I refuse the witch [wear game]

Chapter 11

Dale closed her eyes, and now, she had a little bit of a clear idea of the rules of the dog comparison system. Although it seemed difficult to choose, if you think about it from another angle, it would not be difficult.

First of all, you can rule out the option of taking Eichmann's clothes, it's not the Cowherd and Weaver Girl script, what's there to take away the clothes! What's more, she swore that as long as she dared to touch Eichmann's clothes, she would definitely not be able to walk out of this door alive.

Secondly, who wants to take a bath in the magic flame pool!!! Do you think you are the boss of Eichmann!! Think you don't live long enough or what!! What is the difference between taking a bath together and letting her be burned to death by the magic flame! So it can be ruled out directly.

As for the option of rubbing her back, even if she asked this question, it was impossible for Eichmann to let him rub her back. In the previous relationship, Dai'er had long seen that Eichmann did not like to have any direct physical contact with people. So the essence of this question is that it not only reflects the care for the boss, but also shows that she is not a useless waste, at least she can take a bath, which is simply the standard answer.

Interpreting the question from this perspective, this question is simply a sub-question.

Dai'er was very satisfied with her analysis, she smiled slightly, and took two steps forward with confidence: "Young Master Anuklens, do you need to rub your back?"

Eichmann just turned his head politely and didn't open his eyes until he heard Dale's bold words.

There was a rare trace of astonishment on his face, and he opened his eyelids and glanced behind him.

The girl was dressed in a white dress, and the expression on her face was sincere and well-behaved, as if she really thought he was taking a bath here.

The group of trash from the Demon Flame Research Institute should have thrown her here without giving her any explanation. Eichmann grew up in the power vortex center of the empire, and he understood almost instantly that someone wanted Dale to come here... to die.

After all, when he needed to soak in the Demon Flame, he could fall into an unconscious state at any time.

Of course, he wasn't really bathing here.

Some time ago, he forcibly broke through the boundaries of the grand magus. He thought that he could suppress the increasingly serious spillover of magic on his body through his realm, but he did not expect that there was a little deviation in the process of breaking through, which caused his spillover effect to increase rather than decrease, and the magic circuit in his body was being impacted by the spillover of magic elements all the time.

The bloodline power of the Anuklens family is the fire magic element. As a once-in-a-thousand-year genius of the Anuklens family, Eichmann not only has a high degree of compatibility with the fire magic element, but also shows an unparalleled talent in the control of magic. However, the spillover of magic brought by this talent can only be suppressed by the most domineering magic flame.

In the beginning, as long as Eichmann was around the rift valley, he could effectively relieve the spillover of magic and weaken the impact on his magic circuit. However, as his magic realm became higher and higher, the magic circuit in his body seemed to want to tear his body at all times. Even if he was soaking in the magic flame pool, the effect of slowing down gradually became negligible, almost like drinking poison to quench his thirst, it was better than nothing.

Until this moment, the girl in white who was squatting outside the magic array asked him earnestly and sincerely... if he wanted to rub his back.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment Dale got close, Eichmann felt that the pain on his body suddenly eased a lot.

With a faint look of exhaustion on his face, he stretched out a hand from the pool of demonic flames and waved a "come here" gesture behind him.

Dale:????

This script is not what I expected!!!

Boss... Boss really wants me to rub my back???

She looked around and wanted to struggle again. "Young Master Anukrance, where is that... bath towel?"

Eichmann said lazily, "Who taught you to call me Young Master Annukrance?"

Dale blinked: "It's Fuya."

Eichmann thought for a while and didn't remember who Fuya was: "You don't need to call me that in the future, what are you still doing? Come here."

Dale hesitated: "But I haven't found a bath towel yet..."

Seemingly impatient, Eichmann raised his hand, and a few demonic flames rose from the demonic flame pool, wrapping around Dale's hands and feet like chains. Dale's eyes showed horror, but she found that the terrifying demonic flames that were regarded as nightmares did not cause any harm to her, but only gently lifted her up, and then brought her... to the middle of the demonic flame pool.

At first, Dai'er was stiff all over. When she reached the middle of the magic flame pool, she saw that the situation could not be resisted, so she broke the jar and fell. Anyway, it seemed that the ferocious magic flame was very obedient when Eichmann took it, and she even reached out and touched the magic flame around her wrist.

It was actually a warm and gentle feeling. Is she broken???

Secretly pinching it, it still feels a little soft??? Does it feel very good?

He did not know that although the Demon Flame was under Eichmann's control, the docility of the Demon Flame at this moment also surprised Eichmann. His fingers moved slightly, and the Demon Flame formed a seat above the pool with his movements. Dai'er understood very well and sat on the chair very obediently.

Aside from his exposed shoulders, Eichmann's whole body was soaked in magic flames. His facial features were even more handsome and three-dimensional, and there seemed to be a lingering fire in his hair and eyes, which added a bit of evil energy to him. Although his expression was tired, it was extremely indifferent.

Dai'er huddled on the only magic flame chair in the world, staring intently at Eichmann's face, thinking to herself that this face, this temperament, who can stand it.

Just as she was watching, Eichmann suddenly raised his eyes to look at her: "Come closer to me."

So her chair automatically moved forward, and then stopped trembling about two meters away from Eichmann.

Eichmann was not satisfied: "A little closer."

The chair continued to move forward tentatively.

This was repeated several times, until Eichmann raised his hand and could touch Dale's hanging calf, and then stopped.

Dale felt that she was too close to Eichmann. She always kept her mission in mind, leaned forward slightly, and asked softly, "Eichmann, are we still... rubbing our backs?"

No matter whether she rubbed it or not, Eichmann had to give a clear reply. Dai'er secretly begged Eichmann to reject it ruthlessly, so she could be considered to have completed this conversation task.

Eichmann really wanted to pry open her head and shave the word back rubbing out of her head. He had changed the topic so many times, why was she still so angry and persistent about back rubbing?!

"You really want to rub your back?" Eichmann raised his eyebrows to look at her: "Then do you want to soak it too? Let's help each other... rub your back?"

Dale was stunned by Eichmann's suggestion for a while.

Eichmann moved his finger, and the magic flame that had just spread out swept over again, circling Dai'er's hands and feet again, tying her hands behind her back, and then leading her into the air, and then directly making her lie flat and hang above the magic flame pool.

The burning tongues of fire were about to lick her. Although the demonic flames didn't hurt her just now, Dale closed her eyes in horror as she saw her face getting closer and closer to the pool.

The price of rubbing her back is a little too high! Can she switch to risking her life to steal the clothes now? She figured it out, maybe she can still succeed in stealing the clothes!

She was thus delivered to Eichmann.

The closer she got to Eichmann, the more the pain on Eichmann's body lessened. Eichmann was silent for a moment, looked at the girl with her eyes closed, and finally raised his hand.

Dale felt a cold touch on her cheek.