Chapter 62: The turmoil.

The large feathers that seemed as hard as steel at first glance turned out to be so soft.

Especially the touch from his buttocks made Aurora feel like he was sitting in a ball of soft cotton with good texture. Warm, soft, fleshy, quite comfortable!

If she could hold such a warm big bird to sleep at night, she felt that she would be so comfortable that she wouldn't need a bed for the rest of her life.

Aurora is a plush lover and likes furry things. Now that her hands were full of plush touches, she couldn't help but moan softly in comfort.

"Does your stomach still hurt?" Marcellus asked with concern.

Thinking of last night's mistake, Aurora couldn't help but feel shy.

Resisting a slight blush, she tried her best to look like she was fine, and nodded: "Well, much better. Thank you."

Looking at the little guy who was pretending to be calm, but his ears were slightly red, Marcellus's eyes were filled with tears. It's a smile that can't be turned away.

"It's good that you're feeling better. I've prepared some tonics for you and will give them to you when you get home tonight. If you feel pain again, I can help you with my hands."

Marcellus felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said, but When Aurora heard "help you with my hands", he couldn't help but think astray.

His face instantly turned red.

Seeing this little thing blushing so hard that even her bones turned a faint pink, the smile in Marcellus's eyes deepened.

"Strange, why can't I feel the slightest bit of wind when it flies so fast?"

This feeling is like sitting in an airplane cabin, extremely stable. However, the speed of this flight was even 90 degrees, which was no different from that of a fighter jet, but it did not make anyone feel any discomfort at all.

"Because I was afraid that you would be uncomfortable, I set up a barrier so that you wouldn't feel the wind."

Aurora: ...

Aurora no longer wants to use her brain to think about how powerful Marcellus is. Because she felt that even if she practiced for a lifetime, she would never reach such a perverted level.

After flying for an hour and a half, the Winged Eagle stopped and hovered in the sky.

"The Winged Eagle is too big to appear in the middle of the city."

Aurora nodded. Just as she was about to ask what she should do, her body was picked up by Marcellus again, and then he jumped directly from the clouds.

Aurora: ...

Every word, every move of this phoenix is ​​always breaking her thinking pattern and the inherent cognition in the inherited memory.

It seems that no spiritual master on this continent dares to jump directly from such a high height, right?

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The sun is shining brightly and the cicadas are chirping.

Luminara is located inland and is a very large city.

This is a city that is several times more beautiful than Weeping City. On the busiest street in Luminara, there is a meandering, crystal-clear stream on one side and a bustling city on the other.

In the stream, countless small paper boats of different colors floated on the river. Some of the small paper boats had two paper dolls in them.

The willow branches on the river bank are covered with all kinds of wishing charms.

Across the river, the vermilion attic is simple and elegant, and the teahouse that welcome guests with smiling faces. From time to time, the singing of singers and the laughter of onlookers can be heard inside.

The aristocratic young master and his servant walked around the busy city, politely making way for the women on the road. No one is deliberately causing trouble, and it is incredibly peaceful.

In this crowded downtown area, Marcellus's appearance immediately caused quite a commotion on the street.

(End of chapter)