There are also a lot of quirky gadgets in the storage room. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For example, a flashlight that illuminates a room at night, an electric baton that discharges, and a stick that makes you orgasm when touched, and a tree stick that tickles. A bunch of flashy items.

It's basically all made by Lillard in his spare time. There are also several wooden cores stacked next to it that can be replaced.

These are standard parts that can be disassembled and assembled. Leiard could only enchant wood chips that were thirty centimeters in size, and there was no way to make larger ones. So most of the time, after drawing the magic pattern on the surface of the stick, cut it out to the right size for enchantment. Now he has made a small carving knife out of shrimp shells, and is ready to try the legendary miniature carving, and if he can do it, maybe he can really solve the problem of shrinking the magic pattern.

Suddenly, Leillard seemed to see the circuit board inside the computer, and it became as easy as a magic pattern in his own hand.

But.... In order to prevent his mental power from being sucked dry by the overly complex magic pattern, Laiard can only follow the control variable method to delete the various magic pattern circuits of the magic pattern, reduce the performance, and make it reach the range he needs.

For example, this huge magic pattern vibrator, Laiard himself tried seven or eight times, only to know where the correct amplification circuit is, each different series of magic patterns, the amplification device looks different, which is simply an extraordinary pain for Leiard who has no systematic teaching.

When it is manufactured, there are often explosions of wooden blocks, collapse of magic patterns, and spiritual power backlash.

When I thought I would succeed, I suddenly felt a pinprick pain in my head, and I felt like a dog.

But.... Is it really possible to control women's desires by controlling women's desires and prevent them from betraying?

In the end, it is estimated that it will still be the same as the goblins, so that these women who are full of unwillingness and resistance will become the kind of posture that they are numb and have just been rescued.

So isn't it stupid to do such a cycle and save people in the first place?

In the end, he still can't break through his own moral limits.

Lyrald looked at his gear and put it back one by one.

"Let's go take a shower. You're dirty enough."

Untied the rope from Tim's body little by little, pulled her boring hair with his hands, and thought about the angry screams that were still in the basement before, and there was one thing that I agreed with her. I want to live like a human being.

In fact, I also want to live like a person, so that I will always maintain the human body, not the body of a dragon.

Do you still want to be loved?

In this group of people, it is estimated that few people will love themselves. It's all because I'm afraid of myself that I'm with myself.

"Yes"

Ishtar watched as Lillard happily took out the murder weapons, only to be stuffed back in one fell swoop, and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Is it necessary, it's already like this, why not just go straight to the end, does he still want Tim to forgive him?

This guy .... It's not straightforward.

Childish no one loves.

From the aisle between the trees, they walked to the water storage rooms of the other tree trunks, and it had rained these days, so that Lillard had dug a few cisterns in his spare time, so that he did not have to go to the trouble of collecting distilled water for drinking, nor did he have to go to the peninsula every day to collect clean water, using coarse cloth, gravel, small stones, charcoal, and a few simple water purification devices made of funnels, constantly purifying the water source that was connected, and then boiling it for drinking.

In a corner of this huge water storage room, you can also see a complete set of water boiling equipment, the stove, on which are the stone pots carved out together, large wooden barrels, and piles of firewood, because it is still afternoon, so no one comes to use it. Ishtar watched with her eyes open, she was sure that there were no such things before, and everyone cherished them very much by carefully wiping their bodies with distilled water, magic water sources. Can you take a shower now??

"I guess I'll have to wait a while before it can be cooked, if your body feels very cold, why don't you come and roast your body together?"

With his back to Ishtar, he put the chopped firewood and the withered grass used for ignition in the stone stove, fed the dice a crystal in the brain of a zombie goblin, and it was also easy to use low-level magic, and there would be no random data for the time being, and he did not secretly ingest physical sacrifices, which was considered a little conscience of the dragon.

The scorching flames suddenly appeared in mid-air, and then flew into the stove under the control of Lillard, and ignited the dead grass with precision, which seemed so mysterious.

"I want to go home" Ishtar crouched down next to Lillard, watching the flames together, and somehow she repeated her previous words.

"I know, I want to go home, I don't even know how my parents are now, whether they have become thinner, whether they are too sad, whether they have eaten well, whether they have slept well, I don't know. I came here in a hurry. I can understand your feelings."

Leillard listened silently to Ishtar's words, and replied after a while.

"I'm not trying to stop you from going home, it's just that I think it takes time and preparation, it's not that you have to put it into action as soon as your brain is hot, everyone is a collective, if you want to be yours, he wants to be his, but in the end you can't do anything, and if you don't do it, it will be a mess"

"Didn't you always want to shrink here, even if you promised us to go to the human world, why didn't you say that there were so many goblins on the shore?

"You didn't ask, even if I did, would you believe it?

Lillard rolled his eyes.

He remembered a certain movie where the heroine woke up and was imprisoned in the basement by a man, saying that there were aliens outside. As a result, the woman still tried her best to kill the fat man who imprisoned her, and when she ran out, she was captured by the aliens. So Lillard didn't dare to trust other people's IQ at all.

"If you don't say it, how can I not know whether to believe it or not" Although I still refuse to believe it in my heart. Ishtar silently added.

"Alright then, in a few days until one of the waiters you've been clamoring to go to, most of it is occupied by goblins, this time you can see if I'm lying to you, and there's no sugar to eat" Lillard measured the temperature in the stone cauldron, and added another handful of firewood.

The bright firelight brings the dim interior to life.

The shadows of the flames jumped on the wall, and the little sparks just floated out of the stove before they went out, turning into black ash and falling little by little.

"Then why don't you sail in the direction of the mainland?" Ishtar looked at Lyrad suspiciously, she didn't quite believe what she said.

She had also been to the Waiting Territory before, and the large organization had a large number of Waiting Leaders, nearly 200,000 people living there, as well as countless criminals, necromancers, strong dwarves, and some Elven Lords who had also set up annexes here to purchase territory. Even if it is a hostile orc, there are many people who have settled here, and the large collar of thousands of square kilometers will be destroyed if it is destroyed, are you a three-year-old child!

"yes, you don't believe me when I say it. I didn't say that in vain. Go to the mainland, does this broken raft of mine have stones to disperse the sea monster, you don't have to be in such a hurry if you want to die"

Leillard shrugged, and when he saw her expression, Laillard knew it was useless again.

The hot water is put into the barrel with a wooden scoop, and after a while, Lillard adjusts the temperature of the water and allows Ishtar to take a bath inside.

There is also a sauna next door, but seeing that their bodies are all weak now, they are still taking a normal bubble bath for the time being.

Untied Tim was also floating in the water, his eyes blinking slightly, looking like he was about to wake up.

Lillard continued to boil the water, placing a few roasted sweet potatoes in their hands.

In fact, Lillard also thought it was quite strange, in addition to the messy plants here, he also found a lot of plants similar to the earth, such as coconuts that can always be seen on the shore, and he also picked up a few. In addition, I found sweet potatoes when I was in a human area last time I was active.

At first, he thought it might be an accident, but after he took it to the fire and roasted it, it really turned out to be the sweet potato in his memory.

Could it be that some earthlings have crossed over with something like sweet potatoes???

Thinking of what a certain adventurer's guild said, this face is often visited, and Leillard himself is relieved.

If you can smuggle yourself, why can't others?

2w people died in one day in our Great Celestial Empire, and there were many missing, and it was inevitable that some people would be pulled to this plane, that plane. So it's not worth caring about.

I just don't know if those people made modern products such as steam engines, thermal power stations, and movie theaters.

Leillard sighed and put that behind him.

If there really is a steam engine, Laiard would not dare to build it in a grand manner.

The maintenance of magic and quasi-medieval civilized social classes was due to the authority of the gods and the power of magicians, as well as the strong control of the secular church.

Climbing the tree of technology, among other things, God will feel that someone is sharing his sphere of authority.

With technology, not many people want to believe in God, and to put it bluntly, they are cutting off other people's roots.

Directly believing in Marx, everyone is equal, and after realizing the sin of believing in God, it is difficult to make a vigorous activity to break the four olds.

Therefore, with medical technology, no one dances to the gods and prays to the gods. With the technology of forging, you will not think about cutting off the heads of the forging gods and sacrificing your life, let alone making guns and ammunition, as well as nuclear bombs, which will directly make the magician lose his job.

Who do you kill if you don't kill everyone??

Small-scale engagements are harmless, and once popularized, Lillard feels that it may attract endless hunts.

All of the above was popularized by Akuya.

Even if Lillard didn't believe it, he didn't want to defy the law.

The fire continued to burn, and the water in the cauldron boiled again, and Istta's face was covered with a lovely flush, and sweat kept pouring out, which looked quite tempting.

Lillard flushed the hot water over the wooden board next to her, scooped her up and began to oil her back.

The greenish-yellow oil is sprinkled on the loose skin little by little, and the visual effect is very amazing.

"I feel very shy like this, can you give me a towel to cover my face?"

Esta tilted his head not to look at Lerald's striped body. Here we go again.

"Don't! That's all there is to life, are you going to deprive me of my hobbies!"

"Then so be it!"

Ishtar bit his lip and closed his eyes from looking.

Rough hands, pushing the oil, little by little, swam down Istta's neck, and the skin was coated with a smooth layer of oil. The breasts of the B cover were rubbed repeatedly, and the part that had been tight and a little concave was held straight and tall in the air, and it became hard.

Ishtar bit his mouth to keep himself from screaming.

I haven't seen him for a few days, so how can this guy's methods become more familiar.

The slightly hot body became extremely hot under the repeated stimulation of Lillard, and sweat poured out of the body little by little along the capillary blood pores, because of repeated friction, the dirt on his body was also rubbed out by Lillard these days.

The cold wood stimulated his hands, and the completely different touch from his body, made Ista feel a little dizzy in his head.

The palms stayed in her chest for a long time, and then slid down her flat stomach, and under these hot hands, she seemed to feel that every inch of the place where it was touched was burning, and finally the palms stayed between the oooo, and the tiny hairs were also stained with oil, hanging uneasily to the side, and then she seemed to feel a warm breath blowing slowly. Even with her eyes closed, she felt something staring.

The meat was ripped open, and the deeper inside was also seen.

Ishtar couldn't stop her imagination, and with the rubbing of Lyrald's gentle big hands, she felt like she was really hot and smoking.

The trickling stream also overflowed in Istta's imagination.

Then, a pair of large mouths seemed to block some part that could not be spoken.

And tongues poured in.

"Where..... Dirty"

Ista was breathing heavily, his eyes wide open, his hands not knowing where to go.

"Your body is all mine, how can it be dirty"

It was a long time before Lillard replied.

Sure enough, the elf juice ate the body. The taste has changed this time.

Elves have weird hormones.

Estah, who had climaxed several times, was turned over weakly by Leillard, feeling her hands on her back, she felt very relieved, and she was about to fall asleep.

If only this guy had been so meticulous in bathing himself and caring for himself before, he used to be business-like, but now he feels a little like that.

"Come in....."

Ishtar whispered, her head shrinking slightly.

Let a haughty elf say that, but it gives you enough face, huh.

"What?" Leillard's hand slid outward, as if he hadn't heard.

"Come in, come in"

"Then I'm in."

Omit...... Omit...... Omit.....

Actually, I think I should go for Silicone.....

Afterwards, Ishtar was not only taken out of the front door, but also after being cleaned, he was also taken out of the back door.

After walking through two doors in a moment, she couldn't stand it anymore, and fell asleep in the barrel holding Llyard, although she was an elf, she was actually very mentally fragile. Leillard looked at Estar and kissed her eyelid again with pity.

"Don't show affection. The last time I asked you about it, you still haven't answered me."

Tim woke up for a long time, and after peeking at the two men's movements, she leaned on the other side of the barrel a little angrily, not thinking much about Leillard.

"Are you saying that flashback memories always come to mind?"

"That's right, you said I should spy on Ishtar to see if there is anything suspicious about her, I did it, don't you say something now?"

"Thank you. In order to simulate the reality, you are also imprisoned in it for several days. But you probably hate me, too. Your memories were taken by me with some kind of magic, and they are now in my head. All I know is that in order for you to return to your normal condition, you will have to do many times to let this sad memory, mixed with happy feelings, feed back into your brain in order for you to become normal, or you will become a wooden man again, just like the women found in the goblin lair."

"Oh, that's right. Tim replied coldly, "Let's do it now."

"So fast? I've just done it."

"Aren't you a dragon, what are you afraid of with this difficulty? Is it because my body is too dirty, you don't want to enter? Also, the body that has been finished by the goblin for a few years, how can you let you enter so happily, I really think too highly of myself, hehe"

"It's not.... That's not what it means."

"Then do it"

"Haven't you always been gentle..."

Lillard muttered as he set Esta aside, then paddled over to Tim, gently picked her up, and then rudely entered his body, and with a muffled grunt, Tim bit down on Lillard's shoulder, leaving a row of blood-colored imprints.

"In the past few days, I have been in the small black room, and I have remembered a lot of things from before. ”

Inside the thick thump of the blow, Tim spoke to Lillard with a high-pitched moan.

"I remember how I was captured by the goblins, the previous agreement is still valid."

"Yes, as long as you feel at ease to be my woman and don't run, this agreement will be valid"

"Then help me kill someone"

"Who?"

"My ex-boyfriend Borek, the youngest son of the Boric family, the five ruling families of Trunas, his fiancée Kosmia, and several of his subordinate knights"

"Good"

"Don't you ask why?"

"Because I thought, it must be a sad story, and you cried"

Tim lay on top of Lillard, his eyes full of tears, and he hugged him desperately and didn't want to speak.