She hastily made a garment out of shark skin to cover most of her body, but her face seemed a little gray, and it would be nice to have a helmet and cavalry plate armor to dress her up. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info carefully combed the hair of the centaur girl, and Lillard was a little distracted.

For an otaku in a certain sense, in fact, the current zombie centaur is the creature that best fits Lillard's view of mate selection.

It won't be noisy or noisy, and it won't have any unique ideas, and you can accompany yourself quietly, and you won't object to what you want to do.

Of course, it's obviously best if you can praise yourself if you have nothing to do.

So with such a zombie lady by her side, Lillard felt quite in a good mood. You don't have to think about deliberately finding a topic to chat with her, make her laugh and be happy. Speaking of which, I think there is an extremely selfish kind of thought, according to feminism, it is the objectification of women.

But now Leillard doesn't mind such a centaur or extremely objectified woman at all.

You know, at one point, Lillard also wanted to raise a box lady who had all his hands and feet cut off and only kept his body and head to travel around.

If you don't say it, you'll be locked up in a psychiatric hospital right away.

That would be too miserable.

can only be constrained by morality day after day to learn to think and deal with things like normal people, and cannot give out their strong possessiveness and rebellious desire as they like.

Because of the fear of being criticized as a different person, on many occasions Lillard maintains what a normal wooden person should do, and is not very willing to communicate with girls, nor does he like to talk about his hobbies in depth with male friends, collecting box girls, whether it is right or not, there will always be a bunch of morals that directly burn Lillard at the stake and crucify him.

So for a pervert, whether it's 16 or 40 years old, that's not much change.

The difference is only that the latter may express repentance after a long time of reflection after doing the above things.

But if I didn't do it, the idea of trying it didn't stop for a day.

And then I was constrained by this kind of moral outlook that a normal person should have cultivated day after day.,Because I accidentally had this kind of thought overflow on weekdays, I was condemned by my own heart.,It's reasonable to constantly blame yourself and hope to do something that meets the hopes of others to atone for your sins.。

To put it simply, if you take your best friend and make sexual fantasies, normal people will feel very empty and guilty afterwards and feel that they have blasphemed others. Then either hide away from the other party, or just want to help the other party as if they were atoning for their sins.

There's no denying it...... Most people make sexual fantasies about other people, and they will act as if nothing has happened, and to some extent, people are quite hypocritical between people, aren't they?

Think about it once in a while, if you say it face to face, I used to use you as a masturbation object.

That scene is directly killed as a pervert, haha.......

Lillard rode around the forest on a centaur, and the expected centaur zombie tribe didn't see it, but a group of goblins who ran after the sound caused a lot of trouble.

A group of dragon goblins with wings, sharp horns on their foreheads, and small tails flew from the sky, looking at the centaurs with very surprised eyes, as if they did not quite understand the movement pattern of the centaurs at this time.

The creatures here are no stronger than the centaurs, and they carefully keep their distance and do not rush up.

In fact, Lillard is very interested in this.

Without saying anything, leaving little smell, how did the goblins know that this centaur was strong and unwilling to invade her range of tens of meters?

Is it still the analysis of those eyes?

Switching modes for a moment, he carefully observed the goblins running in. Finally, I found that there was a strange area in the brain, only the size of a fingernail, emitting a different color light wave, depending on the strength of the individual, the size of this area was also different, just within the range that infrared rays could detect.

Leillard adjusted the temperature of the color in his body, and in a few moments, the goblins fled as if they were alive.

Is there something different in that area of the brain?

Thinking so, Lillard felt a strange sensation in his body that something was trying to get out of his head.

The negative energy that had been absorbed before suddenly tumbled and fluttered like a sea tide, obscuring the sky and the sun to hit his consciousness sea space.

Bang.

A cloud of black flames burned on the surface of Leillard's body, and a huge stream of flames erupted up and down his capillary blood holes.

There is no temperature and no discomfort.

The negative energy that had been bothering Lillard before, suppressing his strength, instantly spread all over his body, and finally slowly climbed towards the invisible place inside his forehead.

The description seems to be slow, but in fact only about half a second has passed. It's gone without even noticing. by Leillard, who thought he had a visual illusion.

In just a moment, those negative energies moved out of the sea of consciousness in the brain and ran to the place in his forehead where Lillard couldn't see to settle down again.

With the special temperature, they get along very harmoniously.

In the subtleties that Lillard couldn't see, there was a natural rearrangement in some parts of the gene chain, and because of the relatively abundant energy in the body, he couldn't feel the hunger after the modified genes.

Shaking his eyes with his hands, the magic flame could no longer burn.

Leillard, who didn't quite know what was going on, just felt that his mood for no reason had become much more comfortable, and his body felt very relaxed.

Anyway, it wasn't clear what was going on, and Lillard wasn't prepared to dig deeper.

I have no one to refer to, all I have is a pair of fists, and I don't even have the spirit of scientific inquiry.

Gathering the temperature of his body and lowering it to the range of trees and stones, Leillard watched the goblins who ran away fly back honestly, he moved his body, grabbed a dragon goblin who was struggling to bite, and without the slightest strength, broke his head, his hand stirred in the white sticky brain, and a small black crystal was held in the palm of his hand in the area that emitted a strange color.

It's light, there's no sense of heaviness, and there's a buzzing sound that makes people ring.

It's a pity that I don't know if I can eat it, otherwise with the idea of a dragon, I would have to try my teeth after all.

Looking at the sky curiously, there seemed to be many villains in the black crystal who were roaring and covering their faces and crying bitterly.

Before he had time to take a closer look, a flame appeared between his fingers that he had just tried for a long time and could not trigger, and he directly burned and absorbed it into his body without even leaving the slag.

The icy breath ran along the fingers and into the body, as if you were in the middle of a hot summer day and then being blown by the 26-degree air conditioning wind, which made people feel extremely comfortable.

Leillard thought there was something wrong with his nervous system.

After two swings, he felt that this thing was quite evil, and took the centaur around for a while, and Leillard was very cowardly and carried the centaur back to the shore from the air.

Where is there a normal person who feels comfortable killing zombies and absorbing unknown crystals.

Again, this is not a non-traditional apocalyptic zombie text.

Without establishing a system of observation and experimentation to conduct various arguments, Lillard always felt that the mysterious side of the fantasy world could not be rationally understood.

You can't bring brains, you can't bring brains.

Leillard shook his head and admonished himself in a tone that he didn't believe.

People who are too serious..... It seems to die pretty fast.

Before that, Lillard had already been pitted badly.

Now the purpose of everything is to enjoy in time, live one more day is a day, and one more girl is earned, so don't delve into other things.