readx;? Lan Du clapped his hands, the door of the room opened, and a pair of young men and women in sumptuous costumes were surrounded by a dozen handsome slaves, and with a wonderful soundtrack, like a gorgeous opera. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The young heroes and heroines of the opera sit in chaise longues across from Anthony and Lando, and the servants stand around them. The men and women exchanged a few words of affection, and the atmosphere grew warm, and the young woman made a gesture, and the valets came up to serve them and took off their coats. After this, the valets parted, one standing next to the other, while one slave stepped out of the crowd and stood out from among them.

He is obviously different from ordinary valets, and is a superpowered person with good powers. The superpowered slave was unusually handsome, standing in a prominent position in front of him, and began to take off his clothes by himself. His muscles are firm, his hips are straight, and he is masculine, and his torso is full of tension with interest when he swings slightly. He turned, knelt down in front of the men and women's couches, took the ribbons of their underwear in his mouth, gently tugged at them, untied them, and took them off, and then took them off. A couple of sons and women soon became full of interest, so they used the chair as a couch, hugged and lay down, and loved each other. The slave raised his head and licked the place where they could/intercourse, and carefully stirred up the energy filaments to fluctuate as a cheer according to their rhythm.

"Your Excellency," said Landu, playing with the title "Your Excellency" in a condescending and flirtatious tone, "we know you well, very well. We know who you are and where you come from. In the Earth Sky Orbit, you are a registered professional/work practitioner, but it is obvious that you are far from professional enough in your field of expertise, let alone up to the level of registration - I have to say that this is a very regrettable thing, Miss Gu paid you to buy you as a sex/slave/subordinate, but you do not have the basic quality and level of a sex/slave, and the nightclubs in the red light district sold you but failed to give you any proper training. We'll have to take the time to catch up on this lesson, and it's our responsibility to do it—rest assured that the slave camps are much more skilled than the laymen in the Red Light District, and no one will bother you there. You'll have plenty of time to recognize who you are and be trained to be a good sex/slave ......"

Landu's voice was sharp and scathing, like a boning knife that had stripped away all the gold clay and whitewashed vain paint, and where it passed, dignity fell to ashes and shook off. However, the boning steel knife that pierced all the painted skin apparently failed to poke Anthony's cheekiness, and Elder Landu's chilling threat was only exchanged for a very indifferent glance at Anthony.

"I'm really interested," he asked, "what are you going to use to make me realize my identity and cooperate with your domestication into a sex/slave?"

The corners of Landu's mouth rose, and his voice was reserved: "You'll know." ”

Then he raised his voice a little, and pointed to the opera stage with his right hand holding the compass: "I have a word of advice, and I advise you to take the initiative to kneel now, and as they do, stretch out your tongue, clamp your ass, and take a pose for your master's presence." ”

On stage, the opera has already played to the next scene, and after a fierce emotional battle, the hero and heroine have changed their positions, half-lying in a resting position and carefully served by the slaves. The handsome slave was caught between them in the narrow, and the tip of his tongue kissed and cared for the abundance of their feelings, accommodating the man's * on one side and the mistress's * on the other, while flattering both of them with all his might, sweating like water, and his muscles treading and shining.

The energy field was pressed from all directions, and the seventh-level energy from the energy cage keeper had a meaning, and the strength was amazing, like a torrent, and the compass held by Lan Du also faintly radiated coercion, like a poisonous tongue spitting blood, and the letter raised half of its body, so these constituted an overwhelming force that poured down, forcing the people in the field to kneel and turn into pieces of paper and stick them to the ground.

-- Energy level confrontation, the most direct and bloody ultimate duel in the energy war. It's the most □□ scramble for control of energy, a brutal zero-sum game where the winner wins all and controls everything, and the loser loses all and loses everything. Whoever establishes energy suppression here first will establish absolute hegemony here. The controlling and the controlled, the oppressor and the oppressed, either as a hammer or as an anvil, the essence of energy is the same.

This kind of energy confrontation is extremely pleasant and welcoming in high-level abilities, like a gluttonous feast sent to the door, as long as a simple countermeasure can be crushed and enjoyed to the fullest. But Anthony is not very easy to resist at such times - simple and crude energy attacks are often more difficult to fake, and if they resist or just break away from the suppression, the powerhouses from the Duran family and this interesting chief of affairs will probably be scared away.

The gluttonous feast that comes to your door cannot be enjoyed with your hands, and it is undoubtedly very annoying. Anthony was under the constant suppression of energy from these seventh-level abilities, and he felt extremely boring, but he also had to endure to spend time with them, chatting and watching dramas for entertainment.

The stage opera outside the energy winch field continues, and one scene can only take place in the absurdity/lewdness/bed/play between the private rooms of the superpowered nobles. After a long half an hour, the menacing offensive of the outer abilities of the energy cage was finally exhausted in the confrontation, and the energy was broken one after another, and the suppression came abruptly, declaring a complete failure. And at this moment, the opera also came to an end.

Anthony turned his gaze away from the opera-singer, who was exhausted, panting and sweating.

"It's amazing," he commented, "I didn't know David Duran had these vulgar fetishes. ”

The blueness changes color. At this time, even if he has no energy common sense, he knows that the suppression has completely failed. Without hesitation, he immediately turned the compass to the maximum and pressed it hard, while tapping the torture control button at hand.

The scorching energy struck through Anthony's body like a bolt of lightning, and then the storm surge of continuous biological shocks tore through his body, sweeping and crushing the hammer on his body. The torture chair that held him in place jerked upwards, hanging him in mid-air. Huge spears pierced from the walls, piercing his lungs, heart, kidneys, bladder, □□, and limbs. His whole body was dragged unfolded and threaded on a metal pole.

Anthony did not resist, and as he wished, he turned himself into a roasted quail on the shelf. A lot of blood came out, and the bleeding from the internal organs gushed up the throat, and he spat them out. And all this pain inflicted on him* taken together was less than one-ten-thousandth of the energy soul strike.

"Do you want to die?" Lan Du stepped forward, his expression fierce because of his ferocity, "I can satisfy you now!"

Anthony laughed dumbly.

"Kill me?" he said, "without an order from David Duran, would you dare?"

"Thirty lashes," Lan Du's face changed, and before he left the energy cage, he raised his voice and ordered, "Twenty groups first." ”

The grim-faced executioners walked in after the blues, dumb as if they didn't make a sound, and waved the torture whip in their hands. The long whip raised a terrible arc of energy in midair, and slashed down with thunder and lightning.

Anthony was still thinking to himself: how strange it is to be whipped...... It was dark in front of him, and the first whip of the executioner had already been heavily tartled, and the angle was tempered, very tricky, and it was □□ in the middle.

Anthony cursed in his heart, but did not move—it must be a shadow if someone else was replaced! He thought bitterly: David Duran should give his men a certificate, and their loyal efforts are really commendable......

Outside the energy cage, a pale and wrinkled old man stood silently outside the transparent wall. He wore glasses, and his eyes were like falcons staring at Anthony in the rainstorm for a moment. Around him, there are close-ups of Anthony's face in all directions. Lots of researchers are busy all around, collecting and analyzing all kinds of data. The slightest change in Anthony's expression under the baptism of the energy whip was captured, and all of them were magnified and carefully studied.

Lan Du walked up to the old man, waved his hand to make his subordinates stand farther away, and then asked, "How is it, teacher, have you found his weaknesses and breakthroughs?"

"There is no weakness," the old man did not take his eyes off Anthony, but shook his head, "I don't see any possibility of this man being domesticated." He is not at all moved by your temptations. Whether it was verbal humiliation, energy suppression, soul strikes and punishments, he didn't care. His mental steadfastness was something I had never seen in my life—"

Lan Du interrupted the old man: "Think of a way, teacher, it's not difficult to find you." You are the best trainer/trainer in the family. ”

"You taught us that weakness, as long as it is human, there is weakness, no matter how strong a person is, he can be defeated with one blow. He said, "No one is invulnerable, and you have trained thousands of slaves, and we only need to find the weakness of this man, and we can domesticate him into a dog loyal to his master." ”

The old man still shook his head repeatedly. He raised his hand and pointed at Anthony behind the transparent wall, his voice a little undulating excited: "Look at this person, Landu, when he uses the words 'sex/slave/subordinate' to evaluate himself, he is more relaxed and casual than you." The energy suppression was completely ineffective against him, and now he was suffering from the ultimate intensity of soul strikes and being whipped by the □□, but we couldn't find any change in his mood, he didn't even get excited. Look at his eyes, his gaze, his heart, but he never sees you in his eyes for a moment. He looks at you like a clown at the dinner table or something new being brought to hand between banquets. You try your best to test him, but he only makes fun of you, and he doesn't even have the interest to play with it. ”

"You've already lost, Landu, you can't domesticate him. Even if he has weaknesses, it's not something we can find or even exploit," the old man sighed, "He's not the seventh level you've seen in the training camp, he's wild. There is no servility in his bones, no natural fear of authority and no desire to be controlled. He has never been destroyed, broken, or crushed, so it is impossible to pinch and knead it into a mold as you want. ”

"Then break him, destroy him, crush him, and turn the wild into a domestication," Landu said resolutely, unmoved, "Humans can domesticate all animals, including themselves, and he should not be an exception. I also don't believe in an indestructible will. No matter how hard the shell is, as long as the hammer is hard enough, it can always be smashed. ”

The old man was furious all of a sudden: "Then you tell me what kind of hammer can smash a wild seventh-level, a real seventh-level?!"