readx;? The three-headed icons in the Lord's Mansion are not from one race, two of them are from the vast polar ice fields, which are called subspecies in the Wanren Empire. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info and their domesticated next generation and next generation, will carry a more contemptuous title.

Kara, on the other hand, came from the peaks of the Holy Mountain, where the vast moats were immense. Hunting means dancing on the tip of a knife. It is precisely because of the infinite worship of the sacred mountain that they are also stained with the divine aura, so they must carry the word 'holy' in front of this population.

The kingdom is so keen on blood that it has to distinguish between high and low in everything.

Carla's bloodline is undoubtedly the purest. This means that they are even more wild and uninhibited, and if they are already adults when they are captured, they will never be domesticated.

Because of this, the mother elephant that was captured with it did not even complete the task of nurturing, but died of anger. It was only three months old. Losing a mother is a great fear for any living being, but who cares about the feelings of their prey in the human world.

So that hunt was a disaster for young Kara. And for those romando hunters, it's a festival. It's really strange that they worship white elephants infinitely, don't hesitate to mythologize them, but can't stop the frenzy that harnesses them.

Then the experience was lackluster, and these ten thousand holy relics were tossed and turned in the hands of Qudero, and after many reselling, they finally came here.

Now, Carla still thinks about the taste of breast milk a lot, but she really misses it.

When Lord Juwanga saw it, it had just kicked over a bucket of milk and was being punished for it. Fortunately, its temper is still very childish, just as ridiculous as its age. And the two animal trainers from the Holy City were proficient in this, and they did not hesitate to teach it in turn, so that it knew the fatigue and pain, and learned to obey.

When Lord Juwanga bought it and appeared to be overly spoiled, the two veteran animal tamers were disappointed. In their eyes, Kara must be able to enlist in the army, and her future will be a proud war elephant. If the owner has military merits in the future, even if he dies of old age, it will be engraved on the stele pedestal of the Holy Elephant Cemetery.

But the benevolent lady didn't care at all, she just wanted to ride it through every inch of territory and dress it up cleanly and beautifully. To that end, the young Carla already had a set of jewels encrusted with jewelry.

In Wanren, almost everyone knows that this kind of living power is infinite. As long as they survive for three years, they will be like mountains, and once they run, they will be unstoppable. But few people know what kind of heart is needed for a mountain-like volume. Their divine power is indeed a godsend, and that is not just a legend.

And the strength of a male elephant is not only the crushing of the fangs of a giant spear and heavy steps. What the Holy Mountain really endowed these beings with was something purer than spiritual power. This is very similar to the spiritual power emitted by the best spirit stones or cultivators, but it is much older and more magical.

And the most precious thing is that as long as the icons are alive, this power will be generated in their bodies. They do not come from the outside world, but are constantly awakened in the hearts of the icons, and flow in the blood of these beings.

Under the appearance of the divine steeds, the heavens also bestowed on them the wisdom of spirit beasts beyond this realm. Once they speak, the intelligence of a child between the ages of nine and ten is enough to shock any human being. None of this has ever happened, but it is easy for them to communicate with humans if they want to. The premise is that humans want to listen too.

Just like now, between Carla and Rosalie, there are no words, but there is no barrier.

Although it was difficult for Rosalie to distinguish her expression, the eyes, which were too small for her size, were forever hidden under the long eyebrows. Only when the wind blows, that look will glance at it. But she just knew if it was elated or depressed.

Well, that's a lot of work. Kara will be happy and even think, it will wag its tail like a puppy, only then will break a lot of things. It would also shake its nose and wrap it around Rosalie's neck. At this time, those whisker-like stubble rubbed against her, making her laugh like a silver bell.

If Kara hears the name Blackie, she will also be upset and will even play tricks on her. First it makes a pop-like sound in your nostrils, and then it arches you with your ass. These movements are very slow, like a fat man making a fuss. But Rosalie knew that once the action became swift, it was definitely the result of the collapse of the house.

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And the thing that makes Rosalie happiest is that Carla actually knows how to massage. If she felt tired and sat in a haystack, Proboscis groped the back of her shoulder, and the two openings would pinch her flesh and stretch down all over her body.

After the revenge of the cool Sun Shu by Yang technique Yang Du now, Carla still often thinks of the taste of breast milk, but she really misses it very much.

Kara can also make a cracking sound on the girl's skin if she wants to. It's very much like the ancient Chinese medicine of Kyushu, like countless jars being pulled up... If you ask her to tell us how she feels, she will say, "It was so comfortable!"

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These movements, for Kara's huge size, are already very delicate. Rosalie was still a little in awe at first, but then she went to squeak Kara and instantly messed with it. Her little lotus root arms will also make Kara's holy elephant roll on all fours.

Of course, this kind of scene will only play out in the middle of the night, otherwise it will be too shocking. Although the night was quiet, the pigs became the best cover, and the snoring was no longer so annoying.

Such a time brought her comfort, and it also passed quickly, ten days in a flash.

Now the servants in the lord's house had become accustomed to her getting up early, and to the excessively clean pigsty. The godmothers who are trying to find fault also have very little to say.

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It's good, it's just so good, Rosalie really doesn't want to talk to them. She wouldn't eat with them, because they insisted that she smelled weird.

Rosalie, of course, knew that no matter how much she washed it, the pigsty would not become heaven. She smelled more and more, the smell of feed and feces, and of course the smell of Xiao Hei's body, but it lacked the smell of a human being. But, she doesn't care anymore.

Because, she doesn't care if anyone likes or dislikes, and she doesn't have to please or talk to her. Of course, no one needs her kind of words, not even bothered.

These thoughts had once given her insomnia, but now she rarely remembered them. Because, there is a big fat fluffy man who doesn't dislike himself, and even is very disgusted by the spicy taste of soaphorn.

Yes, Carla is fed up with the smell of washing. For the pleasure of the lord's ride, it was to be strictly cleaned three times a day.