Spring, no matter which planet or continent it is, is a fascinating season. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info It's not as cold as in winter and not as hot as in summer. It is gentle and just right, giving new life and life to all things.

In the back garden of the palace, Queen Kate slowly tasted the tea cooked from fresh tea leaves, and the fragrance of tea wafted, mixed with the tender breath of spring, which made people feel refreshed. Kate didn't know when the last time she had such a leisurely tea sip, she slowly sat up from the chair, and the maid hurriedly stepped forward to help. Kate waved her hand and motioned for them to stand down. The maidservants stood quietly aside, not disturbing.

Kate took a step, and the grass in the garden grew fresh and tender, soft, soft, and Kate simply took off her shoes and let the tender grass gently caress her white feet. Kate closed her eyes and enjoyed herself quietly, when a person suddenly appeared in her mind. Kate woke up suddenly, and then involuntarily remembered that that person had also gently rubbed his little feet like tender grass.

Kate shook her head and threw the man's face out of her mind, when the eunuch came to tell Master LaBelle Berryman to see her. Kate's interest slipped away, and she impatiently announced his appointment, then sat back in her chair and narrowed her eyes. Kate remembers the conversation with LaBelle a few days ago after the Imperial Council that this fat-laden dead eunuch would only bring bad news, just like his home planet, Raven!

With a smile on his face, LaBelle walked over with small steps, and after saluting, he said softly in a slender voice: "Your Majesty, the villain has something important to report!"

Queen Kate didn't have any eyes, waved her hand to signal the maids to all retreat, and then asked a little tiredly, "What's the matter?"

LaBelle rubbed his hands and said softly with a smile: "Your Majesty, the rumors about the mysterious heir have been confirmed!"

Hearing this, Queen Kate opened her eyes and sat up from her seat, she looked at the enchanting eunuch in front of her, "Are you sure it's true or not?"

LaBelle was full of spring, "Your Majesty, it's true!"

When Queen Kate heard this, a meaningful smile appeared on her face.

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――― Mrs. Runsemill was in a particularly good mood today, one was because her fat husband went out to socialize, and she could finally be alone with the handsome troubadour. The second reason is that I heard that a few days ago, the butler caught a few more slaves, several of whom were unusually strong, and they would definitely be thrown into the gladiator training ground, but I heard from a small servant next to the butler that one of them was a Scorpio Labrador that was very big.

When she got the news, Mrs. Rensemill slept restlessly, tossing and turning every night to find out how big the slave was that little guy had spoken. Today, I finally have a chance. Mrs. Rensemill is over fifty years old, but for intelligent beings who live up to 200 years, fifty years old is not old, and it is full of charm. Coupled with her attention to maintenance, she looks like a teenage girl.

After a long time of packing, surrounded by a group of servants, Lady Rensemill left the house and went to the gladiatorial arena. Today, the chief steward also went out with the master, so she was not there, and she ordered a steward to bring out all the newly captured slaves. Mrs. Rensemill sat in the parlor on the first floor of the Colosseum, and after drinking a glass of honey, a dozen slaves were brought out.

These slaves ate and drank and slept in the dungeon, and there was a sour smell on their bodies. All of them were unclothed, with handcuffs and shackles on their hands and feet, and they all looked depressed.

Mrs. Rensemill stood up, covered her nose, and looked back and forth at the slaves, picking out a few of the strong, and bringing the rest back. Mrs. Rensemill sat back in her chair and said to one of the slave girls beside her, "Take off your clothes!"

A trace of sadness flashed in the female slave's eyes, but she still obediently took off her clothes and stood in place with a cower.

Lady Rensemill said coldly, "Go, let them get excited!"

The female slave was a little reluctant, but could not disobey the orders of the mistress, so she cowardly walked up to several slaves and showed them her body. Lady Rensemill suddenly cried out, "Fool, I told you to make them excited, not a dead pestle like a wooden stake!"

The female slave bowed her head deeply and made a sobbing sound. Mrs. Rensemill jumped up from her chair, stepped forward and grabbed the slave girl by the neck and pushed her to the ground, then grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head to the crotch of the first slave, "Give me Tim, lick him until he is excited!"

"All right," suddenly exclaimed a thin brown-haired one of the slaves, "don't embarrass her, I'm already excited!"

Mrs. Rensemill tossed the slave girl aside, straightened up, and stared at the slave for a moment, where he was excited. Mrs. Rensemill had already noticed him, and he was the largest of the slaves, and the excitement was all the more spectacular. "Why, do you like her?" said Mrs. Rensemill, who walked up to the slave and grasped it so hard and hot that she was breathing rapidly. She's already wet!

"Take them all down!" said Mrs. Rensemill, whose eyes were a little misty, to the steward, "Take this down and wash it up, and come to me in half an hour!"

The steward gave the brown-haired slave a pitiful look and led him down.

Lin Feng couldn't figure out how many times he had woken up, anyway, the pain in his head hadn't diminished once. He sat up against the wall, gasping for breath before he realized something was wrong. He looked around, and in the dark dungeon, Tom was gone.

"Tom?"

Lin Feng screamed twice, he knew that this was not Tom's style, he was the kind of person who didn't speak for a minute than a woman who didn't play for three days!

"Tom?

"Don't scream," said the long-haired slave in the cell next to him, feebly, "he must have lost his soul in some noble lady's bed!"

Lin Feng looked at him, his long hair was knotted, and he was defenseless except for a piece of cloth around his waist, "What do you mean?"

"Isn't it just now, it seems that the has come to pick up pets again, and everyone else has returned, just your friend. Nine times out of ten, I was called by the to warm the bed. But at least it's better than here, isn't it? I'd rather sleep with that than a flea!"

From his words, Lin Feng probably guessed a thing or two. Tom is very ghostly, and there shouldn't be any problems. But...... Lin Feng thought of Katerina. He didn't know how many days had passed, and Caterina must have been worried!

"You, don't waste your efforts," the long-haired slave said again, "Unless you are a second-order or above ability, otherwise, hehe!"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, don't you know?"

"Don't know what?"

"You've been injected with a 'devourer'!"