Chapter 215 Carnival
"You're here before I finish pulling it out."
He laughed as he spoke, clasped her hand tightly, and threw the bare bunch of roses into the bushes, abandoning them together with the anxiety of waiting.
"As long as you come, I will send the flowers to you again tomorrow."
Sierra stepped on a field of flower petals and shook his hand back, "My skirt is not suitable for walking too far, can you hold me and walk?"
Eric picked her up easily, and the girl in his arms weighed almost nothing. He complained again: "How come you haven't grown any meat back after raising her for so long? You are lighter than a deer."
Sierra hugged his neck and smiled: "I am heavier than an adult deer, so I will be as fat as a pig."
Eric couldn't deny it, "A strong body will make you healthy and less likely to get sick. The girls in our tribe are all stronger than you."
This is a fact. Compared with them, she is just a sick person who can't walk.
"Is the war situation okay now?" She changed the subject.
Eric: "Not very good. Cambugna County is close to the capital and will not be affected for a while, but our king has defeated the five large counties in the northwest region on his own land. Millions of people have been conquered by St. Wo Lun’s soldiers control the situation, and the situation is very bad.”
"Because the Sunderland Empire is behind it." Serra also focused on the northwest, which is the most chaotic and has many infectious diseases.
Eric said indifferently: "At worst, we will welcome a new king."
Sierra looked at him and said seriously: "My laundry factory and my Mawson Manor are my most important properties, if war approaches Wally."
Before she could finish speaking, Eric lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair, "I know, I will protect you and your property."
Sierra smiled, held his face and kissed him, "Merry Christmas, Eric."
"Merry Chrismas."
After the last church invasion until now, Eric's tribe had been renovated and many traps were laid outside. They still took a detour before entering.
It was filled with colorful lanterns, the bonfire was burning brightly, the cheers and the sound of sizzling barbecue created a festive atmosphere.
All the werewolves knew that Sera was coming today. When she appeared in gorgeous clothes, the atmosphere was still a bit light.
She was framed by Anna Xi and accused of harming them. To this day, these werewolves still remember this debt.
Gale was the first to bear the brunt. He actually stopped Eric and asked him to call people, but he rebelliously disagreed. Even pregnant Greni tried to persuade him to let go of his prejudice against Sera.
In fact, there is no prejudice. Anyone who harms the tribe is his enemy.
It just so happens that this is a former friend, now a bad guy, and Eric's only love.
Hateful relationship.
After Eric put down Sierra, he held her hand tightly and whispered: "You don't need to care about their eyes, most of them are not malicious."
Even though he said this, his body still stayed by her side as a protector.
Greni's belly was obviously pregnant. The werewolf's genetic problem grew rapidly, and the bulging bulge looked like a small watermelon.
Sierra stared at her belly and wanted to touch it, but restrained herself and gave her a reserved smile.
Greni took the initiative to come over and gave her a hug, "Merry Christmas Sierra."
"Merry Christmas."
"It seems that your health is much better, but your throat is still a little bad, and the crisp voice is gone."
She touched her face pitifully, "She was almost killed by a vampire, poor girl."
Sierra felt the care radiating from her body, truly genuine.
Not everyone here hates her, there are still people who firmly believe that she is not the mastermind.
Greni took the initiative to push out her belly, "Do you want to touch it?"
"Hey Greni." Gale walked over nervously, but her next words were blocked by her look, "Okay, okay, be careful."
Sierra really wanted to imitate it, but let it go in this situation.
She shook her head and took a step back, "Can I join your bonfire party? I miss the dancing before."
"Of course, except tonight we don't dance, we act out a fairy tale farce."
Grainne didn't force herself and invited her to sit by the campfire. "Fanny and Jem will perform Little Red Riding Hood and Granny Wolf right away."
"oh?"
Sierra sat down next to Eric and put a piece of toast in his hand.
"Those meats are sprinkled with chili peppers. You can't eat it too spicy for your throat. Eat this first, and I'll get you some non-spicy meat skewers."
She took a bite of the bread, and there was a layer of hot cheese stuffed inside, which was toasted just right.
Soon, under the cheers of the lively werewolves, Jem, a strong man in a red cloak with a red hood and a bamboo basket in his hand, walked over from the back of the house, holding his throat in the air. explain:
"Poor grandma is sick, and my mother asked me to bring wine and cake to see her, oops."
The waist thicker than a bucket swayed from side to side, and the eight-pack abs were looming under the red cloak. Jem's standard tough guy face was concave with an expression of innocence and ignorance.
Sierra couldn't hold it back and laughed.
Eric next to her put his arm around her shoulders, his chest vibrating with laughter, and he didn't forget to turn the barbecue in his hand.
The werewolf played by Fanny is really a living wolf. She surrounds Jem and flutters his red cloak with her fluffy tail. The painting style is strange and funny.
This transformational version of fairy tale farce almost made Sera’s buttocks rotten.
She really felt that Christmas with friends would be so fun and lively.
so good.
If only this were all true.
Sierra ate the meat skewers handed over by Eric. She had already had dinner and she quickly couldn’t eat any more. She pointed in the direction of Gail and said, “Eric, I want to be alone with Gail. Yes, I apologize to him, and hope that he and your tribe will eliminate the estrangement against me."
Eric's heart jumped forward so hard that he almost jumped out of his chest, "You want this? I thought you would never want to do this in your life."
When she admitted that she had done everything and refused to let go, the blow he suffered was huge.
I originally thought that my chances of winning were completely gone, but that was not the case.
She wanted to explain.
Does this mean that he has always been her choice?
Serra loved him.
This knowledge made Eric very excited, but Sierra didn't think much of it at all, it was just an excuse.
She stood up and patted his shoulder, "Of course I hope so. Can you give me some time to be alone with him? I believe he won't hurt me."
"Of course, I also know that he will not hurt you." Eric smiled, showing a row of white teeth. Sierra was his lover, and the entire tribe knew that no one would hurt her no matter how much they disliked her.