Cholera's body was thrown into the sea, and it was impossible to take her to the land to be buried. It smelled stinking when she was docking.

Moreover, she is a Noxusian from head to bone. Burying her in other places will definitely make her soul unable to calm down... In fact, she can no longer calm down. The betrayal in the world will never be cut off, which is equivalent to signing a lifelong contract with Carista.

However, this corpse has lost its soul. Even if it is thrown into the waters around Shadow Island, it will not be able to survive again.

After experiencing something like this tonight, it is difficult for anyone to sleep.

The sailors on the deck were boasting that they had wiped out several undead spirits and were able to chat. Everyone saw through them and didn't say them out loud. When the undead almost dragged the Siren into the sea, they were actually afraid of death.

The only survivor who did not make any money sat under the mast in a daze. Although the boss's wife, Fyette, was born from Bilgewater, had no joy at all at the moment.

The island sank, the tavern exploded, the secret library was gone, and even her best friend was used to death by the bad guys. Although she relieved the grievances before her death, it still made people feel unhappy.

"Drink?" Sarah sat down next to Fyette with two bottles of iced rum, who glanced at her, then took it and poured a large mouthful into her throat.

The ice drink's energy immediately came up, and Fyette pressed against the painful forehead and couldn't speak for a long time.

"I'm the same as the first time I drink ice wine." Sarah grinned, then suddenly her voice was low: "I'm sorry that this happened."

Fyette posed his prosthetic limb and said lonely: "It is a common situation to compete for treasures. I have encountered it before, but this time I came to someone who couldn't deal with it, so it turned out like this. If you want to blame, blame the Noxus."

A man is innocent and bears a treasure. Perhaps it is a fool to establish a stronghold around Shadow Island, but she still wants to trust people on the verge of corruption. Human nature is really too crazy and fragile.

The headache relieved a little, and she took a sip of wine: "I'm quite grateful to Jolera, and I'm happy to watch Vladimir sink into the sea with a warehouse's treasure house."

"That's the Black Rose man."

"What if I don't care, I have nothing now and there is nothing worth their concern for."

"Did you consider that my subordinates are looking for a job? Be a warehouse manager or something?" Sarah finally found the right opportunity to propose her purpose. She values ​​such talent who value integrity. Not everyone can do it when opening a tavern on Shadow Island.

But Fayette didn't agree to her.

"Forget it, this time it's so disgusting. When I go back, I may open an ordinary tavern to spend the rest of my life."

"Will you come back in the future?" Sarah saw that she was still nostalgic for Shadow Island.

"Where are you back? Shadow Island?" Fayette took a sip of wine and said nothing.

Maybe if someone invites her to Shadow Island again, she might not refuse.

...

In the room, Kahn told Kasha again about the causes and consequences of the great destruction, because perhaps in the upcoming Soul Erosion Night, these familiar faces will encounter again.

And Kasha will know more about the enemy and will be more decisive in fighting.

Although I don’t understand why the Noxus people have to fight like this, it’s too late and I’ll keep it for the next time.

"I'll help you rub your shoulders." Kahn looked at Kahsha with his arms stretched out his upper body, looked down at him in this posture and said for a long time, then suddenly he had an idea.

"Okay, but why?"

"I think you've been carrying your shoulder pods on your back, your shoulders must be very sore." As he said that, Kahn turned over and rode behind Kasha.

"It's not sour, that thing is not heavy."

"I have the final say whether it is heavy or not." Although his tone was a bit strong, his movements were very gentle. After gently putting Kasha's arms and letting her lie flat on the bed, his hands fell on Kasha's shoulders and gently pressed and rubbed them.

The force gradually increased, and Kasha didn't say a word.

"Say it when the force is right." He knew Kasha would not enjoy it, and even if he pressed it uncomfortable, he would not say it, so he said it first.

“That’s just right.”

"Really?" Kahn was not very convinced. He heard Kahsha's breathing was a little heavy.

"Actually, it can be lighter..."

"Just say it straight, don't be dissatisfied with me. I'm happy if you feel comfortable."

This is the problem. Kasha doesn't want to say that even a little bit but a bad thing, the two people who accompany him should actually urge each other rather than just indulge them.

As a man, Kahn definitely wants the other person to live a more comfortable life.

Kasha could keenly feel Kahn's psychological changes, her voice was covered in the pillow.

"But I press you to sleep every night. There were several times when I saw you sweating so much that you were hot, and I reached out to tick your hair that was sucked into your nose in the middle of the night. You didn't say anything about this either."

"You have discovered this." Kahn changed his movements, grabbed Kasha's arm and moved his shoulder joint backwards, relaxing his back muscles.

"I haven't slept to death, why didn't I notice it?" Kasha muttered: "Or why sleep separately tonight. It's not just separation, we just change our positions and don't press against you."

"No." Kahn refused decisively.

Although he had to press a person weighing dozens of pounds on his body every night, Kahn was used to holding Kasha to sleep. And the feel was amazing. He walked around his armpits with one hand, and his palms could rub his smooth back like a wiper, or touch his soft hair. The other hand walked around his slender waist, and downwards it was full of elastic buttocks, sucking his pig's trotters like a magnet, unable to stop.

If you change your position, where should his little hands that have nowhere to rest?

"Did Sarah tell you something? Don't pay attention to her, she's just sour."

"No one told me this, I suddenly thought of it."

"If this is God's punishment for me, then let the punishment come more violently! Let's not talk about it, sleep!" Kahn quickly lay down, hugged Kasha and turned around and put it on his body, a classic sleeping position.

The skin conveys a warm temperature and bakes the deep love in the quilt.

"What if I get pregnant and have a big belly? You can't lie on you like this." Kasha took her hair aside and looked at him seriously.

"Isn't that too early..." Kahn felt guilty and his arms around his waist unconsciously let go of them. "Okay, then try as you said."

He put Kasha flat, then restrained her, and lay honestly beside her.

Kahn suddenly figured it out. In fact, Kahsha was also considering him. Although he didn't really want this, if he could make the other party feel relaxed, nothing was wrong.

After he closed his eyes, Kasha suddenly reached out and poked his arm.

"Actually... I'm just my menstrual period is coming, and it's not convenient to lie down these days. Don't think too much. Your hands are warmer, so how about helping me rub my stomach?"
Chapter completed!