Seeing Alfred Abydis walking towards the bed with a frosty face, and I couldn't do anything, my body was tied up, and my mouth and nose were completely blocked by Bridget, let alone escape, it was very difficult to make a sound.

I don't know what kind of spring dream I am doing, my knees are against my hard work, a pair of small hands are up and down my body, and the dexterous little tongue is stirring in my mouth with the maximum vibrator, and our saliva is almost soaking the pillow.

I finally spit out Bridget's tongue, and I knocked Bridget's forehead with my forehead and whispered, "Death three-eight, death three-eight, wake up, wake up." ”

"Well......" Bridget opened her hazy eyes and said no, "It's so comfortable, let me sleep a little longer!" Then he closed his eyes and put his tongue in my mouth again.

"Nima's, your father is here, don't kiss it anymore." Looking at Alfred getting closer and closer, I was about to cry, what time is it, why are you not ashamed, you want me to be beaten to death by your father.

"Ahh As soon as she heard Alfred, Bridget sat up with an exclamation, turned her head to look out, and sure enough, Alfred was standing less than three meters away, "Father, why are you here?" ”

"How did I get here? Hmph, you still have the face to ask me why I'm here, if it wasn't for Tyran telling me you were here, I wouldn't have known you were tainted by this kid. Alfred's voice was filled with anger.

"I ...... It's not what you think, I did it voluntarily, he didn't defile me, I forced him. Bridget dared to do so, pointing to the rope on my body and quibbling.

I echoed Bridget's weakness and said, "Yes, I was really forced, it's none of my business." ”

"Shut up!" It's okay that I didn't speak, but as soon as I spoke, Alfred's temper immediately came up, and pointed at me and scolded: "You filthy, stinky, eggless despicable undead, you hurt my daughter, and now you dare to stretch your dirty hands to Bridget, and I caught you, and I didn't admit it, and said that you were forced, damn, I killed you." ”

The more he spoke, the more angry Alfred became, and regardless of the facts before him, he grabbed the sword hanging from his waist and stabbed at me.

"Stop! You're going to kill him unless you kill me first!" At the critical moment, Bridget stepped forward to block Alfred's stabbing sword, and thanks to Alfred, a heroic powerhouse, the tip of the sword stopped just as it reached Bridget's throat.

"You...... Get out of the way! ”

"Don't let you die!"

"Are you going to me off? Have you forgotten your vows? ”

"That was your vow, and I am going to live for myself now."

"You ......"

"Dead three-eight? Dead three-eight? ”

"Huh?" Bridget turned to look at me, her face softened, but she still asked angrily, "What's wrong?" ”

"Well, you're almost gone, look at your breasts, look at your legs." I said weakly.

"Huh!" Bridget was stunned, looked down, and saw that one of the shoulder straps of the long skirt had slipped between the elbows, and the placket that could have completely covered the chest and part fell to the armpits, and the two points of red were almost a finger completely exposed, and then looked at the hem of the long skirt, which rolled up to the root of the thighs because of the uncertainty of sitting and lying, if it weren't for the tightness of the legs, the Black Forest would have leaked out.

"Ahh Bridget screamed and yelled at her father, "Get out, get out quickly." ”

Because of my guidance, Alfred's eyes also looked at Bridget, and when he saw it, Alfred blushed with shame, and at the same time, a shocking anger rose from the bottom of his heart, forcibly twisting his old face distorted by shame and anger, and his whole body began to tremble, as if he had Parkinson's disease.

Just then, Bridget's voice sounded, and Alfred shuddered again, and said angrily, "I must take that walking corpse with me before I go." ”

"Let's go! Do you have to see your daughter's body? Bridget yelled again, and Alfred could no longer care about me, and fled the door, closing the door behind him.

Watching Alfred run away, I let out a sigh of relief, looked at Bridget with affection, and said, "You should go quickly, and your father will come back and dismember me in a while." ”

Bridget pecked me on the mouth and said tenderly, "Don't be afraid, I'll convince my father." After finishing speaking, he stood up and began to put on his underwear and underwear in front of me, not knowing how to avoid suspicion, how to come on a large scale, wearing a little Nenette's legs are almost up to the sky.

Finally, Bridget finished dressing, pecked me in the mouth again, and walked out of the room three times in turn.

Syllable!

A crisp sound came from outside the door, followed by Bridget's roar, and then the father and daughter quarreled, and there were some bumping sounds, but these have nothing to do with me, with Bridget here, Alfred can't rush through the door, and my safety is still guaranteed for the time being.

Looking at the ceiling, I was quietly thinking about what to do in the future...... Clean up Tyran Fortin, the abominable whistleblower.

The sound outside the door grew quieter until there was no more noise in my ears, and then the door creaked open, and through the crack in the door came a nasty brain, which I was now bound with a strong knot, otherwise a great head would have fallen to the ground.

"Sunwind, you're awesome!" Tyran Foding exclaimed with a thumbs up.

"Come, untie the rope from my body, and see that I don't chop you off."

……

In the end, Tyran Fordin untied the rope from my body, and I didn't cut off his big head, but for the next two months, I never gave this kid a good face, and I found a duel with a girl, and I held him down and stuffed maggots into his mouth when I had nothing to do.

Of course, with Tyran Foding's strength, I won't be bullied so badly, but the key is that I have backup, Bridget beat Tyran Foding that night, and in the days to come, he helped me to bully Tyran Foding in pain, bitter rain, and desolation......

After bullying Tyran Foding, and then bullying me again, that guy dared not give her a full body massage, I didn't want to stop in my mouth, a naughty little tongue can go to heaven.

I don't know what Bridget and Alfred said that day, anyway, since that day, Alfred has not cared about the between Bridget and me, but from that day on, Alfred looked at me more terrifyingly, as if he was going to eat my flesh and drink my blood and gnaw my bones.

Early the next morning, when I met up with Tyran Fordin to go to the martial arts arena, as far as I could see, there were bright banners hanging almost everywhere I could, and none of them wrote that they were not the confessions, loves, and hearts of the dead three or eight to me.

What Rifeng you are the most handsome, what Bridget loves Rifeng until she is old, what Bridget wants to give Rifeng a doll...... Oh my god, it almost scared me to death.

Is this going to make me an enemy of the people? The truth is the same as I thought, since that morning, not only Alfred has looked at me angrily, almost all the men of the Silver Hand have never given me a good face, and they will find me to fight, compete, and compete when there is nothing to do, and the United States is to help me improve my strength, but its vicious heart is to find an opportunity to beat me, although after beating me, they will also be Bridget to find an excuse to "learn", but no matter what the result is, there is still an endless stream of people who talk to me every day, and each strength is one top one is good, and later, Even a series of heroes such as Alfred, Mograini, and Dasohan have nothing to do with me, and judging from the intensity of their attacks, Bridget really makes them angry.

I was beaten during the day and was not human, and I had to give Bridget a full body massage at night, and I had to receive an hour of holy light purification in the morning and evening, although life was very tired and helpless, but as the days passed, my combat level was also rising, and the control of death was becoming more and more handy, at the same time, my physical functions were also constantly recovering, the most obvious change was a month and a half later, during the massage of the dead three-eight, I actually had some feelings underneath, very faint but it was good news for me, After all, there is a slight possibility of a sylvanas hey.

Bridget didn't notice this slight change, she was just surprised by the increase in my food and the rapid improvement of my strength, this is not nonsense, every day by more than a dozen people in turn, I don't have to grow to the point where I have to be missing.

A month later, I was finally promoted to the fourth order, and at this time, if the fourth-order paladin came to me to learn again, it would be the fate of being hanged, and even the weaker fifth-order powerhouses would not be able to please me.

This is a good explanation, my bones are already amazed (golden), the strength is great, plus the martial arts are also becoming more and more skilled in the daily grinding and oppression, and there is also a dead qi to increase the blessing, it is really a god to block the gods and Buddhas to stop the Buddha.

However, by this time, my opponents were getting stronger and stronger, the fifth order was rare, basically the sixth order, and there was a group of old heroes and strong people who were not ashamed to come to me from time to time to "learn".

Therefore, I still did not escape the fate of being beaten for "abducting" the goddess of the silver hand.

These things were insignificant to Azeroth, but the real big thing was that not long after I was promoted to the Fourth Order, King Varian Ureon, who had accepted the invitation of Archmage Gianna Proudmore to make peace with the new Horde leader, Grand Chief Thrall, disappeared, much to the fury of Stormwind, and Bervar Vortagen immediately declared war with the new Horde.

At this point, the earth-shattering war drums once again resounded in all corners of Azeroth.

(To be continued.) )