Mysteries of the Earthsea

"Mr. Charles, does this dress look good?" Smiling Margaret gestured with a light blue dress in front of her.

Looking at Charles, who didn't say anything, she walked toward the bedroom with her long skirt. "Since you don't speak, I will assume that you agree. I also think this skirt matches my shoes."

Margaret quickly changed into a light blue dress and walked out of the bedroom. She gracefully circled Charles.

He picked up the brand new men's clothing aside and changed Charles to him.

"Mr. Charles, you feel tired if you are bored in the room every day. Let's go for a walk now. Maybe we go for a walk. Your illness will get better sooner."

Just as Margaret took off Charles' coat, she heard messy footsteps outside.

"Huh? Why are there so many voices? Who did my brother bring over?"

Under the leadership of the mouse, the crew quickly shuttled through the streets and alleys, and soon a quiet two-story building appeared in front of them.

"It's inside!" Lily pointed at the wooden door with her paw and said.

Just as they were about to rush in, some of them with red sleeves in their hands appeared from the air. They had various weapons in their hands, and their eyes were cold.

"Get out of here!!" The cold-eyed Dip took out a revolver around his waist, and the others also took out their weapons.

Just as the atmosphere became more and more tense, a voice rang from behind them, "Forget it, let them in." That was Jack's voice.

Hearing the order from his own leader, the figures of the red sleeves quickly disappeared and let the door out.

No matter so much, Dip rushed in excitedly.

However, when the crew of the Narwhal rushed into the room, they were surprised to find that the gorgeously decorated interior was in a mess. A beautiful girl was crying in a low voice with her arms around a male coat.

"Where's the captain?! Where the **** is Captain Charles!" Dip shouted angrily.

Two Marguerites, with red eyes like rabbits, raised their heads, choked and said, "Oh, there is a monster who snatched Mr. Charles two days ago."

In the dark sea, a small fleet is sailing fast. In the fleet, there are normal steamships with black smoke and some strange ships with huge turtle shells as their hulls.

But no matter what the ship was, the damage was very serious at this time, as if it had just been fought in an often difficult naval battle.

At the forefront of the fleet is a two-hundred-long giant ship. This is the car of the governor of the world, but now this ship belongs to another person.

Anna turned over and lay on the soft bed, breathing a little shortly. After she was wearing only a transparent tulle for a while, she turned her head to look at the naked Charles beside her.

"The little girl just can't do it. If she finds you, she will hug and kiss her shyly. Is it really a teddy bear? Men don't use it that way, right? Gao Zhiming."

Charles looked at the electric lights on the ceiling shaking with the waves of the sea, without any reaction on his face.

Anna lightly tucked the hair sticking to her body and drew circles on Charles's wounded chest with her fingers.

"I inquired about your news three years ago. I heard that you jumped on your own. I waited eagerly for you to come and pick me up. That was the end? Scumbag.

"Look at what you are going to be like. If I hadn't left a hand on you, you might not even be able to find the body."

"When did your left hand drop again? Why didn't you tell me when you wrote?"

Anna held Charles's head in her hands, whispering various things, Charles was talking nonsense, and the two of them said different things.

Half an hour later, Anna sat up again, the corners of her mouth curved with a hint of delicacy and charm. She leaned down and kissed Charles' neck inch by inch with her scarlet lips.

Her limbs began to grow rapidly, and returned to the tentacles with gray roots. Compared to before, the tentacles are now thicker and longer.

"The intermission is over and we continue."

The tentacles with gray roots squirmed, slowly winding Charles' head, more and more tentacles, and finally wrapped Charles' head into a tentacle ball.

Charles lay on the beach while basking in the sun while painting.

It’s warm and comfortable in the sun,

Charles stopped the paintbrush in his hand and looked up at the sun. "It's a little hotter, if only the temperature is a little lower."

The sun in the sky moved back quickly, and when it was just rising in the morning, at this time, the temperature was just right and very suitable.

"Well, that's all right." Charles nodded and continued to paint. As the paintbrush was applied to the canvas, an abstract man curled up on the ground, desperately hysterical, appeared on the canvas.

"Perfect." Satisfied Charles picked up the picture frame standing in the sand and framed it.

"Sashisha" brush continued to smear on the canvas, and the second painting was quickly drawn by him.

The background color of this painting is pitch black. With the outline of the brush, a few rumpled tentacles appear from time to time in the dark, and the tentacles also hold a deformed and bloated monster, which is vaguely carried. A trace of humanity.

After mounting the second picture, Charles continued to paint the third picture. The background color of this painting is scarlet, and as Charles's details are added, the paper is full of broken eyeballs, broken bones, and torn tentacles.

When the third painting was completed, Charles stood up, and he hung the three paintings on the white wall beside ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After carefully examining his new works for a while, Charles turned to the surrounding walls. Look at the other paintings, those are his works.

Although the types are different, most of the themes are despair, depression and madness.

Suddenly Charles stopped in front of one, it was a lonely tentacle with gray roots, he remembered that he had never painted this thing.

Soon his thinking was interrupted by a sudden sound from the side.

"Dude, why do you want to paint these? Is it bad for men to paint something? For example, what and what." Richard asked with his elbow on Charles' shoulder.

"What do you know, these are called art, you have to paint those things by yourself." Charles knocked his hand off.

"Cut, I'm too lazy to paint. I finally came back. Master, I'm going to a sea feast. See you later."

Pointing a **** to his back, Charles sat on the gaming chair next to him, picked up the VR goggles next to him and put on it.

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly. On the barren plain, a group of people in the distance were chatting and laughing at wild monsters.

That was his crew. They were playing a game. Charles took the staff in his hand and walked towards them. "Sorry, we've been waiting for a long time, let's go and let's get a copy."

The dragon tens of meters high was quickly wiped out by Charles and the others, and equipment of various colors broke out on the ground. Charles happily shared the harvest with everyone.

Just when he held an axe in his hand and put a silver helmet on his head, he suddenly saw something on the wall of the dragon's cave.

He walked over and found that it was a tentacle, and it seemed to be squirming.

Charles frowned, "What's the matter, there is a bug in this game?"