If it weren't for the fire scorpion's timely drinking, the exclamation almost made her embarrassment and a pair of bouncing rabbits come to light, no, just one, the other was already covered by a big slap that was constantly changing shape, she wanted to tear it away, but the most fearful thing in her heart drove her only right hand that could move to the other side, and she could only endure the humiliation and indulge the big slap to change on it at will.

Bandages are almost standard for mercenaries, and everyone will have one or two rolls on them, and although no one knows what they are going to do, it is just a trivial matter of getting a bandage, and they simply began to rummage through them.

Behind their invisible, Al acted recklessly, without any pity, and rubbed it twice with all his might, and suddenly remembered the promise he made when he knelt on the ground and begged, so he whispered, "Don't you like to scold me for being 'a good dog who doesn't get in the way' and 'a stupid dog who looks up at the sky'?

There are too many aspects that the female leader needs to take into account, and her mind is disturbed, where can she have time to think about what this means?

"What does it feel like to let a dog who has been trampled on the ground by himself feel like he is going to have to keep his feet high to cater to it?

"I didn't greet you—huh!"

The big hand vividly pinched the negation of the gnashing teeth into a muffled grunt that meant affirmation, and the hum once again played a certain psychological suggestion effect, and the fire scorpion's face became redder and redder.

When they both had a roll of bandages in their hands, Al's answer was revealed.

"One by one, pin each other's hands to the back, tie them up with bandages, and tie their fingers well, and whoever doesn't tie them properly will expose one of them, and I'll cut off their fingers later! I'll tie up the last person left, move quickly, don't force me to change my mind!" he said and changed to an extremely innocent tone, "No way, this is also to not kill you, oh yes, my eyes must be blindfolded." ”

The mercenaries hesitated again, and Al frowned, directly loosened the hemisphere that might have been pinched and swollen, and quickly slid down, over the snowfield, and through his shirts, he probed the vital point that the protective gear could not take care of.

Despite her high feet, the scorpion closed her legs all at once, and she almost fell because of this, but she couldn't fall, otherwise her neck would hit the blade, and she had to use her only hand to hold the waist of the person behind her, and her mind was in chaos.

His fingers began to rub, and Al said impatiently, "I'll stop when they do it, you can do it!"

Most of the mixed armor worn by mercenaries is made of iron armor, and if the lining is too thin, not to mention the clothes will be punctured, and the armor will also wear down the body, so they generally do not choose the black tight thin lining of the gold diggers. But there are no exceptions, for example, when you have less iron armor or simply a leather armor like a hunting party, the tight-fitting lining is obviously more crisp and neat than other options.

It was this black lining that Al touched, a bit like when he touched Selapel in the night of the woodland, with a layer of lining, and perhaps another, soft on the tips of his fingers, but rough in return.

"Hurry, hurry," he dared! How dare he!! No, no! The scorpion's body had shaken into chaff, both in disbelief and in utter shame, and the tone of his voice became more and more strange, like horror and pain, "Hurry up and do as he says!"

The order came into effect, perhaps thanks to this tone.

The pain prompted her to add, "No turning back! Hurry up!" At the same time, she heard the man on the side of her neck whisper again, "That's what you asked." ”

What is the request? The fire scorpion's brain was stunned, and the rubbing suddenly became faster, and the subtle friction sound was almost inaudible, but it stirred her nerves, making her not know whether she should cover the snow peak swaying in front of her, or hold the strange hand that was moving fast, or cover the mouth that might moan at any time?

No, if the hand holding the other person's waist is released, she will fall and she will not be able to do anything.

Confined to the dagger that held tightly to her throat, she had to try her best to keep her trembling below her neck.

No, those mercenaries were too grinding, she was about to lose her legs, and if this continued, things would get even more troublesome!

Then everyone's speed increased, whether it was binding or rubbing, the speed was so fast that the little pain left quickly turned into numbness, the fire scorpion unconsciously wanted to squat, but the neck was resisted, and the buttocks could only shrink back, she thought that she would rub against something hard, but strangely nothing......

Don't the other party feel it?

As soon as this question arose, the numbness began to change again, and she suddenly realized that her chest was rising and falling violently, and a pair of rabbits seemed to be about to run away, and her breathing was so rapid and heavy!

The mercenaries didn't dare to move too slowly, and when the seventh man was about to be tied up as required, Al whispered, "Do you want to scream in front of your men?"

The fire scorpion cast a terrified look, biting his lower lip, his face half blue and half fiery red, Al said, "Open your mouth and taste yourself!"

This woman was very contradictory, Al didn't bother to guess whether the other party was because of pleasure or humiliation, and directly increased his strength, "Aren't you so ruthless?

"No, no, I-mmmmmm......mmmm

"On a whim, if you weren't in the mood today, Lao Tzu would let you sue the court!" Al fiddled a few times, and finally Ken let go of the fire scorpion that seemed to be about to be unable to hold back, and the leader of the mercenary who was lying on her stomach knelt down directly, and was pushed hard, and her upper body lay on the ground, but her lower body was still arched and kneeling.

"Even the posture is ready, isn't it!" Al stepped on it, flattened it, and groped for a roll of bandages from the other's body, quickly pinning her hands behind her back and tying them up, even with her tail fingers.

During this period, this woman still stared at the only subordinate who was not blindfolded, and naturally saw the other party's actions, and her flushed face was instantly covered with a murderous aura, wanting to attack Al in order to create opportunities for her subordinates, but as soon as she arched her waist, she was once again trampled on the ground by a foot, and screamed in pain.

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