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On the damp deck, the Orus rebels that Moris had seen before, they swarmed in one place and whispered. The leader stood in front of the stairs leading to the cabin, he was dressed in a black fur coat and held a torch, the light of which illuminated his uncertain face, it was Leonard.

There was a faint noise in the cabin, and his hair stood on end. His hesitation and retreat were seen by everyone, but no one urged him. No one dared to go down to the cabin alone.

The waves swayed slightly, and the ships jolted. The dim flickering light of the fire illuminated the faces of the murderers, who were terrified and sweaty. It seems that the gathering of ants does not give them courage, and the atmosphere is terrifyingly weird.

The sound of the cabin continued, as if whispering, like a thread. But when it reaches the ears of these listeners, it is like countless snakes, insects, rats and ants gnawing at the ribs.

Some were whispering prayers, some were frowning and muttering profanities, and some were trembling. But no one comforted each other, because they were all too busy to take care of themselves.

"I thought it was going to put us in hell. Leonard remembered the words of his former chief, Gregory.

"You're right, we're already in hell, Gregory. He muttered to himself, his face pale, "Retribution is so fast." ”

After a long time, the abnormal movement of the cabin disappeared. Instead, there was an asymptotic trampling sound—the culprit who caused the noise was first and foremost on deck. It was like a spell that had just mustered up the courage to find out, and everyone who had just mustered up the courage to find out was retreating in horror. Only Leonard, his sweat was already soaking through his coat, but he refused to take a step back.

The footsteps came closer, the dim light behind the curtain lit up, and a figure was projected on the stairs, but it wasn't human.

In the crowd where "this devil ......" gathered, a young man closed his eyes and whispered, he was sweating like pulp.

"Hee-hee~Lilith is not the devil~"

The figure opened its mouth, a slightly wheezing and lazy female voice, full of charm. It's enough to make all normal men think about it. But the young man who spoke turned pale with fright, and the others silently felt pity for him, but did not dare to speak out.

The woman behind the curtain was bumpy and bumpy, and she seemed to know the fear and thirst of men. She deliberately scratches her head and exaggerates the curves of her body. The bandits who licked the blood from the knife soon ran out of breath. They are like young children who are forced to take a nap, and they can't help but open their eyes. The greed and reason in their hearts are at war between heaven and man.

Apparently, the former quickly gained the upper hand.

"You're so scared of Lilith~Lilith is disappointed~" As if licking the tip of her tongue in her ear, she added a fire to the rebels' hearts. "Lilith~ is obviously very gentle. ”

Some young people are about to run out of patience. If Morris had been here, he would have seen the malevolent rebels being toyed with like little quails, their faces flushed as if they were virgins on their wedding night.

"That's enough!" Leonard, facing the curtain, finally spoke, not daring to lift it, but still trying to maintain basic dignity compared to his companions. He grimaced, "Dear Lady Lilith. They are just a bunch of homeless people, and playing tricks on these poor people is detrimental to your nobility. ”

"Ouch~ Lilith is just a man's pet~ How can it be noble~"

After the sound of the sneering voice, the woman on the stairs seemed to judge that these people were no longer worth teasing, and she opened the curtain.

The smell of hot air and sulfur came to my face in an instant. Leonard's pupils are constricted.

In front of these people was a charming and beautiful woman of all races, carrying a lantern, but her light was more dazzling than the lantern. She wears extremely tight leather underwear that is related to the word "sex", and a large area of skin is exposed, showing a breathtaking figure. She is about 5 feet 6 inches tall, with a towering breasts, plump hips, and an attractive face. The waist is a good grip. Petite, absurd, and obscene in front of the tall Leonard.

But in addition to these wonderful things, she is full of inhuman characteristics. Her skin was purple-black, and the joints of her hands and feet were intricately patterned with amaranth, and her cheeks were carved with coats of arms, like carved from magma. She has curved and long goat horns growing on her head, a black tail swaggering on her sexy hips, and she spreads her bat's wings from her back. Legs down from the knees are a pair of sheep's hooves.

She is chaotic, evil, charming, lewd, fearful, seductive, cowardly, and fierce.

She is Lilith the Succubus.

All of them were in a state of stupor under her infinite charm, and they all forgot that in front of them was a whisperer from the abyss—a terrible demon.

The same is true of Leonard, who plucked up his courage, and all his pride and entanglement turned into desires, gushing out from the bottom of his eyes.

What a fragile human being. Lilith, the culprit, looked around at the group of poor people below, and thought proudly.

"Hee-hee~" She chuckled and threw down the lantern, ignoring the blazing gaze around her. Leonard leaned on Leonard's body with her legs and put her hands around his neck, and she said softly, "You're so strong." ”

Jealous eyes cast on Leonard.

The body of the wonderful man in his arms was hot, and the pungent fragrance and the smell of sulfur filled Leonard's nostrils. Her body temperature was higher than normal. But it aroused Leonard's desire even more, and his heart raced, and his right hand, which held the hilt of the sword, trembled and rested on Lilith's waist.

"Ahh Leonard had almost lost the last shred of clarity.

But when Leonard recalls his mission, the one that traded the life of the leader. He finally got rid of this surging charm.

"Lord Lilith," he said, closing his eyes and whispering bitterly, "take me to my dead head." ”

This sentence breaks the strange and absurd atmosphere. The people around them, lost in Lilith's aura, struggled to wake up, they looked at each other in panic, and the smell of fear gradually filled the ship.

Lilith's expression became strange, and she stepped down from Leonard in silence. And when his right hand left the beautiful woman's wonderful buttocks, Leonard felt pity for a moment.

As soon as this thought came to him, he kept reminding himself that he was not facing the Pretty in Pink, but the legendary demon.

Lilith lowered her head, Leonard couldn't see her expression clearly, he put his hand back on the hilt of his sword, and in case she was provoked to burst out, he made a gesture of preparation behind him with his left hand, and began to beat faster in another sense.

Can I beat her?, Leonard thought. The blood is boiling.

"Giggles~ You really don't know what to do?"

But Lilith broke the stalemate. She looked up and smiled happily, "Then let's go down with Lilith and have a look~"

Leonard noticed some unwiped blood on her raised face.

His heart was completely cold.