Chapter 663 Inside and outside the door Lugano did not waste a moment, propped himself up, ran to the fallen horse, and began to examine it carefully. After a few seconds, he shouted regretfully: "already dead!" This horse was really unlucky. It was hit twice by random bullets at a distance of hundreds of meters, one in the side of the body and one in the head. It was dead beyond death. In comparison, the driver was fine, at most he had some scratches when the car rolled over. Lumian glanced at Kolobo, who had his back to him and the others, as if he was still on guard against a possible attack from deep in the woods. He led Ludwig, who had flipped out of the carriage, to the side of the dead horse that was still bleeding. "Stop the bleeding." Lumian ordered Lugano. Why stop the bleeding when he's already dead like this? Although Lugano didn't understand, he still stretched out his gleaming hand. After the two wounds of the dead horse had shrunk and closed, Lumian turned his head and said to Ludwig: "It's your turn." Ludwig, who was wearing a children's formal suit, nodded slightly.

He also stretched out his right palm, grasped the dead horse with his five fingers, and slowly lifted it up. The blood-stained corpse of the horse suddenly stood up, and the overturned carriage also moved a little. Seeing this scene, Camus nodded slightly: Is this child from the "Death" path or the "Prisoner" path? But there is neither a cold breath nor a sense of corpse... After Lugano lifted the carriage, the horse corpse in its undead state continued to pull the five people towards the town of Tizamo. It was almost noon when Lumian saw his destination. It was a small town half-surrounded by rubber trees, soap trees, laurel trees, etc. There were several plantations scattered along the rammed earth roads, and the air was filled with different spice scents and the tempting smell of barbecue. The buildings in Tizamo are very distinctive. Except for the church of the "Eternal Sun" which has a distinct northern continent style, the rest are supported by wooden piles and stone pillars, with a deliberately empty floor at the bottom, which is a West Balam-style house. This is because many areas in West Balam have humid air and abundant rainfall, which often causes flooding and water accumulation. Looking at the people busy with their own affairs in the plantation and the town, Lumian got off the four-wheeled, four-seat carriage. ………… Trier, Monumental quarter, Orosei Street 9, apartment 702. Franka lay in the armchair, rocking gently as she thought about what happened yesterday. After getting up in the morning, Janna went straight out to the street to buy meat, vegetables, fruits and bread, which made Franca feel as if she was having a wet dream and was hallucinating. "Why did she suddenly come and offer to help me digest the potion? Compared to most people in Trier, she is definitely conservative... "Besides, she was so direct and blunt that I almost lost my desire. Shouldn't I create some ambiguity first to build up the atmosphere? By then, even if she doesn't take the initiative, I won't be able to control myself..." The more Franca thought about it, the more confused she became. She felt that this was not something Janna would do. When she thought back to Janna's past experiences and behaviors, she realized that there was nothing wrong with it: This is what Janna would do! "Janna has a temperament, or personality, that allows her to risk everything... "The flamboyant female singer who helped her before was raped by Maggot and became insane. After that, she was admitted to a mental hospital. In order to avenge her friend, she was really willing to go all out to assassinate Maggot. For this reason, she even bought the 'Assassin' potion on credit from me despite her own very tight financial situation. She was determined to become a Beyonder...

"When she attended the Hugues Artois banquet, she was able to risk her life to kill the bastard who brought disaster to her family in the market area, regardless of her fate, when faced with the councillors who were under the dual protection of the official Beyonders and the Evil God's Gifters... "In her heart, I should still be more important than that pretentious girlfriend. She suddenly came to me and offered to help me digest the potion. This is indeed something she could do... "And, hey, this is definitely not a spur-of-the-moment idea. She asked me several times before how the 'pleasure' potion was digested, whether I had someone to have pleasure with, and even recommended Lumian... "She noticed that I hadn't found a new partner for pleasure, and that I was only being open-minded on the surface. She was also stimulated by Lumian's promotion to Sequence 5 yesterday, so she felt that she needed to help her most important friend, so she gave it her all... "As if this wasn't enough, just because of these, Janna hasn't made up her mind to sacrifice her body. Oh, sacrifice... "Could it be that she discovered a long time ago that I secretly liked her, and that the reason she didn't find a new object of pleasure was because of her, and that she felt that she had affected my ability to digest the 'pleasure' potion, so she gave it up? "Yes! That must be the case. Only in this way will she really give it her all. "Ahhh! Why can't I find any element of love?" Franka wailed in her heart. If she had known this would happen, she would have mustered up the courage and shamelessness to ask Lumian for help. That way, at least she wouldn't be as conflicted and miserable as she is now. Of course, a big part of the reason why she didn't find a new partner of pleasure was that she cared about Jenna's opinion. She became Gardner Martin's lover and shared his lover before she met Jenna. There was no way to change it, so she continued. After Gardner Martin died, she said that she wanted to let Bronx experience real pleasure and participate in the witch's female party, but it was more of just talk. She was a little excited because of the novelty. If Bronx really agreed suddenly, she would be hesitant and might even find an excuse to refuse. She didn't want to leave a bohemian image in Lumian's mind of Jana. Simply put, her answer to the question "Is there really no one in this world that you care about?" has changed, so she is hesitant to find a new object of pleasure. "Janna has no real experience, and doesn't know how to play the game of deepening ambiguity step by step when it comes to sex. She can only return to the straightforward seduction she used when she was a 'little bitch'. But she doesn't want to deceive my feelings and make me fall deeper, so she acted like that yesterday. "Fortunately, she is relatively sober-minded and did not find a lover to make me give up and look for a new object of pleasure. Well, she may feel that this is giving me long-term pain instead of lasting pleasure, which will hinder my digestion of the potion..." After Franka figured out the whole thing, she became even more frustrated. …… Inside the staircase leading to Apartment 702. Janna, holding a bag of bread and carrying a basket of beef, vegetables and fruits, stopped in her tracks, somewhat reluctant to go back. When she thought about what happened yesterday, her face turned red and she didn't know how to face Franka. When she was a flamboyant female singer, she had seen other people being affectionate and thought that it was just like that. Although it was quite exciting, she should be able to endure it. Who knows, after truly experiencing it, one would discover that joy can make one indulge in it. Huh...Janna took several deep breaths in a row, trying to calm herself down. What she is worried about now is how to get along with Franka in the future: "Wait, should I pretend that nothing happened and face Franka with a normal attitude, or should I be more cheerful and take the initiative to mention what happened yesterday, acting like it's no big deal so that Franka doesn't mind? "But will this make Franca sad? She is digesting the 'joy' potion now... "Besides, one pleasure is definitely not enough. I must spend some time with her as a couple...

"Tonight, should I continue to seduce her like I did yesterday, or should I wait for her to take the initiative? "Fuck, this is so annoying!" Janna felt that this kind of thing bothered her more than assassinating powerful people. Whether it was the revenge on Maggot or the assassination of Hugues Artois, she thought that at most she would just die and didn't need to worry about other problems. But now this matter obviously would not cause her to lose her life, and the subsequent troubles would continue for a long time. Thinking about the many details that would have to be dealt with later, and the fact that she would have to actively maintain a physical relationship with Franca, Janna became so annoyed that she wished she could go and assassinate the Minister of Industry, Moran Avini, alone right now. After taking a few deep breaths and adjusting her mood, Janna analyzed from the perspective of a drama actor how she should perform in order to make Franca more willing to accept the subsequent pleasure. They had already taken the first step and made their commitment. She certainly wasn't willing to give up now and planned to keep their relationship going until Franka digested the "joy" potion. After figuring out what to do next, Janna raised the corners of her mouth and revealed a faint smile. Holding the bread and carrying the ingredients, she climbed the stairs briskly and returned to Apartment 702. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Franka jump up from the armchair as if by reflex, put on a smile, and said nervously: "Are you back?" Jenna laughed at Franca's performance, and sighed in her heart: If, if you don't want to be lovers, how nice it would be... Janna walked to the dining table calmly, put the things in her hand on it, and glared at Franca: "You haven't come to help yet!" "Okay, okay." Franca hurried over. Seeing that Janna was neither reserved nor unfamiliar, nor did she return to her usual attitude, she felt better for some reason and even began to look forward to the arrival of the night. ………… sizzle. The juice from a piece of beef dripped onto the fire, rising up as smoke, mixing with the smell of spices, making Ludwig swallow several times. But the little boy was patient and didn't rush, waiting for the piece of beef to be roasted to its perfect state. Lumian turned his body and looked at a three-story building diagonally opposite the restaurant. The tan house is the rebuilt residence of "Siso" Tewanaku. (End of this chapter)