After drinking the elf juice, Leillard felt that his spirits were much better. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Could it be that elf juice is a special tonic for restoring mental strength?

In fact, dragons like females, not only because of their physical desires, but also because of the growth of the dragon's own abilities.

Maybe try other women's juices?

Because of the discharge, Ista was paralyzed and could not speak, and hummed quietly.

Holding Ista and stroking her back to calm her down, Lillard wasn't prepared to keep her locked up. It's good to be soft, don't continue to betray if you're soft, you can still be lenient. I haven't noticed that there is such a thing as eloping with other men, so I can relax. But the committee doesn't have to go in, and like Akuya, it becomes his direct subordinate and plaything.

No matter how bad you are, it's better than a goblin.

Lelard carried her to the other side of the house where Tim was being held.

Like Istta's room, only rickets were allowed to enter, and in the darkness, Tim looked down at the stone door that was slowly being pulled open.

There are two doors, one made of wood and the other of heavy stone half a meter thick.

The wooden door was cut and turned into a pile of sawdust that fell on one side of the room, and the room became a little wider than before. However, the mana is very slow to recover in this cage, and although the wood allows the magic elements to be partially gathered, it is sealed in a room with thick walls, and will also resist the flow of magic elements according to the type of tree.

This feeling is actually somewhat similar to metal shielding.

"Come out, I'm in a good mood today, you don't have to be locked in for the time being"

Tim beckoned her to come out, and Leillard prepared to go back to his room.

"Don't! What is this! If you say shut me up, I'll lock me up, and if you say let me go, do you think I'm your pet?"

Tim looked at Lillard, his eyes still releasing a fierce gaze, and his voice became loud and hoarse, as if to vent the pain of the past few days of detention.

"So what do you want to do? What can you do?" Leillard walked up to Tim, who leaned over with Ishtar in his arms and stared at Tim with a look of disgust on his face.

His lips were chapped, his pink hair was dry and drooping on his head, and his forehead bangs covered one eye, making the other blood-red eyes look a little hideous.

"Big deal, I'll kill you, and then kill myself! I know we can't live without you on this sea, but I don't want you to get my body if I die now! After regaining my sanity from the goblin's lair, I'm determined to live like a human being! Aren't you now depriving me of my right to be a human being?! Do you want me to be played with by you like Akua and a dog? Don't dream!"

Hoarse and furious, Leillard felt like this guy was going to run away.

"Don't you think about living in peace?"

Lillard took two steps back, if this guy rushed up excitedly, it was a trivial matter if he didn't kill himself, and if he slipped his hand and killed Istta, it would be a big loss.

"Peace, dreaming!"

"I'll just say this to you, I'll give you a little impression points, I like girls who have a strong resistance the most!So I'm going to take you up, I don't have the heart to run down every day to deliver food for the time being, I'll let you serve professionally these days" Lillard snapped his fingers, and a hypnotic magic came out between his fingers, making Tim in a fit of rage quiet and fall aside. Ishtar heard the conversation between the two, and her heart couldn't help but start twitching strongly.

"Will she be killed?"

Ishtar asked cautiously, in a hoarse voice.

"Do you want to eat a cauldron of her flesh?"

Leillard replied very unrelentingly, he was driven crazy by the memories of these women those days, and of course he knew what Ishtar was afraid of. Eat, he's interested, eat human meat stew, then forget it. You can eat it, he doesn't take it that hard.

"No, it's not ....."

Ista clutched the knuckles of Lillard's clothes white, and she was brought back bad memories.

"Remember, every inch of your body is mine, my sacred private property that I cannot discard. I can tolerate you running away, assassinating me, and poisoning my food, but as long as I live, your body is mine, and the right to use it belongs to me, and I will not kill you so easily. Isn't that a wasteful thing? And I don't really like to play with dolls, I don't have any feelings, I can't talk or move, and I feel pathetic when I look at it."

With Tim in his armpit, Lillard jumped up a shaft more than ten meters long, and the storm continued.

The rain drenched Istta's unclothed body, and in the cold wind, her grip on Leyard tightened even tighter, almost pressing into his body, conveying that she had no rebellious thoughts.

Tiptoeing around, Leird came to a small room near the control tower and opened a tunnel, allowing Leiard to walk to his place without disturbing the others.

The house was cleaned up, and this area was the official area of Serral.

Mei Mei, who used to live here temporarily, seems to be planning to settle here for a long time, and when she sleeps at night, she often runs to bed around Serral, who is sleeping outside, to join in the fun. I don't know what she thinks, it's comparable to a child's body, she always wants to find some satisfaction in Lillard, she faints every time she does it, accompanied by meaningless shouting that her little belly is being pushed up, it's going to be broken, it's going to be broken, and then with a, she completely loses the ability to fight again.

Lillard always felt like he wasn't having fun. But isn't this girl really afraid of breaking?

The ones who use it more in this room are Akua, Rebecca, and Elsa.

There weren't many people left on the warhead's side. Wen Li often happens when she is doing academic research with Lylard, Elsa likes to play night raids at night, and when Lylard falls asleep peacefully, she will be woken up by Elsa in the middle of the night, and at this time, Lyrald has the idea that she is being by someone else, not someone else.

According to Rosa and their previous plan, in seven days, they will stay at the Ministry of Internal Affairs for two days at night, stay in the War Department for two days, and then let Lillard move freely for the rest of the time, wherever he wants, Lillard actually lives in his own nest for very little time, and he has to make trouble until late every night to go to bed, and he himself feels a sore back.

Sometimes when he gets up in the morning, he sees his twin sisters, or Strall, or the really seven-year-old girl running to do a good morning bite, and Laillard wonders if his life is too absurd. In order to make up for his nutrition, Lailard had to open some small stoves for himself, with unscientific knowledge in the past, Lailard only remembered to supplement the form with form, so he ate starfish, sea urchins, sea cucumbers, and sea snakes more fiercely.

When I have nothing to do, I will try to eat the livers and kidneys of these fish, and occasionally take their livers to be steamed to get some floating oily substances to store. When I was a child, I heard that cod liver oil is good for the body, and I would ask these girls to eat more or less.

The feedback was not bad, saying that the vision at night had increased.

There are also some simple soaps made of goblin fat and plant ash on the ship, which smell okay after being mixed with mint, and it took at least two days to find the problem of zombieization, and I haven't seen anyone with fever mutations, so Lillard is ready to find more zombie corpses and put them in the incinerator to burn with wood, which can be regarded as making some contributions to the normalization of life.

Leillard took out the rope and tied Tim perfectly with tortoiseshell binding, and tied the thumbs on her hands and feet to each other, and at this moment, Tim was put on a free bed by Leillard in a very ashamed gesture in a daze.

Humming a little tune, Lillard began to prepare a series of wooden magic charms that he had wanted to experiment with for a long time.

For example, a kind of vibrating stick, which is used in many island country action romance movies.

As Leillard became more proficient, he was able to paint magic patterns on other surfaces.

The Vibration Demon Pattern is a third-order seismic technique. However, after reducing the inflow of energy, and amplifying the return of the magic pattern, it became more frustrated.

However, if a large man with a diameter of thirty centimeters and a length of half a meter really wants to be completely useful, it is estimated that it is necessary to find a certain giant or ogre to be useful.

The top that can be replaced is some small brushes that Lillard has made out of the soft bristles on Ceria's tail.

There is also a soft head made of linen.

After entering the mana, the whole stick buzzed.

It looks like it's very lethal.

Esta stared at Leillard's creative invention, unsure of what kind of torture it would be to have something so long running through her body.

This.... It's worse than killing!