But soon, the butterfly was pulled back into the quagmire of reality, her restrained naked body, the tangled obstructive vines, and the extremely humiliating posture, all telling her that she was still under the control of the demon general. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The lake water that touched her armpit without touching her chest almost soaked her entire body in the water.

Wandering Butterfly lowered her head and looked at herself in the calm and clear lake water like a mirror, it was really a picture so beautiful that people had to palpitate, but it was a pity that as the protagonist of it, she just wanted to tear it to pieces......

The golden vines wrapped around the whole body like ribbons, and the two ankles stacked together were horizontally bound by rattans, as if they were wearing a luxurious anklet.

The vines coil up the calves and thighs starting at the ankles and then crossing to form a twisted "X" between the chest and navel.

Then along the arms that were raised diagonally to the sides, the vines wrapped around the arms were twisting and winding in circles like spirals, and at the left and right wrists bloomed a delicate but heart-shaking flower, which seemed to have been soaked in blood, and was so red that it seemed that if it could be pinched lightly, it would be able to pinch blood.

It's a shame that the demon can think of such a loss, such a loss......

A few butterflies flew over and stopped on the blood-red poppy flower above her head, their purple-gold wings fluttering softly.

All the butterfly could see was the reflection, staring at the purple butterfly fluttering among the poppy flowers in the water waves, and feeling that the water waves seemed to ripple with the fanning of the butterfly's wings.

Her mind naturally thought of the two humiliating patterns engraved on her body. Could this be the purpose of the demon general? to awaken the memory of his humiliation, to humiliate himself in disguise, to let the scars of the past and the pain of the present be superimposed together......

Trying to twist her body, she found that she couldn't move at all, and the only parts that could move were her fingers and neck. This demon ......

Wandering Butterfly couldn't find the words to describe her hatred for the demon general.

"Huh...... It only took one day to recover so well, kitten, your body's recovery ability is much better than I expected. ”

Without turning her head, or even listening to the sound, she knew that the demon had arrived and that her nightmare was about to begin......

Turning his head suddenly, Wandering Butterfly shot a resentful look at the general's smiling face.

Standing on the shore of the lake, General Huang Huang was still wearing his golden uniform, and he was wearing a golden military hat with black stripes on his head, and the black eagle pattern in the center of the brim was unusually eye-catching.

"Do you think you're going to have no reaction, just because I don't exist? Kitten, you've become well-behaved, and you know that you should be coquettish to your master?"

"Do you want General Ben to reward you with something? Oh, yes, you haven't eaten any food for a day and a night, you must be hungry...... However, this kind of flattery is not enough. ”

As he spoke, the general had already sat down on the recliner beside him, still sitting arrogantly with Erlang's legs crossed and leaning over.

He took off his military hat casually, put it on the armrest of the chair, and folded his hands on his knees, looking patiently waiting for the girl to show goodwill.

I have long known that this demon general is good at reversing black and white, not only to torture himself physically, but also to constantly humiliate himself in words and spirit.

Wandering Butterfly snorted coldly, staring at the demon man with a gaze full of hatred and disdain, staring without blinking, she has her own coping strategy, that is, - without saying a word, with cold eyes at each other.

Since the clown wants to jump off the beam, why should he go to the party?

If General Poppy knew that he had become the image of a clown in the heart of his little pet, I don't know how he would react?

"Oh, don't you want to please your master?" In front of the butterfly, the corners of General Poppy's mouth were always a playful smile.

"Oh...... It turns out that the kitten is shy, ......" and the tone of the full statement sounded even more annoyed by the flutter.

Satisfied with the crimson that gradually crept up on the girl's face, General Poppy continued to say in a teasing tone, "But it doesn't matter, General Ben has read your thoughts from your eyes, don't you feel lucky to be able to follow such a considerate owner......?"

The smile on the corner of General Poppy's mouth continued unabated, and he found that he was more and more fond of teasing the little cat that would explode at every turn, showing its paws and grinning at himself.

As the supreme commander of the empire, he has exclusive military power, countless wealth, noble status, and extravagant life, all of which are enviable and coveted glory and magnates, but behind the infinite scenery, there is always a little unsatisfactory flaw, accustomed to hypocritical flattery, accustomed to seeing the flattering hippie smile, and the heart that occasionally feels tired in the turbulent struggle......

Since this little pet that can adjust his unsatisfactory life has fallen into his own hands, if he doesn't make good use of it, won't he be violent?

What's more, what the girl in front of her has is by no means just the capital of a pet, and she has a lot of places to use her.

General Poppy stood up slowly, his hands began to unbutton the military uniform, but his eyes looked ambiguously in the direction of the girl.

The butterfly did not shy away from her gaze, but there was no trace of fear in the depths of her eyes full of irony.

In the eyes of the girl who was automatically classified as "appreciation" by the general, the general's toned body had been released from the golden uniform.

The dark brown skin is full of strong muscles, although the muscle mass is also slightly bulging, but because it is very evenly distributed, it does not look like a terrible horizontal flesh like an ordinary muscular strongman.

The flat lower abdomen shows eight obvious abdominal muscles, the two legs are also very slender and straight, and the thick black hair on the legs shows the strength of the male. The arrogant have their own arrogant capital.

All that remains of the general is a pair of golden military pants, exuding a subduing kingly aura and a dizzying sexy charm.

It's just that he came into the field of vision of the wandering butterfly, this great general who is admired and worshiped by countless people in the empire will never be able to escape the evil image of being hateful, hateful, hateful and killing.

The proud girl and the arrogant general, even if the hatred of the race is put aside, the friction they have had is enough for them to be incompatible, and enough to cast an iron wall between them that will never be climbed.

Seeing the wicked man stepping into the lake, Wandering Butterfly could think of the doom she was going to face next with her toes, and the only thing she didn't know was what method the demon general planned to use to torture herself.