A Glass Of Hard Liquor

Chapter 7

The middle-class giant is beautiful in appearance, wearing sparkling jewels and robes. Although there is no aura of high society, unlike the ugliness of low society, their skin and body are also very radiant. Curly hair, black eyes, rough sandpaper, fierce character, these giants are middle-class giants.

But. . . The world is a giant of medium height. Why is it as fierce as a lower giant?

Although this is not expressed by shouting, the expression of silence and majesty suggests that it is a rather fierce character.

The King pondered, and cast an involuntary glance, thinking that he had provoked the anger of the world, and said something else.

"Veral, have you ever heard them say that there are many kinds of wine? Some are kind and some are fierce."

There was no bagpipe or flute in the sentence, which made Worrall turn his eyes to the speaker and then have to give Sean an expression as he spoke the next sentence.

"My brother's giant must be the latter, the ferocious giant."

Yes, without fault, Worrall looked disdainful before reacting.

"You must be a madman, an unconscious man, and even if you are so sick, and fall in love with me, and I am the throne, it is not enough to want to rule with a man, you must have fought too hard to be a man."

King smiled, and one was glad that the world had at last spoken to him, and the other was glad of his revenge, and he stretched his face across the table, saying that his voice was tempting.

"I didn't expect a man of few words like you to prick my heart like a sharp needle."

I want to sneeze with my gold belt!

You have to hold your hand tightly before you accidentally take a beautifully carved stake fruit bowl and hit Joan's handsome face, disfiguring his drinks.

But at last he held back his anger, and the wine disappeared, and the King was glad that his anger had dissipated, and then sat down on his back, and suddenly stretched out his hand and took a piece of oil meat from a golden belt to the world.

"Eat this meat. I intend to let the maid-in-waiting cook it for you. I hunt for you."

He, to be honest, at dawn, he and Garrett, along with ten Brahmins, pulled Assad into the forest of human borders. I went hunting in the f*******n land because I thought that wild giants living in the wilderness like the world might have tasted the animals in human land, so I wanted to taste them.

But. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

As he had been staring, the King frowned, and said he knew what he meant.

"Don't belittle your heart, just one word, it is your heart that saved your life."

If you eat it, your debt will disappear, right?

Villara knew she couldn't erase it, but she was willing to eat it if she wasn't angry. But when the kingship stretched out his hand to take away a piece of meat from the kingship's hand, the other party withdrew his hand and dodged, so as not to let him take it easily.

Slender eyebrows, closed eyes, staring at people angrily.

"If you want to eat it, you can eat it from my hand, and I will give it to you."

How cunning!

"You..."

Villara said that he just wanted to beat this handsome face full. In fact, the kingship had no interest, just held out his hand again.

"Open your mouth, Giant. I will feed you this meat."

If the kingship does not agree, the kingship will not give up. So the king opened his mouth, put the piece of meat into his mouth from his thick hand, and chewed it slowly.

When the king saw that the king had tasted a delicious food, he handed it to his hunter. Then King could not help laughing, and suddenly raised his hand, clasped his left breast tightly, and then groaned again in a low voice.

"Ah..."

Walla paused, as if asking something, for King's gesture looked as if he had suddenly fallen ill, but when he heard the answer. . .

"Seeing you eat with relish, I know that the stone in this shaft is tougher than the stone, and the stone in this shaft is so fragile, because of your loveliness, so I ask you to give me a reward, because I have said so much."

... . He clenched his hand again.

I don't need to hit him in the face and his feet with a belt.

It's creepy. What are you looking for?

As soon as today's meal is finished, the kingship has made the world lose a lot of vitality. Although it rarely moves, it is more tired than usual because of upset.

The world takes a bath and plans to go to bed. But when he went to the bedroom, he found a huge human body lying by his bed.

"You..." . . . Here we go again.

This beautiful face will soon have deep marks. The kingship would often make him frown, and he knew it himself, and he saw his eyes, and his thick palms flapped on a soft mattress beside him.

"Come, Giant, I will let you sleep tonight."

King thinks that such rash action will easily make the world agree with him. Before he decided to go to the palace of the world, he looked carefully to see if he had acted in such a hurry as he had done for the first time. Give me a few thin, thin, thin, thin, thin, thin and thin

For Woral, no matter what kingship does, it can find the right time, because he never dedicated his body and soul to Jomtoup. When he saw it, he raised his hands, clasped his chest, and issued a calm command.

"Get out."

King thinks he will be fired, but he will not leave easily.

"Don't push me away, I just want to meet me and talk before sleeping with me, so it won't bother me too much."

Just talking is enough, so Villali didn't respond and suddenly asked.

"What do you want to negotiate with me?"

"Too distant."

Said the King, for Villara stood in the same place, and Villara approached, stopped at the end of the bed, and then urged again.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly."

Worrall's tone is as smooth as ever, but this time, he seems to be full of anger. He is tired and wants to have a rest. The king saw his weariness and sat up. Move, grab the world's arm and pull it down.

"For what do you stand and negotiate? Sit down, I don't want to make you tired."

But you're exhausting me!

The world turned its reproachful eyes on the kingship, and he felt no sympathy. Seeing him sitting down, he opened his mouth and kept asking questions about it, and kept talking, though he was not usually such a giant. It's all about pleasing the world.

Garrett said that anyone likes to listen to his story, but. . . This is limited to Yutakanee or others, not the world.

The more he listened, the more tired he became, and his eyes became sleepy. The king noticed it and asked him hastily.

"Is your heart already sleepy?"

The world took a look. "I see. Hurry back to your house."

But instead of rushing over, the kingship pressed down the stumbling block of the world and then lay beside him.

"If you are sleepy, go to sleep, and I will stay and coax you."

This giant is so shameless!

Villar did not want to hold a mad giant any longer, and he was drowsy, so he closed his eyelids and let the kingship go sideways.

As long as it is not touched, Gaya will be fine.

But. . . Sleeping side by side with those who are fascinated by him, you will become prosperous, smell the flowers floating in the house in front of you, and your feelings will surge to an uncontrollable degree.

One hand was raised to touch his skin, to sleep, to have deep feelings with him, but after a while he had to pull it down, realizing that if he touched it, he must be very angry. The world would not agree, even though he was so gentle, but soon he would raise his hand and want to touch it again, and then pull it down again, which he did several times.

Feelings are like poison. Once poisoned, they can't be cleared. Only poison will penetrate into the blood and spread to the heart, making the heart tremble and feel more affectionate than before.

War is very difficult for kingship, but the war of love is very difficult to suppress. It took him a long time to calm down. He sighed, glad that he had not disturbed the people around him and let them wake up from their sleep.

But. . . Even if he doesn't wake up other things with his hands, he can wake up the world.

His Royal Highness Verulla felt the warmth, heat and stiffness of something on his femur. When tangled in thin cotton cloth, Verulla fell into a trance state of half asleep and half awake.

That. . . Or. . .

Suddenly he opened his eyes, only to find that something bothered him, and that was the great stick of kingship, who put on airs under his master's clothes.

"Did you wake you up?"

Asked the King in horror, and he sat up hastily, and then looked into the middle of his body, his eyes pointing in the wrong direction.

"I really woke the giant. I am sorry, for my stick does not love you, but smells your body and it will stand up. I doubt it will want to explore his golden cave."

Villar even put his face crooked and endured the impetuous giant's dirty words without even saying his mouth.

"Before you leave, you will be separated by real sticks."

When the kingship hit his shirt for the first time, his voice became very harsh.

"Oh, my giant..."

"If you do not go, leave your stick here."

He had to shut his mouth when the world put his hand under the pillow, took out the dagger he had taken away the other day, and held his hand tightly.

He has only one stick, how can he cut it off easily?

Although the kingship knew that his strength was impossible if there was to be a fight, the kingship did not want to cause any discord between him and his heart. Under such threats, the kingship relentlessly agreed.

"In that case, I must go back to the palace first, and I will come back to find a new student tomorrow morning."

When the sound was over, he left the palace and let the world sigh.

The kingship is a crazy giant. . .