What is happiness. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When you eat a moldy pasta cake mixed with sand, you find that the other person is eating a cream cake. You will feel that others are happy.

When you want to go to the toilet but find someone inside, you feel that others are happy.

When you are admitted to the hospital with stomach pain, looking at the bed next door with a couple clinging to each other, and the boy being comforted by the girl's hand tightly, you will feel that others are happy.

Most of the happiness is not whether the person concerned thinks it is happiness or not, but the feeling of others looking at other people's living conditions.

When you ask if you will be happy in this situation.

Most people think it's so ordinary and natural, and they don't even have the slightest mood swing.

If you feel satisfied and happy with your current situation, most people who have low self-esteem and no ambition will say so.

I felt Malf's chest rise and fall against my arms, and as I changed into Thorin's clothes, my body and face and hair gradually changed to his appearance, and in Merf's confusion, my feet stomped on a stone pillar and jumped along the wall into the narrow cave above the stone wall. The cavern, which only allowed the two of them to huddle, was soon filled with us.

There is a comparison that hurts, and I am extremely envious of the group of girls who left to find a place to rest at this moment.

I don't think it's impossible for me to leave with them! With so many zombies in the underground space, I don't even need to run under the other party's nose to find out what the other party might be doing.

Was I just moved by that tragic scene and walked down to myself?

Thinking in confusion, I had to continue to call myself stupid.

Compared to me, those girls are undoubtedly much happier than me at this time.

Shrinking his head and looking at the goblins running around like a flood on the ground, individual individuals were almost as fast as Bolt.

This was beyond my expectations, and it was not the physical strength that the ordinary goblins I had encountered before should have.

According to the explanation in the game, a group of goblins with 444 points in various physical qualities are likely to appear several individuals whose points are unevenly distributed. Either they've leveled up, or they've been strengthened in some way, and if I want to run anyway, I'm only going to get past the line, and they're going straight to Egris, and it's not long before the city falls.

However, how much influence this group of goblins of the general level five or six has on the combat power of the ninth level is also a part of the need to be studied.

If I thought that this group of goblins would be very powerful, and in the blink of an eye, they were destroyed by that group of people, and they also penetrated the blindfolds I had laid down, and everything would be in vain.

My hand was on Malf's navel, my fingers poking lightly around, her pale skin was not used to this kind of physical contact, her back was covered with cold sweat, and she sat in my arms, even though she didn't feel my physical exaltation, she still shivered and fidgeted.

"Bitch!" Melf whispered indignantly, her hands on my thighs trying to reduce the amount of contact between them, but I still clung to her.

Malv had no clothes on, and the nineteen-year-old girl's newly grown body was only fresh, but it was only fresh.

The boobs are not well developed and the buttocks are not plump enough.

I've been watered by mature women for a long time, and I'm not as eager to possess as I used to be. The palm of my hand touched Malf's thigh, and the Fallen Elves seemed to be used to shaving, so smooth that it made people smooth down all at once, and some of the scum that had grown today in key areas prevented my hands from rubbing back and forth. There is no hair on the inner thighs, and the back of the hand is pasted, and it feels good to be cold and cold.

Compared to Ishtar, her legs were still a little fluffy and warm, but there was nothing left on her body.

The growth of the elves' bodies is quite slow, compared with the same kind on the ground, the life span of the elves in the underground has been compressed by more than twice under the destruction of radiation, and most elves can only live for two or three hundred years, which is not at the same level as the age of the elves on the ground. In addition to this, fertility has also been partially strengthened, and conception is not so difficult.

While still in school, Malf was taught about the dangers of being captured by male beasts, and among these male beasts, the most dangerous of which are the neighbors of intelligent beings in the underworld and other members of the same kind. So Malv knew what fate would befall her.

She was forced to look into the hollow cavern, the darkness all around and the wind pouring down the cracks in the ground into the ground.

The underground, which was originally a little warm, began to cool down slowly, and there was a lot of running water in the abdomen because of the medicine before, which will show signs of drying up. But the danger was not lifted, and Leillard's hands were covered in the periphery, and the warm air continued to bake her lower abdomen, and his movements forced Malph to be wary of the sudden rebuke. There were many goblins on the ground, and the black goblins she had never seen before were somewhat similar to the mutated creatures that rampant every winter, and she had to focus on them.

Hundreds of cavemen were caught and dismembered by those goblins without even a slight resistance, and the gap was too big compared to the full meal of the previous moment.

If the caveman had been killed in the first place, Malve would not have been resistant at this moment, and Lillard would inevitably become a despicable villain in her heart. She felt that Leillard had premeditated an invasion of the underworld, hoping to destroy Egris.

In the history books, there are countless such descriptions, and even the examples of some important cities that were conquered by these outsiders are clearly written in the books.

The aborigines of the underground, in order to accept the political asylum refugees exiled by the surface society, happily created the world and obeyed discipline, but hundreds of years later, there was a war to seize the land and kill the people, and those adventurers on the surface strayed into a dead end, and were rescued by them and besieged with many rebels.

There are also those famous kings and heroes of the surface world, in the middle of their rise, they led their armies to the underground world to storm the city, kill the infant baby, snatch the nursing woman, kill the man with high wheels, and make the heads of countless elves into the flame of the soul to attract the gods of the earth to send divine punishment, and prevent those innocent lives from returning to their homeland of faith.

Pieces of information that were once thought to pass the time were flowing in her heart, and Melf already had murderous intent in her heart, and she would rather die herself than be ruined by such a villain.

"Are you nervous?" I put a little bit of juice in my hand and put it in my mouth to taste it, it wasn't grapefruit, it wasn't apples or pears or anything, it felt like a pulsating faint peach smell......

I sniffed it carefully and made sure the smell wasn't too different, and I almost buried my nose in it.

This is really weird, is it because of the different elf races, the taste below is different, or is it because of the difference in individuals?

It's a topic worth studying!

Healing elixirs are very important to me. The dementors' wounds aren't over, and I can't afford to give up this quick recovery.

"Can.... Yes.... Can you not be nervous!"

The tongue suddenly burrowed under him, rubbing it everywhere flexibly, the man kept making a sound of sucking, and his bottom was tightened by a strong suction, why was this man so shameless! Didn't he know that this was the place of excretion? Could it be that all those lowly seeds on the ground grew up like this?

Malph restrained her voice from screaming out as she felt red-faced, but the tongue was too powerful. There seems to be a small layer of brushes on it, so that every part of her cavity is gently brushed, and countless sensitive parts seem to be a light that has been turned on and off, and with a whoosh, it is lit up in pieces. Suddenly, she felt a torrent rushing out of her body that could not be suppressed no matter what.

The high-speed jet cannon, one after another, quickly shot out of the smoothbore without stopping, and the extravagant peach pulsation liquid with body temperature from the other world quickly filled my mouth, and the rapid impact also made me feel a different kind of pleasure, as if it was the stimulation and comfort of squirting water into the mouth with a screaming bottle, and the teeth and the epidermal part of the mouth enjoyed this impact very much.

When the other party finally stopped squirting, I swallowed it little by little.

It's a pity, it's just a faint peach taste, even if you add a little more sweetness.

The pulsating drink is really lacking in stamina.

I shook my head and thought disapprehensively.

At this time, Malf's eyes were white, and he had fainted with an orgasm. Both legs were stiff and cramped and couldn't move, I touched Doudou, she just moved her feet reflexively, and now my plan to hypnotize and induce is completely shelved. (To be continued.) )