The female leader is not tall, and her legs are objectively not very long, but she is better than the overall proportions, rounded and straight, and the poison hook will probably pounce between them every night, just like Al, lifting them up and pushing them on the shoulders near the snow peak, this hint of heavy action makes the fire scorpion subconsciously want to resist hard, and then the price of disobeying the order is that her soft abdomen attracts an old punch.

Although this punch didn't use courage to bless, it also sent the fire scorpion out with a muffled snort.

"This is a punishment for your movement, and I will forgive you for the muffled snort caused by this," the warning was not loud, and it could not spread too far, but it could be heard by all these people, "but if you dare to move again, the next time it will not be so simple!"

The threat was effective, allowing him to move undisturbed, the scorpion's knees were bandaged around his neck, and his calves were tied to his thighs. Assuming that the group were tied together like this, unable to see with their eyes and unable to make sounds from their mouths, Al couldn't think of any way they could move too far if no one came in a short period of time.

There is no such thing as perfection in the world, and neither is planning.

No, except for that woman.

The sentinel may pass by here, but it won't help unless it's a female sentinel who has seen everything well and has a clear purpose.

Because it's not just these superficial things that limit them.

He turned the "hypothesis" into reality as fast as he could, then returned to the scorpion, pulled out the storm, and reached for the black tights.

When he was full, he immediately trembled as if he was about to go down a landslide.

It would be ridiculous if the scorpion hadn't been able to guess what was going to happen next for the underpants at this point, but she couldn't imagine what they were going to be up to.

"Don't!" she dared to beg for mercy, her voice trembled, the white bandage covering her eyes was already wet, the other party was a madman, all her self-righteousness, confidence and strength completely collapsed with uncontrollable tears, "Please, don't ......"

Al realizes that he is probably a person who is helpless against women's tears, even though the other party tries to kill him twice, and his heart relieves.

But the devil didn't, the little coat stuck in the belly was ripped off and crumpled into a ball and stuffed into the mouth that was begging for mercy, and the devil quickly patched up a bandage for it, and if the bandage was not untied, the scorpion could not vomit even if she wanted to, her face was full of horror and pleading, and there was already the sound of water in her nasal voice.

Dealing with the will-shaking sound, the devil slammed into the target area, pinching the softness and his shirt until it slipped out of his hand, leaving only a layer of black cloth, and then the storm reached out, hissing, and the curtain was torn apart.

With the little coat above as a foreshadowing, the scene in front of me was actually not too unexpected—only the snow white on both sides was exposed under the dark curtain, and the misty forest was covered.

"The next gag is here. As the devil whispered, Storm didn't hesitate to pick off the last obstacle that had been pulled up.

At this point, the barren forest was finally completely bare under the hazy moonlight.

The branches were still stained with transparent silk threads and dewdrops, and they were constantly emitting a seductive scent, he knew that this was a masterpiece that he had created in a fit of rage, and that the work had not yet been completed, but someone would finish it, and he quickly walked to the next person, his lips opening and closing, as if to comfort the fire scorpion, and as if to comfort himself.

"You tried to kill me twice, and that is not too much for you, and, if you dare to raise that thought, you must have the courage to tame it. ”

Everything is difficult at the beginning, except for the two who resisted badly at the beginning and took a few punches and became honest, the reaction of the others was similar to that of the fire scorpion, nothing more than the difference in the trembling amplitude, the size of the nasal voice, and the number of tears.

There were only three or two corsets all the way down, and only the fire scorpion had trousers, so he had to spend a lot of time rubbing a few balls of linen bandages as gags, and until this time, their bodies still did not dare to move except for the trembling of crying.

But they should soon be writhing because they can't control themselves, if Hoover hadn't lied to him.

"I said I just wanted to do an experiment on a whim, right," he took out the two bottles of divine oil and walked towards the fire scorpion, muttering quietly, the voice was so small that it seemed to be only for himself, but it was quiet here, everyone could hear it, "I won't kill you, you just cooperate with me to do an experiment, no matter what happens, you are not allowed to move, since it is a test, I will always be watching from the side, if anyone dares to move, I will make her life worse than death!"

They all had their mouths blocked, and it was naturally impossible to respond, and because of this, there was only one part left for the medicine, he opened the bottle cap and walked towards the fire scorpion, this kind of picture lined up under the moon is very lethal, even the initiator is a little unbearable, if its power is upgraded again, I believe that those who chase after it will definitely not be affected at all.

This refreshing fetish was a transparent semi-solid grease, and if it had to be poured back and forth every time it was used, it would be too slow, and he simply poured the whole bottle into the palm of his hand, and the moment the palm touched it, it was cold and silky, making people want to rub it on something.

It is said that as long as a little bit can produce a good effect, but in fact, he does not know how much the exact amount is, but anyway, there are only two bottles, and at most it can only be divided equally according to the amount of a quarter of a bottle per person.

He took about a quarter from the palm of his hand, and pressed his hand towards the dense forest, and a shiver instantly came from his fingertips, accompanied by the high-pitched nasal voice of the fire scorpion.

The fetish was more slippery than he could have imagined, making it easy for him to poke into the resistant interior, and after a few deep and shallow stirrings, he moved on to his next target.

This kind of behavior is actually not much more difficult than [feeding the rows of 8 big fish all the way], as long as you resist the tumbling tide, but the difficulty is here, the third person has not dealt with it yet, the fire scorpion over there is a little abnormal, there is no fear and sadness in the nasal voice, and it is all temptation to be higher than a red fruit!

The blood gathered, the feeder was a little frightened, and hurriedly sped up, this kind of thing is so powerful, if you smell too much, the initiator planted it in his own hands, it will be very funny!

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