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When Mora Gott came to her senses again, she was the only one left in the room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She gritted her teeth, propped up her aching waist, and sat up tremblingly.

Everything that happened last night came to her over and over again like a crimson nightmare.

Mora Gault could never have imagined that Esther would be an experienced driver of his age. Relying on his ability to partially deform, Esther made Mora Gault feel like he had fallen into a sweet hell.

She remembered crying, screaming, begging for mercy, and in any case throwing away all her dignity in front of Easter. But the deepest memory is still the xxxx imprinted in the bone marrow.

"Alas!" said Moragott with his hand. She simply didn't know what to do with Easter again. Thinking that the taste she tasted last night would be experienced again and again in the future, she felt that she was afraid and loved deep in her heart, and her body was also crispy and numb, and she didn't need a little strength.

"Damn little perverts. Mora Gault gritted his teeth. Then with a weak smile on his face, he slipped into the bathroom like a mouse that had stolen an egg, and quickly freshened up. She is very worried that today's bed-lying incident will have an impact on her consistent image.

The Legendary Powerhouse has a strong ability to recover. It was only during the washing that he had made some adjustments, and when he pushed the door and walked out of the suite, no one could tell from the appearance that Mora Gault had been tossed half dead by Esther last night, and had been a mother seven times in one night.

Standing in the corridor in front of the guest room and looking down, the lobby of the Seawolf Hotel is still a lively scene.

A waitress is doing a hot tap dance on two long tables that are put together. Because the skirt is too short, every leg lift will feast the eyes of the surrounding spectators.

Sonia obviously drank some more wine, and occupied a long table very domineeringly, and had a wrist-wrenching wheel battle with all kinds of people in the hotel. The loser drinks the liquor in a cup the size of a man's head. There were already several guys lying unconscious on the edge of the table. However, looking at Sonya's sweet appearance, there are still many drunkard moths who don't know whether to live or die and surround her.

Esther was back in Sonya's form, pulling Madoka, Amy, and the officer from last night together to play cards. It was evident that Esther had won a lot, because the other three had slips of paper of different lengths on their heads and faces, while Esther had only a few on his chin, as if he had grown a few funny white beards.

Mora Gault doesn't know where the custom of stickers comes from, but it's clear that Esther is very used to it. No, he put a note on the ear of the sad-faced little Amy.

Looking around, the druid girl of the Misugi family seemed to have left, thinking that she was returning to the botanical garden. Those druids don't feel comfortable for a day without being near the trees. Jessica wasn't there, and she didn't know where to hide. Maura Gott was quite satisfied with the maid and wanted to ask her to come for a massage to relax her muscles.

At that moment, Jessica suddenly ran out of one of the hotel doors. Mora Gault knew it was the office of the innkeeper, Cripple Richard. Could it be that the team introduced by the lame man arrived? Mora Gault was the first to think of this. Otherwise, she wouldn't know what the cripple was looking for Jessica for.

Jessica expertly navigated through the chaotic crowd in the lobby. She came to Easter's side and gestured to him for something. Mora Gault saw that Jessica's face was a little ugly, and Easter's face was also a strange expression.

"Interesting!" Mora Gott was secretly curious, but could only walk down the stairs. After all, performing the feather fall technique in the lobby of the hotel is really a bit too ostentatious.

Jessica's face was rather ugly. She never thought that the boss Cripple Richard, who had always been very reliable, would find such a person as a teammate of her Miss Climb to the White Tower Competition. She only learned last night that the two young ladies and the lady Mora were actually high-ranking officers of the royal family's void fleet. Such an identity is only one step away from being an aristocracy. They will participate in the White Tower Climbing Contest as representatives of a little-known inn, purely for their own freedom and that of Amy. But the teammates that the lame man found were all used to drag him back, no matter how he looked at it. Judging from Miss Sonia's usual words, she is very interested in winning the crown of the White Tower Competition.

After listening to Jessica's description, East watched the changing expression on Jessica's face and gently patted her on the shoulder.

"Don't be in a hurry, take me to see the gentleman. I think Boss Richard always had a reason for finding such one. ”

"Miss Sophia. See for yourself. I just don't have the courage to go a second time. Jessica had a devastating look on her face, as if she had encountered something unimaginable.

"Is it really that tough!" Esther gently pushed open the door to the lame Richard's office with suspicion.

As soon as I retreated from the door, a pungent sour smell hit my face. Esther, who had an unusually keen sense of smell, almost fell to the ground with one heel.

What kind of smell is this! It's like a summer garbage heap, drenched in a rainstorm and then sunburned. And the garbage in this garbage heap is not ordinary things, it is all the remains of eaten watermelon rinds and fish and shrimp.

Esther immediately turned off his sense of smell for the time being. He saw that the lame Richard was leaning forward in a frustrated position, his head stuck on a single couch in the room, but he couldn't see the strange thing Jessica was talking about.

"Boss Richard?" Esther was just about to ask the lame Richard when he heard a movement from behind the couch. Then a monster that couldn't tell what it was emerged from behind the couch.

Rao is Easter admits that he is bold, but he was also really taken aback, and almost took out the war hammer and smashed it over. Fortunately, the monster opened his mouth at this time. A gong-like voice really gave Easter a long insight.

"Little girl, you are also my nephew's maid here. Hurry up and pour some water for Uncle. This steak is so dry that it chokes me. ”

It was only then that East could see what was coming out of the back of the couch.

It was a short, thin, dry old man. On his head is a bowler hat that was once very popular in the Golden Age. The hat looked like a true antiquity from the Golden Age, completely faded and frayed around the edges. The most ridiculous thing is that this hat is made for children at a glance, and the old man can't put it on at all, so he can only buckle the hat on the top of his head and barely hold it. His gray hair was pressed under the hat, and he hadn't washed it for a long time, and he couldn't see his true colors. As for his face, the same is true, it is dark and swarthy and cannot see its true face, only a pair of small bony eyes that reveal an obscene light.

The old man originally had most of the roasted lizards in his mouth, blocking his whole face behind him. That's why he's so scared. But as soon as he spoke, half of the oily lizard fell onto his trench coat-like garment, which had already broken through the city. The garment must have had many other functions than the absence of its supposed concealment, at least Esther had noticed a thick layer of shiny oil stains on it.

Seeing that Esther was staring blankly at him but not making any further move, the old man had to stand up from behind the sofa by himself.

"Young people nowadays, I really don't respect the old people at all. He wouldn't even pour a glass of water. The strange flower muttered as it slipped into the corner, took a large bottle of expensive-looking wine from Richard the Cripple's wine cabinet, unscrewed the cap, and took several sips of it.

It was only then that Esther noticed that this strange flower was not wearing pants. Two black, thin hairy legs swayed in the wind under the tattered trench coat, and as they walked, the trench coat that could not hide the body made the old man's indecency disappear from time to time.

"Gasp!" Esther suddenly felt like throwing up. He finally knew why Jessica had a broken face.

He quickly turned his attention to the lame Richard. At this time, Richard also happened to look up at Easter. From Richard's eyes, East saw what it meant to be loveless.

Richard weakly pointed at the strange old man.

"Miss Sophia, this is my cousin, Reynoldsam. You don't look at him very well. He's a real master. "I seem to find it hard to believe. Richard added at the end.

"At least the last time I saw him, he was still very good. Really!"

"Of course, I'm a very good Reynoldsen!" the strange old man took over from the side. He looked at Esther and patted the dirty, greasy trench coat (in fact, it was no different from patting his chest, it was all rags one by one).

"You're the little girl Richard asked me to take care of. Rest assured. Uncle climbs the White Tower more times than you menstruate! Come, let Uncle see how the little girl is developing. ”

As he spoke, the old man let out a lewd laugh, stretched out his hand, and walked towards Easter.

Looking at the two greasy, dirty hands, Easter's face changed dramatically. If he catches this, I'm afraid that my reputation will be wasted.

"Me & amp;*%#$!" Esther looked at the lame Richard, who bowed his head and did not dare to see anyone, and then looked at the strange thing approaching in front of him, and anger rose from his heart, and evil was born to the side of his guts.

"Hell,!" Before the strange old man could react, Esther had already lifted the crippled Richard and the sofa he was sitting on, and smashed it on the head of the strange old man.

"Ahhh......h

The dirt on the face of the strange old man was so thick that it was impossible to see the expression. In vain, he raised his hands in an attempt to block the falling single couch. But in the face of Eastayama's overwhelming attack, the old man only had time to let out a snort before he was smashed to the ground and pressed under the sofa.

To East's surprise, after such a violent blow, the strange old man was still struggling to climb out from under the sofa. Esther picked up the lame Richard, who was still holding his head on the ground and writhing/moaning, and slammed it on the couch.

The cripple and the old man let out a scream at the same time. Then they all fainted.

Esther picked up most of the old man's discarded bottles of wine and poured it on the head of the lame Richard. The lame man shook his head and woke up, only to see Esther holding another single couch aloft, staring at him viciously.

"Give you a chance not to smash you flat. ”