Qu Fuer was about to cry because she couldn't find the silver pigeon.

  She walked dejectedly towards the Quewu, but when she turned a corner, she suddenly saw the girl with long honey-colored hair sitting on the steps in front of the Quewu, hugging herself, and wearing a silver robe.

  “Silver Pigeon!!!” She ran over in a daze, grabbed the girl and hugged her in her arms, “I’ve been looking for you for a long time, I thought you, I thought you…”

  "Fuer..." Yinge raised her head in confusion and saw Qu Fuer. All the hidden emotions, fear, terror, and inner melancholy suddenly poured out, and her tears fell like beads from a broken string. "Fuer! Fuer! Why did you come just now? Why did you come just now?!"

  The lights in the sparrow house were on, the door opened, and the housekeeper ran out holding a lamp, "Yinge! Fu'er!!" She looked anxious, "How could you run away without permission! Ah Le told me that you asked her to borrow clothes, you two bad girls! I was so worried!"

  When she saw the blood on the silver pigeon, she almost fainted. "My silver pigeon, you are hurt, aren't you? Let mom take a look. Where are you hurt? Does it hurt? How did you get back? I asked Abe and old Firman to look for you along the street, but they looked for you several times and didn't see you."

  "Mom, I just met Sister Yinge too." Qu Fuer said. She looked at the blood scab on Yinge's exposed thigh and said, "She must have injured her leg."

  "A kind-hearted person brought me back. It's okay, mom. I can walk now." Yinge wiped her face and stood up with the help of Qu Fuer. "Fuer, please hold on to that dress for me. Don't lose it."

  "I know." Qu Fuer said, "I'll wash the clothes that Sister Ale and I borrowed together and return them to you." She said this casually when she saw the blood stains on the silver robe.

  "No, give it to me!" Yinge snatched the robe, "I can wash it myself." The expression on her face and the anxiety that she could not hide were seen by the housekeeper.

  That must be an adventure, Mom thought, but for Yinge, if she handled it well, it would be just a beautiful dream, but if she handled it poorly, it might turn into a nightmare.

  Fu'er said it was up to you, but she still helped Yinge back to her room. She saw that the housekeeper would help treat the wound on Yinge's leg, so she went to Sister Ale's room first.

  That red dress was really in trouble. Fu'er apologized to A'le again and again. A'le tried to gain some advantage with her, but he was still worried whether she was in danger.

  "I'll return the clothes to you after I wash them."

  Qu Fuer pounded her shoulders and walked to her room in the backyard. She was tired, exhausted physically and mentally. Fortunately, Yinge was fine, and they were able to return to the sparrow house safely.

  But...but...she couldn't help but think back to that figure under the moonlight.

  My heart was beating fast.

  She came to the room, reached out to push the door, walked in, and when she was about to close the door, she suddenly felt someone following her into the room.

  She was surprised and turned around, only to bump into someone's chest.

  That familiar yet strange smell is like the devil and also like god.

  Cesare buried his head in the crook of Quever's neck.

  "Don't move. I will be in the Holy Prison tomorrow. Don't talk. Let me rest for a while."

  Qu Fuer reached out and opened the curtains a little so that she could see the full moon in the sky.

  Her little bed is next to the window so that when she can't sleep, she can look at the stars and the moon in the sky.

  However, at this moment, she felt as if she had fallen into a dream. The man lying in her arms was the one who had just appeared in the moonlight. He was completely different from the man she had first met. There were no thorns on his body, and he did not have any cunning tricks.

  After he finished speaking, he was going to the Holy Prison, and Qu Fuer was shocked.

  However, Cesare took off his robe and leather armbands and reached out to touch Fu'er's hair. "It's getting long. You'll look better with long hair." He spoke in a tone that was very familiar to her and not at all awkward. "Where is the bathroom? I want to take a bath first."

  Fu'er led the way for him, and then saw him reveal his body in front of her for the first time.

  Yes, yes, even though they had had such evil intercourse, he still wrapped himself in the robe.

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  The man's lean body appeared in front of Fu'er, and she was surprised by the scars on his body.

  She was like a bewildered little girl, standing in front of the bathroom, not knowing what to do or whether to leave?

  "towel."

  Cesare said.

  Qu Fuer took her own bath towel and wiped the water droplets off his back.

  "You should take a shower too. I don't like holding you when you smell of blood."

  Qu Fuer blushed. She wanted to wash herself, but definitely not in front of him. The man didn't seem to want to leave, so she had to take off her red skirt, blushing, and wash herself.

  The man stood beside her with his arms folded, "Actually, you look really good in red clothes." He suddenly said, and his tone made Qu Fuer's heart surge.

  The man wrapped Fu'er in the towel he had just used to wipe his body and led her back to the bed.

  Fu'er was a little nervous, and she instinctively feared that those things would happen again. However, Cesare just lay down in the quilt, "Aren't you coming in?" He tilted his head to look at Qu Fu'er, and suddenly said, "I didn't see your name in the recruit book, what, don't you want to join the Knights?"

  Fu'er bit her lip, not knowing how to answer.

  "I've seen you practice shooting, and to be honest, you're pretty bad at it." Cesare muttered, as if he was about to fall asleep. He opened his eyes and saw Qu Fuer still standing by the window, frowning, "Even though it's summer, you can still catch a cold." He stood up, reached out, grabbed Qu Fuer, and pulled her back into the quilt.

  "What are you going to do?" Fu'er asked nervously.

  Cesare closed his eyes, licked Fu'er's lips gently, and then whispered, "Go to sleep, don't talk." He hugged Fu'er and buried his head in her chest, "I'm tired."

  Qu Fuer looked at the young man in surprise. Which side of him was this? However, the next thing she heard was the man's long and even breathing...

  Is it a dream?

  Qu Fuer dreamed that she and Cesare were physically entangled and inseparable.

  Her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, and he entered her body happily. They made love like lovers, kissing and laughing. Cesare said, "Fre, speak louder. I love to hear your voice."

  She moaned wildly, no longer suppressing her lust with every thrust of the other party. She loved the intoxicating and decadent feeling.

  The man's fingers were like fire, igniting every sensitive part of her body. The only thing she could do was to hug the man tightly and let his penis hit her body wantonly.

  She said, "I want it, Cesare, give it to me, fuck me to death with your thing." She felt like she had turned into a silver dove, so charming, sexy and attractive.

  Cesare whispered the most obscene words in her ear, and she laughed like a silver bell.

  However, the next moment, the other party gushed out a white liquid inside her body, and the hot liquid fell on the bed along with her honey. Qu Fuer's heart suddenly became confused. What if the people in Quewu knew about it? What if they saw it?

  She woke up suddenly, only to find that it was really just a dream, a nightmare she had been having for many days.

  She was the only one lying on the bed, naked under the covers. There was no sign of a man in the room, or even any trace of him having been there.

  Fu'er looked around frantically, hoping to find something.

  However, only the pain in her lower body vaguely told her that maybe something happened last night, maybe it was just a dream. She lifted the quilt, but did not find a small dried mark on her lower abdomen.

  Is it a dream?

  She really didn't know.

  Cesare changed into plain white clothes and combed his black hair up.

  Then he walked barefoot into the Holy Prison with the bishops.

  First, ten lashes, then kneeling to listen to the oracle in the holy book. Then ten lashes, then kneeling to listen to the oracle in the temple. And so on, six times a day.

  He closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and endured the pain from the whip.

  The Wind Wolf Squad has already tracked down the Uliana merchants in the trading street, and finally ignited a fire between the already turbulent Elima and Uliana Federation.

  The bodies of the Uliana merchants were found in a mountain stream in the south the next day. They had taken poison or fled because they knew they could not escape Elima's pursuit. The Uliana Federation accused Elima of killing merchants in their country, and Elima blamed Uliana for the Full Moon tragedy. There were also rumors that the dragons in the north were secretly controlling all this.

  Cesare pursed his lips slightly. He knew all this was going to happen. If you want a revolution, you must pay a price. That's why he was able to return to Elima in such a short time.

  He saw all this happening in an orderly manner, but the only thing he didn't expect was to see that red figure in the crowd.

  At that moment, he had the slight urge to jump off the griffin and tell her not to run around.

  What was even more incredible was that he went to find her again - the woman who was trembling with fear, but still hugged him on that pitiful and simple narrow bed.

  He was awakened by her moans in her dream, so he looked at her carefully for a while in the early morning before the sun rose, her peaceful and sweet sleeping face.

  He would leave after the sun rose, and they would be separated once again, and he really didn't know when they would see each other again - and he had promised those people that he would find the baby girl and return her to them.

  He suddenly felt reluctant and thought of several methods in his mind. Each method had its own risky aspect, which was that he did not understand the girl's mind.

  He kissed her, so gently, intoxicatedly, licking her lips, eyes, and the sensitive area behind her ears with his tongue. He felt his penis stirring under his crotch, and the girl giggled, looking innocent and charming, as if she had had some beautiful dream.

  He lifted her legs and reached out to touch her private parts, where love juice was slowly flowing out.

  He wanted her, yes, this kind of mind was occupied. It was to enjoy her alone, just like when he was a child, when he saw his favorite things, he had to take them home and treasure them seriously.

  He entered Fu'er's body again.

  Cesare was wrapped in that warmth and tightness, and he couldn't help but move inside her.

  The girl's tender moans began to fill his ears. She licked her lips with her tongue and hooked her hands around his body.

  She was like a seductive snake, so sexy and charming, and she kept saying, "Cesare, I want you to fuck me to death."

  What did she dream about?

  Cesare thought playfully.

  What fun thing will it be?

  Anyway, he was in the dream, which made him excited.

  They made love in the most common positions. The man didn't have to pretend to be arrogant, and the woman didn't have to pretend to resist.

  Then Cesare came, and he was almost consumed by the pleasure. He rubbed the other person's body with his hands randomly, and then the sun rose, and he was really going to leave.

  The semen that fell on Fu'er's lower abdomen then dried into a small semen stain, and just like that, it fell into Qu Fu'er's dream.

  Qu Fuer woke up from her dream, and Cesare finally disappeared just like that.