After dressing up as the evil girl in the second game, I opened my eyes and found myself in the Shur

The broken branch with fine thorns on the ground was still stained with her blood, and his eyes darkened a bit.

With a strong body for support, Sierra reached Nelson without any effort on her part.

He fell under the hemlock, his eyes staring blankly at the sky without any sign of life. Eric kicked his body, and his noodle-like neck was poked aside by a broken bone.

"he died."

After saying these words, young Eric could be said to be calm. He even whispered to comfort the girl in his arms, "I'm the one who struck hard, don't be afraid."

What he was worried about was that his amazing strength would kill someone and scare her, but Sera's idea was completely beyond his expectation.

"I'm not afraid, you didn't do this." She held his lower back with one hand, and pressed her hand into a fist lightly against his chest, "I'll solve this problem."

She wanted to take the whole thing on herself, but this was an accident after he lost control.

Eric lowered his head, his young face rarely cold, "I'll send you back first, and then I'll come back to solve the problem."

Psychologically, he didn't want Sera to face this kind of thing head-on.

Werewolves have many ways to solve problems. Destroying corpses and eliminating traces is not difficult for them, but Sera doesn't want to get him into trouble.

"Then let's solve it together." She pointed to the spotted horse that fell next to her. "I fell off that horse before. It suddenly fell to the ground and twitched. I don't think it was an accident."

Eric has his own experience in taking care of horses. He helped Sierra and asked, "Can you stand up straight?"

"Okay." Sierra nodded, "Don't worry."

He walked to the spotted horse and squatted down. A strange herbal smell mixed with the peculiar smell made Eric suddenly have an answer in his heart.

"It's rhubarb." He tilted his head with an indifferent expression.

"What?" Sera's knowledge hit a blind spot.

"A kind of plant that horses can cause salivation, tremors, and even kidney failure when eaten." Eric looked up at her, his voice suppressed with anger, "At that time, your horse was not frightened by the gunfire, but suffered from stomach colic. It’s incredibly uncomfortable.”

The horse that was not yet dead had its round, protruding black eyes open, looking a little more aggrieved.

Sierra was also shocked by Nelson's crazy behavior. She had never encountered such a lunatic here who did not follow his duty. Even bad men have their own gentlemanly etiquette.

Nelson was able to do this kind of thing for his own selfish desires because he was used to fighting and plundering outside. He lost the restraint of the rules and turned into a lawless villain.

Her mind turned around, and she walked slowly over with her injured leg, kicked a stone with her toes, and almost fell down again.

Eric hurried over to help her, "Be careful."

"Let me ask you." Sierra grabbed his sleeve, "If the horse mistakenly eats rhubarb and loses control, Nelson accidentally breaks his neck with the horse's hoof while trying to help me, and I fall off the horse and get injured, you run back at the critical moment. I helped control the horse, is this reason valid?"

"It's established. Excessive consumption of rhubarb will cause the horse to go crazy and cause epilepsy. It's normal to lose control." Eric whispered: "But why."

"You want to lie?" She stared into his brown amber eyes and whispered, "Because I can't lose you, and you can't have any accidents."

The words were vague and ambiguous like a confession. Eric's heartbeat slowed down a beat when he heard it, "Can't you lose me?"

"We are good friends." Sierra ignored the emotions in his eyes and smiled on her pale face.

At this moment, he really wanted to hold her face and kiss her, but his reason still restrained him from action.

"Then do this, he is just a scumbag anyway." Eric touched her pale face, touched her neck with his fingers, and took off the white silk scarf.

The little strawberry planted last night is still printed on it, a small light red patch.

He restrained himself from rubbing that place with his thumb, and Sera blinked, "What's wrong?"

"You were drunk last night, do you remember anything?"

"Well, a few fragments." Sierra said honestly: "But I think it's a bit fake. It's more like my drunken dream."

"What dream?" Eric knelt down and lifted up her skirt, following the blood stains to find the wound.

"Take me to jump out of the window and look at the moon from the top of an oak tree dozens of meters high."

Feeling his fingertips moving on her legs, Sierra shrank and said delicately: "Itchy."

The touch in his hands was excellent, and Eric had no such charming thoughts. He put the silk scarf between her legs and circled it twice around the wound.

"I need to use your silk scarf to simply stop the bleeding. The wound is a bit big."

Sierra stood unsteadily and leaned against the tree, with the scarf pressed against her wound. She hissed and tried to pull back the leg that he had grabbed.

"pain."

"Don't move. It's still a long way back here. You can't go back bleeding like this." Eric pinched her thigh to prevent her from moving, and his hands began to knot.

"Then please be gentle." Sierra said aggrievedly: "You must have pinched my legs until they were red."

The stupid Eric reacted belatedly and pinched a girl's thigh to stop her bleeding. The scene was so astringent and offensive.

Those two well-proportioned and straight legs were right in front of him. He quickly let go of her hand and found that he had left red fingerprints on the white and tender skin.

Sera's skin was just like hers, delicate and fragile, he had known that for a long time.

"I'm sorry." Eric's breathing became rapid.

He didn't dare to look at the scene above the curve, hidden under the hem of the skirt. With red ears, he hurriedly wrapped the wound for her and stood up, "I'll call the doctor to take care of it when I get back later."

Sierra adjusted the hem of her skirt and found a big tear in the back. She whispered, "Please help me pick up the shawl. My skirt is also torn in the back."

Eric went to pick up her plaid square scarf again. He wanted her to wrap it around her hips, but the girl leaning on the tree trunk jumped into his arms first and complained: "The tree trunk hurt my back. It hurts so much, please help me.”

She only had an injury to her leg, but her hand was still intact. She didn't feel that it was wrong at all to deliberately seduce Eric. She just worriedly unfolded the scarf and carefully wrapped it around her waist and tied a knot at the side.

Seeing him finish all this, Sierra also commented, "You look like you are tying wood, the knots are so ugly, are you tying your legs like this for me?"

Eric held her waist and responded in a low voice, "No one will find it ugly under the skirt. You can teach me what you like about the knot on the waist next time."

Sierra nodded, "Okay."

At this time, she suddenly remembered, "By the way, where is Anaxi? She didn't come back with you?"

"Her horse came back first after I calmed her down. This bush is easy to identify." Eric glanced in the direction of the bush and then looked at the spotted horse lying on the ground. "I have to call someone for help. This horse Maybe the horse can be saved.”

It is expected that there will be an update of 1.5w on Tuesday

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