Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

Ahmoni could not hide Mandela's thoughts from her, and she caught a beautiful drake just to satisfy her passion that had nowhere to go.

It's just a pity for Draco who was lying on the bed with his limbs handcuffed - such a good Draco was taken advantage of by Filin.

She suddenly thought that the scene was quite interesting and she should spend more time appreciating it.

Ravshini's colleagues are all interesting people, at least she thinks so.

Feng Qingyu's fate tonight has been clearly arranged by Mandela. It is unclear whether Ahmonie is an enemy or a friend, and not actively participating in the discussion of the origin of species seems to be her biggest concession.

Mandela had already figured out how to use the limited time she had tonight to have fun.

She allowed Feng Qingyu to visit her residence directly below her, but the location of the visit was strictly limited and he could only enter through a small door at the side and rear. The main door was tightly closed and motionless. Currently, she only identified the leader Abrana as the person who could open this door.

What was offered to the leader could not be taken away by another drake, and the only thing that could be given was the less important first access.

Feng Qingyu didn't care about the size of the visiting rights or the location of the visiting. As long as he could feel comfortable physically and mentally and not be treated cruelly, he could visit while lying down, prone, standing or sitting, it all depended on Mandela's preference.

After being stared at by Ahmoni, she became inexplicably excited and began to look forward to Mandela's next "performance." Ahmoni took out a bottle of rose essential oil produced locally in Victoria from her handbag. It was a translucent flowing liquid with a moist and translucent texture.

“You guys should need this.”

She placed the rose essential oil next to Mandra, and Mandra remembered that engine oil was necessary to unlock the lock. This bottle of essential oil could perfectly replace engine oil, making the dragon tail, which served as the key, unlock the lock more smoothly.

Essential oils can promote blood circulation and make the body comfortable and flexible, so there is no reason to refuse them. Mandela forgot to prepare the oil to lubricate the keyhole and bearings in advance, and could not find a better choice at the moment, so he had to accept Ahmoni's help.

The door to the underground infrastructure that needed to be accessed had never been entered by anyone before, and Feng Qingyu was the first visitor.

The door lock was dry and difficult to insert the key. Forcing the door open would only cause both parties to bleed and get injured, which would be very unpleasant. Mandela admired Ahmoni's attentiveness, but felt unhappy. She glared at her unfriendlyly for a few times before opening the outer package of the unopened rose essential oil.

The slogan of rose essential oil is "One moment of luxury, one lifetime of loss", which means that if you buy it later, you can enjoy it earlier. Although you can enjoy the discount if you buy it later, you will miss the good time to enjoy the happiness it brings. The essential oil is a product of a high-end skin care company in Londinium, and the price is also relatively expensive. It costs 114.514 Victorian pounds to buy it.

Mandela stuffed the things into Feng Qingyu's hands and gave her orders: "You pour it, don't pour too much, and don't pour too little."

"Why is it that the way you Victorians measure liquids is even more abstract than the Yan people?"

"What do you care about me? Fall down!"

"Yes--"

Under the impatient urging of Feilin, Feng Qingyu had to quickly unscrew the glass bottle with a rather unnatural design and pour the transparent essential oil with a hint of gold into the side door lock hole of Mandela's exclusive underground infrastructure. The slightly cool essential oil lubricated the long-sealed door lock.

Ahmoni could even hear Mandela sighing with satisfaction. She continued to pretend to read seriously, but most of her attention had been drawn to the two people in the corner.

The content described in the chapter has already flown beyond the metal walls of Londinium. How can the content in the book be as good as the actual demonstration? The actual demonstration includes the part about Mandraden Dua Lang, which is much more interesting than the book.

After the unused and unaccessed door lock was lubricated with engine oil and could be inserted with the key, Mandela could hardly wait to snatch the tail from Feng Qingyu and aim it at the side door lock of her own exclusive underground infrastructure.

The tail is the key that must be used to open the folding door, no other key will work.

The keyhole was narrow, and after several failed attempts, Mandela finally put the "key" into the keyhole. Feng Qingyu was very uncomfortable with the keyhole and felt a little pain. The second throat of fate seemed to be strangled, making the first throat difficult to breathe and unable to move.

The feeling of burning fire began to spread throughout the body, centered at the tail, and hot blood rushed to the brain.

"This is too... exaggerated."

The lock of Mandela's mansion seemed to be harder to open than Surtur's. She had only tried to open Surtur's and Froststar's backyard door locks. Mandela was the third one because other female operators usually helped her open the locks, and she would not let go of any locks that could be opened.

The damned feeling of suffocation made her mind go blank.

22. Exchange academic knowledge on the origin of Terran species

The narrow and slippery tree-lined path was washed by the pattering rain. Feng Qingyu almost slipped several times and was soaked by the hot and humid showers.

The narrow path was only wide enough for her to enter and exit.

Before the road ahead was completely opened up, she could only keep wandering on the path, trying to find ways to widen the road ahead and clear away obstacles.

There was also the sound of rain outside the basement. Victoria has a temperate maritime climate. The unique climate and geographical location make the country's rainy season longer. The rain hit the roof, making a dense sound, but this sound is not disgusting.

Feng Qingyu's irritability was partially extinguished by the sound of rain. Although the unlocking process was a bit painful and made her feel unprecedented tightness, Mandela's situation was no better than hers.

The worst thing to do when unlocking a lock is to be nervous. She was just being harsh in words, but her mental and psychological preparations were not in place. She suffered a lot because she was not well prepared beforehand. The result of being anxious to unlock the lock was to get herself hurt. Feng Qingyu saw a few strands of bright red blood oozing out, which were very thin and could not be ignored.

Is this guy really enjoying himself? Feng Qingyu resisted asking.

Mandela also tried very hard. She knew that she might get hurt more, but she still insisted on unlocking the door. With her unremitting efforts, Feng Qingyu finally stepped into the narrow path leading to the depths of the Oak Forest County style courtyard. As the name implies, the narrow path was very narrow, making it difficult for them to move forward, and they could only move forward inch by inch.

Ahmoni closed the novel in her hand and stood aside.

She found that the fool Mandela was in a little trouble and might need a push from behind. If she couldn't even get through the narrow path, the following content would be meaningless and there would be no point for her to stay here.

A fun person will definitely take action when it is necessary, like now.

"Do you need my help? I think your unlocking moves are wrong, Mandra. You shouldn't be on top, you should be in the front. Let this Drake be behind you, and I'll give you a push at the end."

"Don't talk like you know everything."

"I know a little more than you do. The leader always asks me to urge you to read more books, and not to dig up the graves of Victorian nobles in the cemetery or practice magic. Your vision has been limited, and you need to find a way to expand your horizons."

Then, Ahmoni opened the closed book to a chapter that contained detailed information about mating and the origin of species. The suggestion just now was to learn and apply it immediately. The description in the book made people blush and their hearts beat fast. Mandela would explode if she looked at it for one more time - the shame would explode.

Those words were too stimulating. If I continued reading them, my important business tonight would be put at a standstill.

I didn't expect that Gen Ahmoni looked so unserious and the books she read were even more unserious.

The numbing current hit Mandela's coccyx, and her nervousness dissipated. She did not accept the advice of the sinister green-haired Philin, and walked all the way to the end. Finally, they reached the end of the narrow boulevard. At the end was an open forest hinterland, and a warm stream flowed over her coccyx, dispelling the summer heat of the summer night.

The mountains on both sides are rocky and have been made moist and smooth by rainfall. It is very difficult to climb them to reach the highest peak. One needs to continuously run and sprint, trying to accumulate enough strength and use the geographical advantage to reach the highest point in one go.

Rock climbing is a technical job that requires long-term experience. Rushing without rules will only cause injuries and bleeding. Warming up beforehand is necessary, although Mandela forcibly skipped such an important step for the sake of speed.

After several attempts and discussions, Mandela finally succumbed to reality and adopted the strategy provided by Ahmoni. The two exchanged positions and changed the communication movements.

As she couldn't see Feng Qingyu's face as she was facing away from him, she felt a little calmer inside.

This was not a betrayal of the leader. Her body and soul always belonged to the leader alone. This was just a small indulgence.

She has not betrayed her leader and never will.

The tail advanced a long distance, thanks to Ahmoni's fanning the flames. As time went on, the sound of rain outside the basement became more and more intense, and the heavy rain inside the basement also followed, splashing layers of water.

Mandela held the wall with both hands, and Feng Qingyu held her trembling shoulders. The two of them were breathing disorderly and panting during the continuous climbing, and their chests rose and fell as fast as the movement of the earth's crust.

Feng Qingyu could no longer think, and her body and brain were melting. She was becoming more and more like an ice cube exposed to the hot air. Every movement and struggle would only accelerate her melting and evaporation. Heat and water vapor were evaporating around her body, and there was a crackling sound in her ears.

The noise of rain exploded in my ears again and again, penetrating every pore and was extremely loud.

Hot sweat oozed from her pores and slid down the wound. The intense stinging sensation became the motivation that drove her to keep going. She wanted to finish quickly, to reach the finish line quickly. If she wanted to reach it quickly, she could only run faster and use more strength.

"Hey...are you getting too...complacent? I didn't...I didn't allow you...to do this..."

"..."

Under the powerful propulsion, Filin's eyes were dazzled by the steaming mist, her cheeks and skin flushed, and it was difficult for her to maintain basic language communication. She was also on the verge of melting in the rainy night, her nails dug into the wall tightly, scraping off some gray-white lime powder.

Feng Qingyu was already confused from the fever. She could not hear Mandela's protest, nor did she have the energy to reply. She was only focused on the work project that was going on at the tail end. She just wanted to finish it as soon as possible and lie down to rest. Ahmoni, who was watching, looked gloating, and her mean expression made people want to beat her up immediately.

Mandela climbed to the top while almost losing the initiative and being watched by his colleagues.

There were a few minor deviations from the path during the process, but the result was pretty much as expected - she successfully handed over her first visit rights in exchange for a chance to indulge herself, without betraying her leader or losing the most precious thing.

After what happened just now, nothing changed and everything is still running on normal track.

She left the tail and lay on her back, letting her dirty thoughts churn in her mind.

Satisfaction lasts only a short moment, maybe less than a minute, just thirty seconds. Use thirty seconds to watch the waterfall rushing down, watch the square fountain appear on time, and when the gorgeous performance is over, there is only a feeling of emptiness in the heart.

It seems like I have done everything, and yet it seems like I have done nothing.

"Why do you look so distraught?"

Ahmoni took out a pack of napkins and handed it to Mandela at the right time. Mandela grabbed it with his soft hands and stared at the incandescent light bulb on the ceiling.

“How on earth can I fill that void?”

23. It's really lame

Mandela's questions were drowned out by the sound of rain.

No one answered her, even though the answer had already been revealed. This is an unsolvable problem because the person who asked the question did not give a definite answer.

She looked at Draco next to her. Poor Draco was getting weaker and weaker. His previous actions had almost exhausted all his strength. The heat on his forehead had not subsided much, and he needed to get treatment immediately.

The house to which the basement belonged was owned by a middle-class Victorian, and there should be some medicine in the family's medicine cabinet. Mandela did not want to squeeze the leader's relatives dry, so he thought he had to take some measures.

"Just now... I think I played a little too hard. Anyway, isn't this guy Draco? He fainted after just a few times? That's really lame."

"You should at least consider her physical condition. She is still a patient. No one likes a woman who exhausts the resources. You need to control your impulses. While the rain is still going on, let's give her some fever-reducing medicine. If she becomes an idiot because of the high fever, the leader will not forgive you."

"I know, I don't need you to remind me."

The frustrated black-haired Feilin felt a little dazed as he looked at the mess on the bed and the floor.

She was totally unlike herself just now, so wanton and crazy, without any rationality in her mind, sinking in endless pleasure, almost losing the ability to think.

Although he felt empty afterwards, the warmth and satisfaction he felt during the mating process was absolutely real. The remaining warmth in his body had not yet dissipated, and Draco's hormones were still swirling around his nose.

The place where the tail hit was slightly painful, but the satisfaction was greater than the pain, so it was naturally ignored.

A terrible thought came to my mind - I want it again next time.

Because Ahmoni was beside her, Mandela could not express her desire too much, for fear that she would be regarded as a fool like the female Pero in the mating period, and would be used as a topic of conversation after dinner from time to time.

"Now that you're done, go take a shower and I'll help her get dressed. You should be grateful to someone like me who helps you keep your secret and clean up the mess, and be less complaining and hostile."

"..."

Mandela couldn't refute it, and she rarely agreed with Ahmoni's statement.

Tonight's behavior is undoubtedly a carnival, but also a dangerous move that will affect his position and evaluation in the leader's heart. It is not only a catharsis, but also a revenge for the leader's long-term neglect.

revenge?

Using another Drakkar as a weapon to avenge the leader was a truly audacious idea.

She walked into the bathroom, turned on the water valve, stood under the shower, and let the hot water continue to wash over her sweaty body. The turbid desires also temporarily disappeared with the water flow, bringing her a brief peace.

Ahmoni used a wet towel to wipe the unconscious Feng Qingyu's body, and changed the bandages and dressings on his back. She and another Drake agreed to send Feng Qingyu back to Rhodes Island safely.

Feng Qingyu was not familiar with that Draco, and he asked Ahmoni for help only out of kindness and out of brotherly love for her fellow tribesmen.

It was very troublesome to help the patient wipe and dress. The patient temporarily lost the ability to take care of himself and could not cooperate with her movements. Ahmoni thought "this is troublesome" while patiently completing the tasks assigned by the other party.

Once the last button of the shirt was buttoned, the most troublesome step was finally over.

The next step is to send a message to Ravshini, the Draco who is currently slacking off in Rhodes Island, also known as Reed.

[I have already persuaded Mandela to release the person. Is the meeting place the same place as before? ]

【I have arrived.】

[Wait a moment, we'll set off right away. The target person is already asleep, I need some time to bring her over.]

【…】

Wei Cao did not reply. She was not only taciturn in verbal communication, but also not talkative on the Internet. She would often reply with a few words, quickly end the conversation, and immerse herself in her own lonely world. Ahmoni knew her character and would not get angry or think that the other party had deliberately read her message but did not reply.

When she helped the unconscious Feng Qingyu up, she suddenly felt the effort was difficult.

A woman who is over 170cm tall, even if she is not fat and has an enviable well-proportioned figure, will immediately overflow with fatigue and despair when the weight of her whole body is placed on her.

It was not convenient to let other Shenchi brothers do these things for her, as their ideas would change at any time. It was also not convenient to let others know the way to see Weicao. She also knew a little about the criss-crossing underground infrastructure of Londinium and knew which routes were quick and safe.

Mandela was the last person who should know. While she was still taking a shower, Ahmoni helped her up and left the basement quietly. The sound of rain outside and the sound of water in the bathroom formed two natural barriers, covering up the slightly heavy footsteps when she walked with Feng Qingyu.

Feilin was so confused that he never thought that someone could slip away right under his nose.

Ahmoni successfully transferred the people and walked into the nearest underground passage. The underground passage blocked out the sound of rain, and the only sounds in the dim underground structure were her rapid breathing and the footsteps of two people, one light and one heavy.

Feng Qingyu woke up halfway, awakened by the pain of the wound on his back.

The familiar smell of engine oil and dust, and the dim light, made her realize that she was underground in Londinium.

"I...what's wrong with me?"

Her limp legs slowly stood up, and the weight on Ahmoni's shoulders was relieved. Ahmoni was more than happy to help her, and she explained to her, "You were knocked unconscious by Mandra, and I will take you out while she is still taking a shower. Someone I know will meet us at the end of this road."

"Thank you... who is that person?"

"Rafushini, you all call her Reed."

乤 "Wei Cao, do you know him?"

"We are very familiar with each other and have known each other for a long time. If you want to know more, I will tell you slowly later. Now is not the time to chat. It is better to save some energy and walk first."