The Pirate Empress is my wife, but I’m fooling around outside

This is the heart of the forest.

At the top of the hill, there is a hot spring ten meters square, and the "grunt" is steaming.

There is a flat stone in the center of the hot spring, like a comfortable single bed, which is just about 20 centimeters covered by water, and is suitable for lying on it and bathing, and at first glance it is simply the best place to play wild!

Brontë landed by the hot spring, gently put Kalifa down, and then slipped away from his clothes.

"What are you going to do? Don't try to play hooligans. Kalifa pushed her glasses and said with a red face.

Brontë ignored her and went straight down to the hot spring pool and soaked his whole body in the water.

"Comfortable!"

If you come to a glass of fat house happy water, it will be very comfortable, well, add a plate of fruits and vegetables.

"Hurry up and get down!" Looking at the motionless Carifa, the anxious Brontë hurriedly urged.

"I'm not going down, don't think I don't know what you want to do." Kalifa pouted and said arrogantly.

Brontë looked at her stunned, thinking, is this still the domineering royal sister before, how can she also have such a squeamish side? It seems that the way of the world has changed!

At this time, it is more necessary to show the true colors of men.

Brontë fluttered to the shore, hugged Princess Carifa, who was half a head taller than him, and then slowly descended to the hot spring pool, and then put down the beautiful woman.

Kalifa showed the coquettish side of the woman, she knew that at this moment, she had completely fallen!

It's like the hot sun in the sky, suddenly covered by the clouds and becoming cool.

Brontë put her mouth on Kalifa's shoulder, and her hands began to uncontrollably undress her.

"I'll do it myself!" Kalifa gently pushed the boy away, took off the water-soaked high heels, revealing his crystal toes, and then slowly faded the black stockings, exposing the two slender and round jade legs to the wilderness.

Looking at the two large white pythons submerged in the water, Brontë kept swallowing saliva, as if looking at delicious food.

It's not that his mind is not firm enough, but the stunner in front of him is too beautiful.

Seeing the young man staring straight at him, Kalifa stretched out her long legs, grabbed his waist, hooked the teenager to her side, and said angrily: "Young age, don't study well!"

"Men are not bad, women are not loved."

Kalifa stretched out her finger and tapped the boy's forehead, "Crooked reason, it's all crooked reason, you remember, sister, I only eat the gentle one."

Brontë smiled and did not speak, buried his head between the two white rabbits, and enjoyed the comfort of softness.

Kalifa hooked her arms around the boy's neck, rested her forehead on top of his head, and swayed gently.

The two hugged like this for more than ten minutes, until Brontë's neck was a little sore, and he was willing to pull his head out.

The young man took a deep breath, blinked his eyes and said, "Sister Kalifa, when I first traveled around the world, I learned a technique called Thai massage, do you want to try it?"

"Traveling the world? How old are you to travel the world? Kalifa's face was full of disbelief.

Brontë looked into the distance and said meaningfully: "Eh, back then, my family was well-off, so I could run all over the world, unlike now, I can only flee everywhere."

"Why did it become like this?" Kalifa held her head and suddenly became interested.

"Confused for a moment, don't say anything, come, sister, let you taste my technique..."

Brontë ordered Carifa to lie on the stone in the middle of the pool, the spring water just over the tempting waist socket.

This jade body, more dazzling than the most brilliant diamond in the world, makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Ingenious!

Kalifa closed her eyes, her face full of expectation.

Seeing this, Brontë took a handful of clear springs, dripping from the snow-white neck to the soles of his feet, and then rubbed rhythmically from the rosy soles of his feet.

Kalifa looked like she had never felt such a wonderful fingering.

The improvement of the ability of the surgical fruit allows Brontë to clearly perceive the location of the acupuncture points, and can grasp the strength of the hand just right, and the massage speed is slow and clear, bringing the most extreme experience to the "customer".

"How's it going, are you okay, sister?"

"Uh-huh, I didn't expect that there was such a magical technique in the world, it's really wonderful!" Kalifa's face was crisp red and her complexion was very good.

Brontë smiled gratifyingly, then moved his fingertips up, came to his calves, and began to gently twist and wipe again.

Kalifa let out a low moan, as if touched by sensitive nerves, and Jade's leg twitched slightly.

Seeing Carifa's reaction, Brontë was very satisfied with his technique, so he became more comfortable.

After that, all the way up, pinching the knees and pinching the thighs, then the hips, waist, spine, arms, fingers, and finally the neck, forehead, temples.

This set is gone, an hour is gone!

After relaxing, Kalifa collapsed on the stone, and although the place where she was pressed was faintly painful, the feeling of emptiness and lightness was really fluttering.

When the prelude is over, Brontë plans to do a real job and smash the yellow dragon.

He told Carifa to lie still, her ass slightly pouting.

Kalifa understood and obeyed.

In order not to be spied on by the surrounding creatures, Brontë summoned a barrier to isolate the space.

So, among the lush mountains and forests, a touch of spring lit up the entire sky.

——

As the sun sets, two intertwined figures separate.

Kalifa stood up, looked down condescendingly at the still dragon-spirited boy, and said unspeakably: "Brontë, you have many secrets and seem to have a variety of fruit abilities, but I hope you can conjure a few ropes to come out, no, just one."

Brontë looked at her puzzled, "Sister, the barren mountains, what do you want the rope for?"

"You'll find out later!"

Hearing this, Brontë didn't ask more, using the thread fruit ability, conjured up a few lines, and then combined them into a brand new rope.

Kalifa carefully took the rope, pulled it hard, found that it was of good quality, and then tied the boy's hand strongly, and tied the other end to a small tree by the hot spring.

Brontë instantly understood, and said with a smile: "Oh, it turns out that my sister is okay with this mouthful!"

"Snap, shut up, I'll let you do whatever you want next, do you hear?" Kalifa drew her whip, like a high-ranking queen.

At this time, Bobram was like a docile little sheep, and did not dare to make a second time, "Let my sister dispose of it." "

......

On the moon, two sneaky figures returned to Uncle Rhombus's house.

Due to excessive force, Brontë needs Carifa to help him walk, making him a very useless man.

When asked by his companions, Brontë explained that he accidentally dodged his waist when he caught the guide bird.

In order to cover up the truth, he deliberately exposed the scars on his back, which were like the whip marks of a long snake.

"Strangled by thorns."

For his set of words, everyone actually believed it, and Margaret even intimately wanted to wrap him with some herbs.

Brontë hurriedly refused, what he needed now was not an external application, but an internal dose, and it must be food or medicine to replenish energy, if there are sea cucumbers, goji berries, large waists and the like, it is suitable!

It's just a pity, nothing.

"What about the guide bird you caught?" Frankie was the first to notice that something was wrong, and the two returned empty-handed.

Brontë scratched his head in embarrassment, "This... Anyway, the current still has a few days to appear, there is no hurry, and the guide bird is about the same size as a bison, and there is no place to raise it if it is caught now. "

The crowd was noncommittal.

In the evening, Brontë went to the ship alone, while the others stayed at Uncle Diamond's house temporarily.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, a dark shadow crept onto the boat.

Brontë pretended to be asleep, and now that his body is empty, he can't squeeze out a drop!

There really isn't a drop left!

But Margaret, who was visiting alone, obviously did not intend to let the captain go, and wanted to seize this few opportunities to be alone and have a good in-depth communication with him.

Helpless, Brontë could only make an excuse that the capture guide bird was tired and wanted to rest well, so he sent the left protector half-pushed, half-flickeringly away.

After he left, Brontë quickly locked the door for fear of being disturbed again.

Tonight, he has to catch up on his sleep.

That night, Brontë slept exceptionally sweetly, seemed to be really tired, and woke up the next morning with an unexpected harvest.

Not only has the fruit ability been greatly improved, but it has also awakened the domineering spirit of seeing and hearing one of the three-color domineering.