At night, the royal city of Bosiliga is still brightly lit, and the torches swear the king's sovereignty over this land to the night, compared with the other urban tribes of Bosiliga, only the royal city can be regarded as a magnificent metropolis, here is the center of Bosriga's power, the center of wealth, all the nobles, all tried their best, squeezed their heads, and also came here, it seems that only the royal city can reflect their more noble places with other nobles.

What's more, it was the time when Dilupo Postriga was in power.

There is a hot breath in the air at night, although it is late at night, but in the middle of summer, the temperature at night is also quite high, many soldiers who guard at night, even take off their clothes and armor outside, ** upper body, and at the same time have to chase those mosquitoes that smell the smell of blood in the sweat, in the summer, only these little things dare to challenge Dilubo, challenge the authority of the king of Bosiliga.

A carriage drove slowly along the stone-paved road, and after the curfew began, only a few people were qualified to run through the streets, but the guards who saw the carriage all immediately stood firm and made knightly courtesy.

The owner of this carriage is the current king of Bosliga, Dilubo, who came out of the palace late at night, he didn't want to cool off, although his body was extremely hot, but it was not a simple sea breeze that could make him turn off the fire, and he didn't want to come out to check the post, in his royal city, there would be no long-eyed assassins sneaking in, he was the master here.

The carriage soon thought of a row of tall and ornate buildings, where the great nobles who had been rewarded by the king of Bosliga lived, and the closer it was to the palace, the more it reflected the transcendent status of these nobles, and the carriage drove all the way forward, and Di Lubo pressed the boiling fire in his heart, and urged the coachman: "Hurry!

The coachman hurriedly raised his whip and whistled it on the horse in front of him with a crisp sound.

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"Lord, here we are, this is Lord Cromwell's mansion. The coachman jumped directly to the side of the carriage, fell to his knees on the stone road, and soon, the door of the carriage was pushed open, and Di Lubo jumped from the carriage in a hurry, and did not even step on the back of the coachman, so he jumped straight down, and the soldiers who were guarding in front of Cromwell's mansion immediately fell to their knees the moment they saw Di Lupo appear, which was the absolute authority under Di Lubo's cruel decree.

Di Lubo walked very fast, and directly brought a gust of wind, quickly passed between the two guards, and went straight to the gate of the mansion, and with a gentle push of his hand, the gate seemed to be locked from the inside, and did not move.

A smile appeared on the corner of Di Lubo's mouth, and then he took a key directly from the golden belt around his waist, inserted it in the lock hole, and gently rotated it to the right, the door clicked crisply, Di Lubo pushed the door open, and disappeared into the darkness.

The two guards looked at each other, they could guess something about what was going to happen in the room, but to put it bluntly, they were just guarding the door, and the owner of this room, Cromwell, who had the supreme honorary title of "King of Swords", was long gone.

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Di Lubo slowly walked into the room, this house had been given to Cromwell this lucky boy in the first place, but now the thought of Cromwell this man made Di Lubo angry. He knew that many people called him a tyrant behind his back, but what could he do? he had the most wealth in all of Bosrica, and whoever it was had to submit before him, and if he wished, he could make all the noble women in the royal city, who usually regarded themselves high, obediently take off all their veils in front of it. Isn't it not something that a king should enjoy?

However, even women get tired of playing one day, and among the women he has played with in the royal city, there is only one woman that he will never forget, and that is the woman who was rewarded to Cromwell, Bronya.

In the royal city, as long as there is a man who has seen Bronia, there is no one who is not impressed by her beauty, she is naturally beautiful, and her noble temperament is like a holy kaolin flower, how many people want to kiss Fangze, but they are all rejected by Bronia.

"Holy Maiden. ”

This is what many people have to say about Bronya.

But so what?

During the day, she is an unattainable beauty in the eyes of all, but at night, Bronya is his plaything for Dilubo.

Bronya was sold to the royal city of Boslica by a group of slave traders, and the first guy to take over sent this woman directly to herself, a void noble title, how can she be compared to such a woman?

Although Bronya is still a virgin, her body is quite sensitive by these slave traders, as long as she does a little teasing and guidance, she can't wait to crave the opposite sex, Di Lubo has never had such an exciting experience, pressing a holy beauty under her body and ravaging madly, what a wonderful enjoyment? Other aristocratic women will only put on endless coquettish postures in front of themselves, but this Bronya is an exception.

For the sake of his faithful **, Cromwell would arrange for the witch doctor to perform contraceptive magic after each enjoyment.

At that time, he shouldn't have taken this woman to the big dueling arena, just to satisfy his inflated vanity, but it turned out that Cromwell, the kid, fell in love with Bronya, and what was even more infuriating was that this pair of men and women still admired each other.

"Become the King of Swords, and you are Bronya's companion. ”

Di Lubo remembered looking triumphantly at Cromwell, a swordsman who had made a name for himself in the royal city, who knelt down on the ground for a woman he had played with dozens of times.

Become the king of swords?

Dilubo thought disdainfully.

If the king of swords was so easy to become, there would not be so many people who longed for this name in the past hundred years, and Cromwell was not the only one who longed for this name, even if he was lucky enough to come to the last level, he had already made full arrangements.

A nobleman in the royal city, an unlucky guy with a little blood connection with himself, became Cromwell's nominal "rival in love".

"If you don't want to do it, I'll take your head off. ”

Under their own orders, no one dared to disobey.

Truth be told, there was even a hint of pleasure in Dylubo's heart to watch Cromwell fight in the Grand Duel, and Cromwell fought harder and harder during the day, and at night, when he was enjoying the woman, he felt more and more happy.

Finally, this Cromwell came to the last battle, and his exquisite planning finally came to the last moment, and Di Lubo couldn't wait to watch Cromwell fall in a pool of blood, but this hateful swordsman could get such terrifying power, and he really married Bronya in front of him.

Di Lubo thought about repenting, but on this day there were too many people in the Grand Duel Arena, and almost all the nobles came to the scene and came to the royal city, if he went back on his word, his prestige as a king would fall sharply, not to mention, now Cromwell's prestige has reached the extreme, and he has taken off the title of King of Swords.

"Take it, take it, this is just a woman I'm tired of. That's all he could do to comfort himself.

However, in order to take revenge, Di Lubo also prepared one more thing.

The sword that sealed the demonic spirit's fighting spirit.

No one knows except himself, all the craftsmen involved in the forging have been thrown into the blazing furnace by themselves, the dead cannot speak, and the curse of the demon spirit sealed in this sword will erode this swordsman little by little, and when he can't control his curse, let the guards of the royal city kill him.

As for the curse of the demon spirit, Di Lubo had already thought of a pretext, the history and legend were written by the victors, and the pendant used by Cromwell in the sword battle was sealed with the curse of the demon spirit.

No one will doubt this statement, and the king of swords, once he becomes a demon spirit, the honor brought by the king of swords will be gone, no one will sing the praises of a warrior who has become a demon spirit, only himself, the king of Bosriga, can be forever recorded in the legend of Bosriga.

At one point, Di Lupo thought that he would not come to this mansion until the Cromwell affair broke out.

But he'd been patient for too long, and he was eager for a new thrill from Bronya, and Cromwell was nowhere to be found, and he happened to be here.

He was quite familiar with the road inside the mansion, the residence of the female dependents was on the second floor, Di Lubo did not bring a torch, and directly with the help of the moonlight outside the window, he slowly touched the second floor.

In the deepest room, there was the sound of even breathing, and Di Lubo licked his dry lips and shouted softly, "Bronya, it's me." ”

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"Smack!"

Di Lu Bo slapped the woman under him fiercely, and as soon as he entered the room, he was resisted by Blonia, although the resistance of such a woman who had not cultivated fighting spirit was nothing, but Di Lu Bo's heart inexplicably rose with anger.

"Stinky bitch, do you know who I am, huh, I've been played with for two days, don't you know who I am?" Dilubo's teeth creaked.

"Please, don't do this, don't do this. ”

The woman's voice was very weak, tears rolled down her eyes, and seeing this, Di Lubo's anger was even worse, and he directly raised his fist and turned it back to Bronya's face.

"Damn! Damn!"

Dilubo roared under his breath as he beat Bronya, the dull sound of his fists landing on his muscles made Dilubo feel extremely happy.

After venting for a while, Bronya finally stopped struggling, tears and blood at the corners of her mouth mixed together, Di Lu Bo will not forget the purpose of his coming today, the violence just now made his ** more and more intense, Di Lu Bo began to tear the woman's clothes.

"Please, stop!" came a dreamy moan from the woman's mouth.

"Damn, you stinky bitch, why do you want to resist? You know how good it would be to open your legs like a sow?" Di Lubo scolded as he tore Bronya's clothes fiercely, he knew very well that this woman's physique, although she was resisting at this time, had already begun to react to the opposite sex.

What Di Lubo didn't notice was that Bronya, who had no resistance to this kind of thing before, had a desperate expression on her face at this time. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~