everything will be fine?

Uh... To be honest, I didn't expect everyone to react so violently.

Let me explain first that this book is about opening up a harem, but women are just for adjustment. Most of Lance's energy is still on business and will not be reversed.

Lance is not a stallion, but he is also a normal person. That is a different world, that is the Middle Ages, not to mention what is wrong with a man liking Cao Pi?