When she made several such attempts, her attention unconsciously shifted to the lower half of her body, and Séla Pel suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in this position, and the saddle slammed and rubbed with the running of the warhorse, and her legs could not help but tense gradually.

Damn, how could this be!!

"What's wrong with you?" a disgusting voice came to my ear, "I sense you seem to be too tight. ”

She was startled, he noticed something strange about herself! Serapel's beautiful eyes widened, and she was ashamed, but the more she thought about it, the clearer the feeling became, and she even felt that it was her own consciousness that was bearing the impact and friction of the blows.

Slowly, Séla Pel began to feel a little numb, even if she repeatedly admonished herself and resisted again and again, she could not ignore this feeling.

"You seem to be having a hard time. ”

This pig is chased by werewolves and is still in the mood to care about these!

Ignoring the whistling breeze around her neck, she hurriedly began to recall some things that were deeply memorable, or imagined the vast starry sky and the bright sunshine, and fantasized about the breeze blowing through her body......

But it was a hand, the pig's hand, which had always been fat, that let go of the reins, passed through the sight, and then rested on her shoulder, and a bad feeling rose in her heart.

"Huh, huhu......" Riding a horse consumed a lot of Parker's physical strength, he looked back, and saw another unlucky ghost's war horse was broken by the giant wolf and retreated, and then even the man and the horse turned over and fell to the ground, and without looking again, he knew that the guy must have been eaten and died. Maybe he would die here, but in addition to fear, he still had a trace of satisfaction, and he turned his head to know where this satisfaction came from.

Parker blew softly behind the gold digger's ear, grinned at the sight of the other man's neck shrunch, and then pressed the other man firmly on the saddle with his left hand, "Let me help you." ”

Uh-huh-

As expected, there was an exclamation from the straight nose, and Parker felt the satisfaction gradually amplify.

The moment she was suddenly pressed, Sellapel knew that it was going to be bad! Although she was extremely reluctant to admit it, she clearly felt the slightest hint of wet silkiness, along with this, there was a feeling that she should have never felt, but felt something familiar, which made her unconsciously want to exclaim again, the focus of her eyes seemed to be dizzying, all thoughts were gradually fading, and all that remained in her consciousness was the sudden impact, impact, and the seemingly unconscious humming that accompanied this rhythm.

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The culprit leading the werewolf rampant rampant was once again more than one patrolman, which meant that the human knight would soon be drowned in the surging pack, and they would usually only let out a terrible howl when they fell, because the werewolf who pounced on them would bite their necks in the first place, and with each patrol knight killed, Nissa felt the anger in her heart lessen a little.

But she still didn't find those two figures, these patrol knights were still searching in the woodland before they died, so Serrapel and Al should still be around here, she exhaled, the sweat on her body was quickly dried, but the physical strength consumed was not so easy to recover, plus she was concentrated all the way and was unwilling to let go of any corner, which was a great test of energy.

Just as she was feeling a little anxious, Nissa spotted a knight who seemed to be a little different.

He didn't move fast, and when he got closer, Nissa realized that perhaps because the man was a fat man, his large, round body pressed against the horse, which made Nissa, who was used to seeing normal patrol knights, feel ...... How did that come about, Nissa blinked, it seemed to be the last straw that overturned the horses?

Well, she felt that if she added one more straw, the poor horse would split on the spot, and Nissa couldn't help but finish him off with her own hands.

How much blood did it take to grow that fat, and feeding the wolf is not a loss.

Soon, Nissa caught up with the fat man, and the other party's wheezing sound was already clearly audible, and as the distance got closer, she unexpectedly found that the fat man seemed to be hiding a person in his arms?!

It seemed to be a woman, on the galloping horse, the woman's long hair was lifted by the wind, most of it dragged behind her head and covered by the knight's body, and a little hair was on the knight's shoulders. Nissa also saw the long legs with even muscles sandwiched on the horse's ribs, and she thought that she was also a graceful woman, but the leather armor armor on her legs made Nissa's heart burst out for no reason.

With the suspicion in her heart, Nissa quickly sped up to overtake the other party, she desperately wanted to see who the woman was, a female gold digger on the back of a patrolling knight's horse.

When overtaking the fat knight, Nissa saw an incomprehensible scene, Serapelle's hands pinned behind her back, as if tied, her small mouth was stuffed with cloth, her slender legs were tightly clamped between the horse's ribs, her eyes were closed as if she was suffering something, and even tears seemed to be flowing from her face.

Behind Serapelle, the lard-like man drove the horse with one hand, and the other passed under her armpit and clasped tightly on her shoulder, and the expression on the man's face was also incomprehensible to Nissa, as if she were extremely frightened and excited.

Nissa decided to go up and ask.

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Impact, impact...... Serrapel felt that she was about to collapse, and in just two or three days, she had gone from being held in her hand to being held in her hand into someone else's plaything, although she would not admit it even if she died. However, consciousness can control the body, and the body can also influence consciousness. For example, if someone cuts a sword, even if you refuse, don't accept, deny from your consciousness, whatever, you still can't deceive yourself and make your consciousness believe that the injured part is actually intact. No matter how advanced you make up a lie, no matter how unwavering your tone is, it will be useless, the pain will torment you, and the rot will destroy you.

Just like now, Parker's forearm was sunk into her chest, and the hateful thing was that he was still pressing on his shoulder, and Serrapel had to endure the waves of pleasure that came from top to bottom in humiliation, and she felt like she was going crazy, and the waves were getting stronger and stronger. Consciousness is unwilling to give in, but the feeling forces her to give up, and the violent contradiction seems to give birth to a devil in her heart, and she can even hear the devil persuading her again and again, tempting her - relax, you will feel everything!

She refused loudly in her heart, but her body was almost unable to control the warm current.

Just as she was about to give in, a voice behind her that she feared and wanted to hear the most now asked, "Hold on to the reins of your horse! And who are you??!!!"