Standing in the doorway was a young and handsome knight, dressed in a beautiful suit of armor, which could be stained with a little dust, and his hair was also wet with sweat, but his eyes were extremely hot and clear, staring straight at the old woman.

The old woman's expression suddenly became agitated, and soon became angry, resentful, and then deeply indifferent, and finally said coldly: "There is no water, you better borrow it from another house." ”

After speaking, the old woman did not wait for the knight's reaction, and slammed the wooden door shut with a "snap".

She turned to herself and muttered, "If I hadn't lost that preference fifty years ago, you would have been stewing in a pot by now."

"Tuk tuk tuk", there was another knock on the door.

The old woman frowned slightly: "Are you in a hurry to fill my stomach?"

The old woman opened the wooden door and scolded in a fierce tone: "I have long said that there is no water, go somewhere else! Hmmm.."

The old woman was stunned again, for she was no longer the knight she had before, but a ragged beggar from Iggy, covered in filth, shriveled and thin, with one foot high and swollen, and pus and blood flowing out, as if she had been wounded in some way.

The beggar looked at the old woman with a wistful gaze, and said pitifully, "Please, can you give me a little bread and milk?" or black beans for the pigs. It's all right, I haven't eaten anything in days.."

The old woman's face unexpectedly calmed down, and the beggar begged bitterly, but she was not moved at all, but the curvature of the corners of her mouth became wider and wider, and the whole old face became more and more strange and ugly.

At last the old woman giggled, and the laughter was dull and unpleasant, like the wailing of a raven.

She lunged at the beggar, wrapped her fat arms around the beggar's neck, opened her mouth, shriveled like orange peel, and left only a few black teeth, and imprinted it on the beggar's lips, and kissed fiercely.

The beggar seemed to be frightened stupidly, his body stiffened and did not dare to move, and after a while, the old woman's enthusiasm intensified, and only then did a strange smile slowly appear on his face, and he hugged the old woman and lingered.

This makes ordinary people see an extremely disgusting scene, and the two will be moral, ethical. People who have long since discarded everything seem extremely normal.

When the kiss between the beggar and the old woman was at its most intense, a bright light came out of the two of them at the same time, and the bloated and ugly figure turned into its original beautiful appearance in a ray of light.

The lips and tongue parted, and what appeared in front of Carlo's eyes was a familiar and somewhat unfamiliar face.

Her long black hair, originally brilliant gold, was a sign of the fall into darkness, her beautiful face was as beautiful as ever, and the years seemed to have only remembered to add color to her face, but she had forgotten to leave traces, and her body was more plump and beautiful than before, and her firm and full buttocks made Carlo linger a little.

Now Cinderella is like a full-bodied, ripe fruit, with a fruity aroma that is incomparably tempting.

"You've finally remembered us, master."

Cinderella bit Carlo's lip lightly, her soft body rubbing against Carlo's body, T-teasing some of his sensitive nerves.

"I've always remembered it, and I've put it here." Like a greedy beast, Carlo sniffed Cinderella's neck little by little, pointed to his heart, and smiled hideously, "You know, the heart is important to demons. ”

"What important thing you need to think of for a hundred and twenty-three years."

Cinderella looked at Carlo with a wistful look, a faint cry coming out of her nose, and her eyes were dark purple, but much darker than Isabella's.

"If you knew that the first person I came to find this time was you, and I played a little game with you for so long, would you be in a slightly better mood?"

Carlo laughed softly, and when Cinderella heard this, her eyes suddenly shone brightly, and she put her arms around Carlo's waist and dragged him into the room.

"When I'm full, my mood will be a little better... Giggle.."

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Standing in the doorway was a young and handsome knight, dressed in a beautiful suit of armor, which could be stained with a little dust, and his hair was also wet with sweat, but his eyes were extremely hot and clear, staring straight at the old woman.

The old woman's expression suddenly became agitated, and soon became angry, resentful, and then deeply indifferent, and finally said coldly: "There is no water, you better borrow it from another house." ”

After speaking, the old woman did not wait for the knight's reaction, and slammed the wooden door shut with a "snap".

She turned to herself and muttered, "If I hadn't lost that preference fifty years ago, you would have been stewing in a pot by now."

"Tuk tuk tuk", there was another knock on the door.

The old woman frowned slightly: "Are you in a hurry to fill my stomach?"

The old woman opened the wooden door and scolded in a fierce tone: "I have long said that there is no water, go somewhere else! Hmmm.."

The old woman was stunned again, for she was no longer the knight she had before, but a ragged beggar from Iggy, covered in filth, shriveled and thin, with one foot high and swollen, and pus and blood flowing out, as if she had been wounded in some way.

The beggar looked at the old woman with a wistful gaze, and said pitifully, "Please, can you give me a little bread and milk?" or black beans for the pigs. It's all right, I haven't eaten anything in days.."

The old woman's face unexpectedly calmed down, and the beggar begged bitterly, but she was not moved at all, but the curvature of the corners of her mouth became wider and wider, and the whole old face became more and more strange and ugly.

At last the old woman giggled, and the laughter was dull and unpleasant, like the wailing of a raven.

She lunged at the beggar, wrapped her fat arms around the beggar's neck, opened her mouth, shriveled like orange peel, and left only a few black teeth, and imprinted it on the beggar's lips, and kissed fiercely.

The beggar seemed to be frightened stupidly, his body stiffened and did not dare to move, and after a while, the old woman's enthusiasm intensified, and only then did a strange smile slowly appear on his face, and he hugged the old woman and lingered.

This makes ordinary people see an extremely disgusting scene, and the two will be moral, ethical. People who have long since discarded everything seem extremely normal.

When the kiss between the beggar and the old woman was at its most intense, a bright light came out of the two of them at the same time, and the bloated and ugly figure turned into its original beautiful appearance in a ray of light.

The lips and tongue parted, and what appeared in front of Carlo's eyes was a familiar and somewhat unfamiliar face.

Her long black hair, originally brilliant gold, was a sign of the fall into darkness, her beautiful face was as beautiful as ever, and the years seemed to have only remembered to add color to her face, but she had forgotten to leave traces, and her body was more plump and beautiful than before, and her firm and full buttocks made Carlo linger a little.

Now Cinderella is like a full-bodied, ripe fruit, with a fruity aroma that is incomparably tempting.

"You've finally remembered us, master."

Cinderella bit Carlo's lip lightly, her soft body rubbing against Carlo's body, T-teasing some of his sensitive nerves.

"I've always remembered it, and I've put it here." Like a greedy beast, Carlo sniffed Cinderella's neck little by little, pointed to his heart, and smiled hideously, "You know, the heart is important to demons. ”

"What important thing you need to think of for a hundred and twenty-three years."

Cinderella looked at Carlo with a wistful look, a faint cry coming out of her nose, and her eyes were dark purple, but much darker than Isabella's.

"If you knew that the first person I came to find this time was you, and I played a little game with you for so long, would you be in a slightly better mood?"

Carlo laughed softly, and when Cinderella heard this, her eyes suddenly shone brightly, and she put her arms around Carlo's waist and dragged him into the room.

"When I'm full, my mood will be a little better... Giggle.."

Cinderella looked at Carlo with a wistful look, a faint cry coming out of her nose, and her eyes were dark purple, but much darker than Isabella's.

"If you knew that the first person I came to find this time was you, and I played a little game with you for so long, would you be in a slightly better mood?"

Carlo laughed softly, and when Cinderella heard this, her eyes suddenly shone brightly, and she put her arms around Carlo's waist and dragged him into the room.

"When I'm full, my mood will be a little better... Giggle.."