The people in the room watched this scene with trepidation, watching Su Hao's fingers slowly insert into the eyes of the black-haired strong man. With a heart-rending scream from the strong man's mouth, fine blood spots immediately splattered from the edges of his fingers, and two slippery eyeballs were squeezed on the spot, and a large amount of sticky and slippery liquid gushed out of the lens, and the ruptured balls were forced out of the eye sockets and hung between the corners of the eyes and the bridge of the nose. The unbearable pain made the black-haired man almost go insane, and he raised his head desperately and threw it in the air, despite the fact that his hands had been broken, and he opened his mouth and roared like a trapped and dying crocodile, but he could not change his current situation.

Su Hao's voice was unusually calm, but it was full of chilling coldness: "I just came, I need a bowl for eating." ”

This sentence sounds a little inexplicable. Especially in this kind of bloody and violent time, no one can understand what Su Hao's words mean. Everyone got up from their respective beds, pushed far away to what they thought should be a safe distance, and silently watched Su Hao's rage. No one continues to have the thoughts of insulting a newcomer a few minutes ago. They suddenly realize that their ideas are really stupid. But fortunately, there was a black-haired strong man who took the initiative to jump out, and he avoided the same tragic fate as him.

According to the standard of strength division on the earth, the physique of a strong man has reached the peak of the fourth order, and it is not even weaker than some fifth-order strengthened people. But even so, he was still just an ant in front of Su Hao. Su Hao deducted the opponent's eyeballs in an extremely cruel way, and with both hands again, he tore the strong man's head up and down and divided it into two halves.

Red blood, white brain, two contrasting substances strongly stimulate the eyes of onlookers. The two strong men standing in front of them who wanted to make a move began to shrink back, and they secretly congratulated themselves that they had not rushed forward stupidly. To be able to tear an entire human head apart with both hands is a terrifying force that is unimaginable. originally thought that it should be a natural thing for a black-haired strong man to insult Su Hao, but now he suddenly found out that it was simply a ridiculous suicide. The guy was lying on the ground now, like a dead pig that had just been slaughtered, like a toy ravaged by a strong man, like a pile of garbage that emitted blood and stench.

The eyes of the onlookers gradually fell on Su Hao's hands, and people began to understand a little what Su Hao's previous sentence about "bowls for eating" meant.

The skull of the black-haired strong man was held in Su Hao's hand, dripping blood constantly. Su Hao was expressionless and forcefully tore off the hair and skin on the surface of the skull, used his little thumbnail to pick up the blood film in the inner layer of the bone, opened it, and ripped off a large piece, revealing a smooth and hard bony layer.

The skull, in turn, is a nice standard concave shape. If it were to be used as a practical utensil, it would be a bowl, a bowl made of human skulls.

Su Hao quietly looked at the people around him, and his cold gaze swept over everyone's face. It was like two sharp knives, and no one dared to look at them directly. Gladiators, who thought they were fierce, felt only chills all over their bodies, and subconsciously lowered their heads, or twisted their bodies, hoping to get help from their companions. However, they saw in each other's eyes a stronger cringe and fear than their own, and a complete admiration for the new man.

Su Hao locked his eyes on a middle-aged gladiator closest to him: "You, come here." ”

The people nearby quickly moved out of the way, leaving only the lone gladiator standing there alone, as if it were an area of plague and death.

The muscles on the middle-aged gladiator's face were trembling all the time, and the whole person's thinking was completely frozen. He stepped forward mechanically, and his mouth uttered a plea that was worse than crying: "I...... I...... Don't ......"

Su Hao directly threw the skull in his hand over, and ordered in an extremely majestic and unquestionable tone: "Clean it." If it gets dirty, I'll look for a new replacement separately. ”

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The city of Sofuri is located on the central plain north of the city of Maca. It is the second largest city in the Kingdom of Jinka after the imperial capital, and it is also the direct fief of Duke Hosenmo.

The Duke was an energetic man in his seventies. He built for himself castles that were extremely ornate, not even weaker than the royal palace. Many poets have described the halls of Horsemau's Castle in ornate words: countless crystals are inlaid in the walls, shining in different shades of light and sunlight. The floor is covered with mirror-like marble, and it is extremely comfortable and cool to step on. The dome is adorned with frescoes, the work of the greatest artists of the era. Standing in the center of the hall, you can imagine that you are the emperor of the world, and you can feel the unprecedented spiritual shock.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of more than ten meters, there is a slender figure.

From the moment she appeared, Duke Hosenmo felt that his eyes could only look directly, and they were completely locked, firmly fixed on that beautiful and moving shadow. Even if my eyes are sore and dry, I can't blink my eyelids.

It was a dream-like and beautiful girl, and her steps were so agile that she seemed to dance to a silent rhythm. She exudes a youthful aura from top to bottom, and her body development has reached a coveted extreme standard. The bumpy figure makes people sigh at the preference of the Creator, and the extremely full chest and thin waist ratio are enough to make any woman jealous. The delicate face was as crystal as jade, like a smooth white porcelain, and people couldn't help but want to caress it. However, at the moment when he reached out and was about to touch it, he couldn't help but feel panicked, for fear that this action would cause irreparable desecration to him.

Duke Hosenmo only felt that his heartbeat was racing violently. Of course, he wouldn't understand that this was the result of the accelerated production of adrenaline. The Duke noticed that his body was changing with his gaze, and under the intricate pattern of the robe, which was embroidered with gold thread, there was already a bulge of astonishing scale. That kind of height and hardness obviously exceeded the physiological limit that an old man of his age should have.

The strong attraction doesn't just come from the girl's beauty. More than that, it's the almost suffocating outfit that wears on it.

A triangular piece of silk fabric, a few extremely thin ropes, the chest and lower body are just right to cover, but the thighs, arms, and even almost the entire buttocks are exposed. The most critical part is not exposed at all, but it seduces the most primitive desires of men like a devil. Such a cool dress contrasts with the scorching heat, especially in the Duke's mansion, where no one would say anything about such strange clothing. What was particularly hateful was the thin black gauze burqa on the girl's outermost body. It is almost transparent, but it blocks the leakage of the most beautiful landscapes. So much so that Duke Hosenmo could only see the faint part, but he couldn't see more closely.

On Earth, this costume has a very loud name: "erotic lingerie".

Meng Qi has always followed the duke, although he is half-hunched, he keenly captures every change in the duke's body with his eyes that are insightful. Trembling, agitated, and unable to control oneself...... Even Duke Horn Hammer himself didn't realize that his changes were almost as Meng Qi had expected. It's not that the duke is really, but when every man sees this situation for the first time, his reaction is actually similar. Even Meng Qi himself.

This is not an exaggeration. When he got the design drawings of the erotic underwear, Meng Qi already had an impulse for the belly pockets and thongs on the paper. In the following time, he found that the weavers would often be in a daze with the half-formed clothes, and even uncontrollably the cut fabric. As a last resort, Meng Qi could only change to a female weaver. However, the situation was not much better. When she saw the drawings, the woman cursed Meng Qi almost in the most vicious language, believing that he was an evil devil who played with women. It wasn't until Meng Qi offered a full five times his salary that the weaver barely kept her mouth shut, and with intense hatred and shame, she completed her work like a fly swallowed.

If you want to complete Su Hao's plan, it is far from enough to rely on a Maca City. Duke Horseman is powerful, and if he opens a gap from him, he can get twice the result with half the effort.

Suppressing his strange feelings, Meng Qi took a step forward and asked cautiously, "Honorable Duke, are you still satisfied with this goods?" ”

This sentence brought Duke Hosenmo back to reality. He suddenly realized that the delicate girl in front of him was not his personal belongings. Instead, it belongs to the damn businessman next to him, who is thin and tall, with a mustache, and a treacherous and flattering face.

Looking at the two slender legs under the girl's black gauze robe, the duke only felt that the blood flow in his body began to accelerate again, and his overly stiff lower body was faintly swollen and painful, and he urgently needed to vent.

He turned around, took his eyes off the girl with difficulty, stared at Meng Qi with his usual majesty, and nodded slowly: "Ten thousand golden shells, this price is not expensive." ”

Meng Qi's smile squeezed almost every muscle on his face to the extreme: "Thank you for your generosity. You are the most respectable nobleman I have ever met. You should be a king, or even an emperor who rules the continent. ”

Riding a horse is an essential instinct of every businessman. If you want to mix well in this circle, you must not be stingy with verbal praise. There is no cost to this thing, it just depends on whether you are thick-skinned and flexible enough, especially for the specific understanding of "shameless" and "profit", which are not necessarily related to each other.

Duke Hosenmo was a nobleman who had a good reputation in the Kingdom of Jinka. He was a just man and had a knack for managing the people in his territory. In particular, in terms of taxation, the proportion of taxation was only about 95 percent of that of other nobles. Considering the actual merchandise trade volume of the continent of Labangca, this pitiful percentage is actually nothing at all. But it is a real comparison with the rest of the nobility. Because of this, the image of Duke Hosenmo in the eyes of the people fully meets the high standards, and his prestige even surpassed that of the king at one time.

Meng Qi's flattery is actually quite ordinary. Similar words were heard every day by the Duke of Hosenmo. He had long been immune to these words, and he felt a kind of annoyance with calluses in his ears. However, at this moment, the old duke felt particularly pleasing to his ears, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

This is largely because of the fairy-like girl. And the other half of the reason is the price offered by Meng Qi to this beautiful slave girl. Duke Hosenmo knew very well that the price of 10,000 golden shells was actually very low. It is not impossible that a female slave of this kind of goods can be sold for 100,000 gold shells in the market, or even 200,000 or 300,000. Meng Qi should be because of his status as a duke and his desire to open a trade route in Sofri City, so he did not hesitate to sell and give away such a precious goods.

The old duke, who was in a happy mood, called the housekeeper, pointed to Meng Qi, who was smiling, and told him very directly: "Pay the payment of 10,000 gold shells immediately, and you must not keep or seize it for any reason." ”

Meng Qi followed the butler out of the hall. Duke Hosenmore did not notice in the slightest, and the lewd merchant almost couldn't wait to run away from him.

Only the Duke and the Maiden were left in the hall.

The old man slowly walked up to the girl, and with a controlled rhythm of breathing, lifted the black veil covering his cheeks with a trembling hand, and slowly lifted the exquisite face with his fingers.

The moment his skin touched, Duke Horseman felt a delicate slip that made him excited. The girl's height is about a head shorter than himself, and this distance makes him have a strong sense of tolerance and caresses. The girl's bright eyes gave the old man the illusion that he was facing his own granddaughter. However, there was not the slightest sense of guilt in Horseman's heart. He saw the softness and encouragement in the girl's eyes, as if an angel was rewarding his sinful mind.

Duke Hosenmore only felt that his mouth was dry, and he had the urge to swallow the delicate girl in front of him directly.

He finally held back, and asked in the kindest, gentlest and kindest voice, "You, what's your name?" ”

The girl smiled softly. Her eyes and face continued to flow with an enviable sparkle.

"My name is Haig."

"Haig?"

The old duke frowned, and a large deep wrinkle immediately appeared at the corner of his eye: "This name is very bad, like a man." ”

"The name is just a code name."

Haig had a nice smile on his face. She stood on tiptoe, with the peculiar sylvisence of a girl, and gently touched the old duke's cheek with her soft lips, and the devilish murmur suddenly penetrated the old duke's brain like a drug.

"You are my master. Whatever name you need from me, I'll call it. Whatever you need me to do, I'll do. ”

An indescribable force suddenly pierced through Duke Hosenmo's body. Yes, even though he bought this amazingly beautiful girl, even though he was the owner of the girl, but when it was time to start, the old duke still felt an indescribable psychological barrier.

The girl was younger than her granddaughter. If he was dozens of years younger, the old Duke of Hosenmo would not have any scruples at all, and directly knocked Haig over and knocked him down in the hall.

But now, a seventy-year-old man should be respected and should be looked up to. For the beautiful woman you like, you should look at it from afar with appreciation. Even if you want to play profanity, you have to wait until the night when no one is around.

Why don't you set the sun sooner?

Why is it still more than ten o'clock in the morning? It's not even time for lunch.

Haig leaned completely on the old duke. It understands very well the need for men for beautiful women. From bugs to rats and then to human form, Hagrid has free control over every muscle in his body. From a normal visual point of view, the old duke could not have noticed that the part of Haig's body close to his body was subtly deformed. This kind of friction without distance makes me feel the most intimate warmth, which is irresistible at all, and even gradually evolves from the contact site to a strong erection and toughness that spreads to the whole body.

"Like a visit to this castle?"

Duke Horseman is simply a young man who has fallen into the trap of love and love at the moment. He put his arm around Haig's tender shoulders, and quietly kneaded its **** vigorously, his tone and demeanor were full of the love of an old grandfather for his granddaughter: "It's big and beautiful here." However, there are some places where you can't trespass, and you have to be led by me to get in. Otherwise, you will encounter danger. ”

Haig's fatal face showed surprise, and she leaned on the old duke like a frightened cat, and timidly asked, "Where is it?" Can you tell me? ”

"Of course!"

The old duke smiled and put his arm around Haig and took a step towards the stairs: "There are many dangers. I'm going to take you to the most critical and important place now. ”

"Oh! What is it? ”

"Huh! My bathroom ......"

The two figures, one old and one young, gradually disappeared on the stairs.

Duke Hosenmo didn't notice that in a small room on the side of the hall behind him, a crack was slightly exposed, and inside was an old woman with an angry face and rich clothes, who was gritting her teeth and staring at the direction she had left.

The old duke had sons and daughters, and was not a widower.

The Duchess has always had a good reputation for virtue. The Duke of Hosenmo was also very fond of his wife. However, she is old after all. Both physically and in appearance, they are far inferior to young and lively girls.

The Duchess of Hosenmo were a model for all the nobles of the Golden Card Kingdom. The old duke almost never had a heart for a woman other than his wife, and occasionally had a few intimate encounters with young women, and the old duke would always take the initiative to confess to his wife, and even always be a little embarrassed. The Duchess was also quite generous in this regard, always using inconsequential little jokes to free her husband from embarrassment. Between mutual understanding, the old duke was always full of gratitude to his wife.

However, this time is very different.

The Duchess had never seen her husband possess such a strong desire for possessiveness over a woman. It made her instinctively sense the potential danger.

But what can be done?

That's just a slave. As the master, even if Duke Horseman played with all the slaves he bought, it was his own business. Both physically and in appearance, they are far inferior to young and lively girls.

The Duchess of Hosenmo were a model for all the nobles of the Golden Card Kingdom. The old duke almost never had a heart for a woman other than his wife, and occasionally had a few intimate encounters with young women, and the old duke would always take the initiative to confess to his wife, and even always be a little embarrassed. The Duchess was also quite generous in this regard, always using inconsequential little jokes to free her husband from embarrassment. Between mutual understanding, the old duke was always full of gratitude to his wife.

However, this time is very different.

The Duchess had never seen her husband possess such a strong desire for possessiveness over a woman. It made her instinctively sense the potential danger.

But what can be done?

That's just a slave. As the master, even if Duke Horseman played with all the slaves he bought, it was his own business.