Her breathing was rapid. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The full chest rises and falls rapidly due to rapid breathing.

To Monlora, this was a lovely reaction, and her interest continued, and so did the toying with Scarlet Nails.

"She tried to summon me. Red Nails lifted Norman's face and slid slowly over the girl's cheeks, "Half a year after she entered my territory, barrenness and isolation shook her, of course, she was never firm, heh. ”

Baschen was surprised: "So you already knew about her. ”

Norman behaves like a living doll, while the witch continues her toy.

When the family entered the forest, they were reminded by the villagers of a nearby village that legend had it that there was a witch's castle deep in the forest, and that bloodthirsty witches lived there, but unfortunately no one believed it. No, it should be said, someone believed, or rather, wanted to believe. ”

Norman's eyes were large and bright, and the light brown eyes looked very bright. Now there is humility and obedience in those eyes, as well as a yearning for the surrender of the witch.

Monlora loved these eyes. She thought it would be nice if Arthur had these in his dark eyes.

"If that's the case, it's just fate. Baschin sighed.

But I didn't respond to her. Monlora lazily raised her hand, "Her soul is not depraved enough, she has no strong desires, she is not crazy about anyone, her soul is shriveled." I want to ......"

Monlora deepened her smile: "You did what you always did, didn't you, now her soul is full, and it smells sweet of depravity." ”

Bastin honestly confessed: "After falling in love with her, I did what I always did, but my plan was not so fast, originally the family could survive in the false lies for a while, but the arrival of a group of people, no, it should be said, it was the arrival of a person who changed my plans and caused the family to perish in the blink of an eye, as he has always been able to do." ”

"Sure enough. Monlora's hand brushed her chest as if out of nowhere, "He made this child crazy for him, hastened her downfall, oh, what an eternal original sin." ”

Baschen was silent for a moment before he said, "My lord, there is something I don't understand. ”

"So you have to come to me, right?"

Baschen shook his sheep's head: "How could it be, I entered your territory and obtained the girl who was seduced in your territory, how could I not come and say hello." It's just that this question, even if it's not me, it's other demons, or other demon masters, it has to be asked clearly. ”

Monlora smiled gracefully and nodded slightly: "Say, I know it has something to do with him." ”

Baschen nodded his sheep's head this time, "Yes, why did you tag him, and allow him to take your necklace? The witch's possessions are more than just objects, you know that, what do you want to do?" ”

Monlora let out a chuckle that sounded like a warm breeze to Norman, making her drowsy.

"First of all, we can't be sure of his identity yet. Although his face, and what faintly emanated from him, his charm that surpassed everything, were excellent proof, but even so, we could not prove anything. ”

Baschen nodded his sheep's head again: "Yes, I agree with you. ”

"In that case, there's no need to treat him as the person we think he is, but obviously we can't see him as an ordinary person either. If he is, then the entanglement between me and him, you know more or less, if he is not, then it should be...... I want to find an alternative, a self-consoling explanation, can you accept it, Baschin?"

Baschin, the Black Sheep, was a little frightened.

Not only did he bow his head and horns deeply, but even his front hooves were bent down, as if he were bowing down.

"I beg your pardon for being rude! I have no intention of upsetting or grieving you! You know how sensitive everything is about him. ”

Monlora narrowed her eyes, slowly lowered her head, and sighed, "Of course I do. ”

As Baschin apologized respectfully, Monlora stroked Norman's body one last time, this time Norman fell to his knees, gasping for breath and not having the strength to help her back to her feet.

"Don't worry, Baschin, you can think of it as a small effort to banish boredom during my long sleep. ”

Baschin's pure black sheep's head was not raised for a long time: "You know that our lord will welcome you whenever you want, and he will prepare a grand welcome banquet for you and invite you to revelry together." ”

The long, toying fingertips of Norman brushed their red lips as if out of nowhere, and Monlora let out a short, sweet chuckle.

"Ah yes, your master will do it, huh...... It's going to be very lively, it's going to be intense, and I really don't know if my body that has been sleeping for a long time will be able to adapt to it. ”

"What are you kidding? "You are a witch of eternal youth, time means nothing to you, no matter how intense the banquet is, you can enjoy it to the fullest." ”

Monlora lazily waved her hand: "Okay, okay, don't encourage me, an old fellow who doesn't want to leave the house, tell me about your master, his situation is more important than any demon master, to be honest, I am surprised that he will allow you to leave him for so long, you are his most powerful demon." ”

"My lord thinks that we, the faithful servants, should have a holiday to enjoy the pleasure of hunting freely for ourselves and, of course, the pleasure of tasting the game," said Baschin. ”

"Your master, though greedy, is worthy of respect. Monlora smiled, and Norman crouched at the witch's feet, the witch's scarlet nails occasionally caressing the girl's lowered head.

"But this vacation, my lord has hope for me. ”

"Oh?" Monlora raised her eyebrows slightly, "What hope?"

Baschen explained: "Our lord's tastes change so quickly that it is a great challenge for all the servants of my master. ”

"Dear Dopkavich. Baschen said, looking at the strangely shaped Dopkavic, "I envy you for always satisfying Lord Monlora, and while I and the other servants are always trying to satisfy our master, my lord is always coming up with new ideas to make our efforts come to naught." ”

Although Dopkavich looks like a terrifying monster, his serious face shows an elegant, polite gesture.

"Oh, that's unfortunate. Dopkavich said politely, "My lord, are he tired of skewering a dozen virgins with stakes?"