Early the next day.

"Are we really going to accept this commission?"

"of course!"

Gwen said to Curse Blade: "You don't know how scary the dragon flames were at that time. He just stood there, with Yuanli making his armor look like a layer of paper, and he just held the lightsaber like that...

"

Gwen pursed her lips and glared at the person with a cold expression.

"...Just stand there and look at me!"

Gwen patted her chest: "Hmm."

The formed shadow beast gestating in his belly made him slightly nauseous: "Although I used my actions to dispel his doubts when I was there, it was only temporary. We still have to report the spy issue to him. The orbit was tampered with. If

If I don't respond positively, he will still doubt us in the end. You know, if we want to survive, that means we have to take root on the fellow villagers."

Gwen stood on tiptoes and touched the [switch] softly next to Curse Blade's ear with a warm and sweet tone.

"Stay safe and don't have to be chased by others anymore."

Curse Blade's nonchalant expression froze for a moment, very slightly. Her acting skills were very good, and she stopped the flow of emotion with just a slight tremor.

Gwen knows the password.

For Cursed Blade, nothing is more important than stability.

In the past few years of wandering around, as a spy and intelligence agent, Curse Blade has inevitably weakened. It does not mean her skill and ability, but her heart has become dull. Her madness has been tethered by reason, and her rage has been blocked by a heart.

How pitiful it is to be bound by the pursuit of stability, but...maybe this is all that this woman named Petevna wants?

Gwen didn't know if this was the case, but it didn't stop him from using this method to touch the weak part of the other person's heart.

Let him make plans for himself.

However, it only takes one time and the other person will feel it.

Gwen stretched out her hand to straighten the collar of Curse Blade and said expressionlessly: "Your collar is in a mess. Didn't you get a good rest yesterday?"

Then he faced the dining table and looked at the cat lamp pressing the coffee machine with its tail.

Cursed Blade quietly lowered his head and looked at his side face, but his eyes were reflected back to Gwen by the big eyes that were brightly lit by the cat lamp.

"You made some noise yesterday..."

"I didn't do it, and it has nothing to do with the four of them. It was this fellow countryman who was attacked by the Mind Flayer Cult. The Eternal One seized on Long Yan's weakness and attacked him once, which really pissed him off.

.”

Cursed Blade shrugged: "Well, it has nothing to do with you. In short, even with the noise caused this time, a secret agent would naturally wake me up. We discussed it for a long time. I could have gone to have something to eat and play billiards.

of......"

"It's so rare for you to admit that you're tired." Gwen got coffee, two pieces of garlic bread, and a breakfast of bacon, grilled sausage, cheese and corn.

"Isn't it a natural fact that I will be tired?"

Curse Blade, cry, cry, cry~ It’s not a sin, no matter how strong you are, you have the right to be tired~

Gwen sang in her heart, very happy, but her face was expressionless. She turned her head and pinched Curse Blade's face affectionately with her hands, but her expression remained cold.

He paused and looked directly into Curse Blade's eyes:

"You shouldn't be tired. You are the strongest person. For our stability, come up with a plan for me at noon. The Mind Flayer Cult and the preliminary plan to destroy the Mind Flayer Cult. I completely rely on you.

I'm completely dependent on you."

Curse Blade paused for a moment and smiled: "You sound like one of those people who admire me."

"Is there anything wrong with worshiping you?" Gwen tilted her head, "Then return my worship, okay?"

Curseblade replied: "Okay."

Then Gwen let go of her hand, landed her heels on the ground again, picked up the dinner plate, and walked to the dining table without mercy, without any intention of staying.

...Gwen walked away, sat down, and took a bite of cheese-covered corn and bacon without any expression.

A smile broke out on his face, his eyes narrowed, with a happy expression.

The spark behind Cursed Blade poked his head out and asked curiously: "Gwen has become more and more...powerful recently, don't you think so?"

Curse Blade tilted his head and smiled at Sparks: "No."

"real?"

"He's just getting closer to people, Sparks, you have to recognize changes in people." Curse Blade said to Sparks like a teacher, "Gwen's personality is inherently awkward..."

Sparks listened, but always felt that Curse Blade had been bewitched by Gwen's beauty.

...

After approving some documents in the morning, Gwen is about to go out to visit fellow villagers, and buy some before a few big forces buy all the wild fruits to purify the fruits. Maodeng has technology that can restore the delicious taste of fruits. This

Just another amount of money, and I can go hunting outside.

Therefore, except for Artyom who had to drive the car, he didn't even call Mihayla, but instead called Coral along with him.

When Coral twisted her waist and sat in the car, Artyom's eyes widened.

From White Bear Shade's point of view, there is probably no such beautiful person in the entire Utopia.

Gwen sat in the back seat with Coral.

"Artyom, go down and drive along the lake. When you see the abandoned mine, turn to the mine cave near the lake. Drive straight and you will probably encounter the mobile mine cart Descartes."

"The Descartes? Where else are we going on the way?"

Artem started the car.

Pull the handbrake.

Gwen said: "Go pick up Annalie. We need to do some hunting on the way. The specific coordinates are here."

He took out the document given by Curse Blade and handed it to Artyom.

Artyom was rarely excited: "I went to punish evil and promote good again."

"That's right."

Aqiao suddenly became extremely happy and took the file and started reading it.

He seemed to have mistakenly believed that the Sniper Cat was running a public welfare justice organization, constantly killing scum and evil creatures. In a sense, this was correct, so Gwen decided to tell Artyom several times that they were not

It is a public welfare justice organization. To be precise, it is not justice. It is just that it is faster and easier to make money by hunting scum. This needs to be clarified, otherwise Artyom will continue to misunderstand.

Oh no.

...

When Annalee was picked up, her whole expression was one of great relief.

Look at the cute little skirt she is wearing. The Squirrel Girls put it on her with the excuse that "your model is exactly the same as our daughter's". And this guy is surprisingly gentle, or he has become a person after awakening to his humanity.

I am too weak to refuse.

After getting in the car, Annalie let out a sigh of relief.

"Very hard?"

Gwen asked.

"Not really." Anali replied expressionlessly, while greeting Coral and Artyom: "I'm bothering you again today, Acho Coral. Is he willing to take you out to play today?"

Coral stretched, revealing her slender waist, and her white skin that was almost reflective: "He was afraid that I would get bored, so he brought me here to play when he knew there was a lake where he was going today."

"So kind?" Annalie looked at Gwen.

Gwen stepped aside to let him in.

He said coldly: "There is something wrong with people who think I am unkind. Annalie, we are the same kind, and our blood is blended together."

He stretched out his hand, palm to palm with Annalie, their fingers intertwined, and his body pressed on the other person's thigh, almost riding on her.

"Do you feel my warmth?"

"..."

"Do you feel the kind of affection between us that has nothing to do with blood or friendship?"

"..."

"Annali, how could you be so stupid? We are relatives. You see, we share life and death. Even if we die, it will only be

I changed from taking care of you to you taking care of me. Do you want to touch my heart? Will it beat because of lies? Or is it as calm and stable as telling the truth."

Gwen pressed her palm and put it against her chest.

Annalie felt a calm, slow and strong heartbeat.

Not a liar's heartbeat.

"..." Annalie's expressionless disguise was broken, and she was a little weak, and she said: "I believe you."
To be continued...