Of course, there is a little reason why Wynmaite likes S and M, but the commotion in her bones has nothing to do with me at all, and a holy priest who dresses so violently all day long, and can be spanked on the top of the mountain with a few spanks fully explains the essence of Wynmayt.

You see Bridget, except when I spray some water when I press a small hole for others, when did I go up to the top of the mountain?

"What's next?" Bridget asked curiously.

Tyran Fording spread his hands and said: "Then Renault shredded all the clothes on Wynmat's body, and then slammed Wynmaite for nearly an hour, especially the two lumps on both sides and the two lumps below were even more ferocious, more than a dozen branches were torn off, and Renault thrust at Bridget, who was paralyzed into a pile of rotten flesh. ”

"Ten times, I counted, only ten times, Renault will be a thousand miles, but at this time Wynmaite has already gone up the mountain countless times, her eyes are a little sloppy, she is completely ignorant of Renault's incompetence."

Even the second time I heard Wynmaite and Renault playing S and M, I still felt like I was dreaming, why were the two of them so open, they could climb the mountain in broad daylight, and I didn't know how to cover it up, and besides, the dog and the day of Tyran Foding were too obscene, and the brothers and sisters were hi, and your cat was seen through the bushes from beginning to end, and Bridget was not ashamed to tell me and Bridget the details.

I don't know if it's to say that the people of the world of Azeroth are still open.

"Hmph, I knew there was a cat between Wynmaite and Renault, and now it seems to be really good, oh yes, did Wynmaite bleed under him at that time?" Bridget is more obscene than Tyran Fording, and directly asks about Bridget's chastity.

Tyran Foding's face was a little ugly, and he said in a slur manner, "I...... I didn't see it clearly. ”

"Huh? Don't see clearly? How can you not see clearly, with your strength, you will not see clearly? No, are you hiding something? Don't? Bridget said suspiciously.

I also reacted at this time, and then Bridget said: "Didn't Renault take Wynmaite with him after leaving, and then you went up to finish the ...... that Renault didn't finish."

"Fart, Lao Tzu has already given Wynmaite, how can he take Renault...... Forehead! Tyran Fordin explained without hesitation, but the amount of information in it seemed to be very large.

"Oh!" "Oh!"

Bridget and I let out a long "oh" to show that we already knew.

"Damn, what kind of expression do you have, it's just a normal need between a normal man and a woman, there is no affection between me and Wynnemet, and nothing has happened to us since." Tyran Foding blushed and explained with a thick neck.

"Oh!" "Oh!"

Bridget and I let out a long "oh" again.

"Damn, you damn adulterers, aren't you doing more than what you do with each other than what I do with Wynmat, and Wynmmet and the other men?"

Nima, I'm speechless for Tyran Foding's accusations.

Bang!

Bridget struck Tyran Fordin on the top of the head with a shudder, and said without any shame: "Holy light is above, we are in love with each other, love is like a tide, but we are not like you and Wynmayt who do not choose to eat for that little pleasure, and go crazy and promiscuous. And I'll only have one man in my life, Saint Wing Sunwind, and if you dare to compare that little from Wynmamet to me, believe it or not, I'll kill you directly. ”

Damn, I didn't believe in the openness of Western women when I was alive, but now I completely believe it when I come to Azeroth, here is a group of unbridled people who are sexually unscrupulous, both men and women.

"Damn, it's almost at the city gate, you both shut up for me, and when others hear it, I didn't say I didn't warn you."

"Oh, yes, the Ember Bringer is still a very traditional old man, and if he knows that I had an affair with Wynmaet, then I don't have to let Wynmait's little marry me, oh my God, this is horrible, I don't want to marry Wynmaite at all."

"Hey, you better think about it for Renault, if the Ash Messenger knows that his son and adopted daughter are together, it will be the most terrifying thing in the world."

After listening to Bridget's words, I chuckled in my heart, Renault and Wynnemett came together again, so will Mograine's tragedy still be staged? Will the Ember Messenger be killed by his dearest eldest son? I don't know, and I don't want to know.

To be honest, Mograini took good care of me during these days in Hearthvale, and it was because of him that I wasn't torn apart by the crazy crowd the first time I entered Hearthvale.

For Mograini, I have long since lost my hatred, but I am a little grateful, because it is because of him, the Silver Hand and the Forsaken did not go to war in full swing, and it is because of him that the relationship between the Silver Hand and the Forsaken is developing for the better, not to mention Mograini's care for me.

Hatred turned to gratitude, and I couldn't bear Mograine to be killed by my own son, but if Mograini didn't die, how could I fulfill my ambition to add a weapon to the forsaken?

For this reason, I have not slept peacefully in the past few days, and I have been in extreme contradiction.

Remind me, people don't necessarily listen to me, and it may cause a gap in me, if you don't remind it, a big life will be buried in vain, but this can also add a big killer to the forgotten.

Thinking about it, I think it's better not to be reminded, although my conscience is a little unwilling, but for the sake of the forgotten, I would rather be selfish once.

At this moment, I really felt integrated into the big family of the forgotten, although it was not what the forgotten did for me but I contributed to the forgotten, but sometimes giving is more contagious than receiving, it is amazing, but this is the truth.

After figuring it out, I looked up and saw that I was already standing in the middle of the line to greet the envoys of Stormwind.

At the head of the procession was Falbanks, the lieutenant of Alessandros Mograine, the Ashbringer, and behind Farbanks stood Renaud Mograini and Sally Wynmet, followed by a group of fifth- or sixth-order holy priests.

Bridget and Tyran Fording and I stood at the end, because the three of us weren't really receptionists, but just "ordinary people" watching the fun.

"Oh my God, the representative of the envoys is Catlana Presto, the Countess of Stormwind." (To be continued.) )