In fact, having a dozen beautiful women of various races as sex slaves is not really a daily copulation, many times, it is just a way for male creatures to show their strength, or to bring themselves a sense of conquest from time to time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For example, the fifth deacon, Mastot, has known about men and women since he was a teenager, and his left leg was broken for seducing the daughter of a merchant, and he still walks with a little lame.

Now that Mastein is over 90 years old, the number of times he has done that kind of thing has to be counted, and what supports his interest is no longer physical needs, but psychological needs.

It doesn't matter what he needs about this psychology, the women who play with him are miserable, all kinds of tricks are embarrassed to mention, there are no less than one hundred and twenty or thirty kinds of props alone, what's more, this old ass also likes someone to help with the tune, people do it, he watches from the side, commands, comes to the mood before he gets on himself, and from time to time he makes his nest as erosive as the scene of the group encounter.

As for the merchant who had broken his leg, Mascot's revenge was seldom carried out in such an uninteresting and imaginative manner as murder, but he merely went through all the female members of his family one by one in the presence of the merchant, and then invited more than twenty energetic men to make a scene for three days. Anyway, the merchant didn't finish reading it, and he was angry.

Many people said that he had lost his conscience and would be punished by heaven. At first, he was still a little convinced, but he was afraid in his heart, and he was a little evasive in doing things. Later, he came to his senses, perhaps because he had seen more than him, or because he had survived the age of death and had not been able to wait for the so-called retribution. Anyway, he's quite unscrupulous now, and when he drinks with like-minded friends, he will say: "I'm a fart, look at other people's XXX, that's really XXX!"

When the little man Uller went to report to the barely golden underground dormitory, Mustot was enjoying a 'tongue bath' in his comfortable bed that slept ten people. It was more than a dozen naked women who knelt around it and bathed it with their tongues.

"The three groups of the fort guard have reported the situation to your lord!" Uller sang his head at the door of the room of more than 300 square meters, and his voice was already weak when it reached the huge house. His eyes were lowered and he didn't dare to be a little presumptuous, for the simple reason that without Mascot's consent, anyone who saw him naked would have their eyes gouged out, of course, this rule varies from person to person.

"Is that me today?" Mastow's voice sounded like a heavy aphrodisiac and eunuch, but his one was not wilted at all, and was currently being served by two blonde female elves with their mouths.

"Yes, Lord Deacon!" replied in a flattering voice, but scolded in his heart: "Waste your mother's words, isn't it you, the old man, who can run so far to inform you?"

With a look, a sex slave had already taken advantage of the opportunity to lift Maastor up while he was playing a verbal battle with another human woman, and lined him with two fluffy cushions. "Say it! what a funny thing!" all you have to do is listen to his rampant tone, you know that this is a guy who has won too much, and has caused a little bit of a blindness. It's no wonder that with strength, you always start from behind others, and if you always lose, it will be unreasonable.

Uller told the language that had been organized so vividly: how to find the intruder, how to prepare the report according to the charter, and as a result, Plesta made a round, saying that he wanted to subdue the intruder and was captured......

Mastor squinted his eyes and listened without saying a word, as if it were casual, but the fact that he betrayed him with his right hand, which was playing with the breasts of a human sex slave, and the fact that he was getting harder and harder, causing black marks to appear on his white breasts was a sign of the growing excitement in his heart.

After Uller's report was finished, Mastor said with great interest: "So Plesta's slut is quite a set!" It's very rare, he doesn't seem to mind that Plesta, who he has been chasing for a long time, complains about the beast, and no one knows if this old ass is thinking about watching man and beast next time, and then going to the ...... himself

Uller understands that he is not fit to speak at the moment. In his experience, Mastoon was now obsessed with sexual immorality, and most likely he was thinking about how to use the opportunity to make the person who Plesta served his own, or to coerce Shamanda, the seventh deacon, into joining him...... And the truth is not far off, Maastor is indeed brewing a dirty idea similar to that of all-ages, and for a man like him, freshness, tricks, and the conquest of 'wild horses' are one of the few goals and pleasures that are alive.

Masto got up, even a little impatient. Before that, he pulled his left toe back from the mouth of a sex slave and gave the woman a kick in the face that couldn't see the limelight. Then, hugging him back and forth, he was draped in his clothes, "Well done, young man!" Mastoon glanced at Uller, who was as deferential as a dog, and walked out of the dormitory first, followed by the naked sex slaves......

"It's an honor to work for an adult!" said Uller, who followed with small steps behind him like a trot. This is also learning, one shows his careful service, and the other shows the great man of the master, who needs to run to keep up with his subordinates......

Turning through a dark corridor, Mastor suddenly heard Uller, who had been following closely, say with some trepidation: "My lord, my subordinate just forgot an important situation!"

"Huh?" Mastose turned his head in displeasure, and what awaited him was a black line that was lifeless, like a lightning flash. To his astonishment, Mastor discovered that behind him was not Ulle at all, but a trance-like figure wrapped in gray mist of smoke.

"Enemy!" said Mastow, who understood the situation instantly, and wanted to scream, but when he opened his mouth, he realized that his mouth could be opened so wide that the entire upper half of his head was thrown back. The falling sight, the last sight in Mascot's eyes, his head had been cut from his mouth into two smooth parts. Blood is gushing out at this moment.

This is Elena's work, from the beginning of the lurking in the control room, waiting for the opportunity, tracking Uller, with a burst of dust and gravel falling on his body to lay puppet seeds, this castle is old and dilapidated, and it is common to drop some dust and stones.

Although Alina's puppet seed does not take effect immediately, Uller has been performing in the dormitory for half a day, and there is enough time to conceive. After causing the puppet seed to attack at the bend, and the most difficult connection to Uller's footsteps was made by Alina seamlessly, imitating different sounds was a piece of cake for the ShadowClan members.

If the mage's nemesis is a powerful warrior, then when encountering an assassin like Alina, unless he predicts first, or always maintains a high vigilance or energy protection, his life is no longer under his control.

A dark green seed the size of a date kernel slowly condensed from Alina's illusory palm, and the seeds cultivated by different wills and souls were also very different, and Alina, who was affected by Li Yun's blood and life force, also possessed a strange dark attribute belonging to the Shadow Clan. The bloodthirsty plant demon seed,The moment it falls in the blood, it begins to grow wildly,After forming, there are fat and huge leaves,There are tooth implants and giant mouths like canine teeth under the leaves,It's ugly,The digestive ability is strong and scary,It's a very ideal corpse cleaner,Not to mention flesh and bones,Even the blood seeping into the cracks of the floor can lick it clean.。

On the other side of the bend in the corridor, Uller, who couldn't move a moment, saw the gray shadow appear in fear, and then the black line flashed, and he also fell to the ground. Five minutes later, the bloodthirsty plant demon that devoured the two corpses blossomed and bore fruit, the fruit was a bright red blood fruit the size of a large pearl, and when the blood fruit was picked, the leaves and rhizomes of the plant demon that did not belong to this plane quickly shone and withered, and finally turned into pieces of flying dark ash, dissipating into the air, neutralizing the already small smell of blood in the air......

Putting away the Rite of Life conjured from Mascot's lifeless body, Alina disappeared into the gloomy walls once more.

In a dark and empty place, in the center stood a huge hundred-foot-tall crystal rock statue in the form of a human with three eyes and four arms. Around the stone statue, seven offering platforms are surrounded by equidistant circles, and the top is carved with exquisite utensils with transparent dazzling stones, which look like the seven magic weapons of Heiyan.

On the altar, in front of the ritual carvings, there is a candlestick with a simple shape. Now, the emerald flame in the candlestick where the festival of life was placed is extinguished.

"Mascot is dead!" a cold voice mixed with a hint of annoyance echoed through the emptiness.

"The Castle of Darkness, he is on duty today, may have encountered a powerful invader. The other voice was utterly cold.

"What are you going to do?"

"Four and three did not return outside, two and seven were in the castle, and six and I went over to completely seal the castle in a confined space, and the magic weapons would not flow out. The utterly cold voice replied in the affirmative.

"Don't let me down......"

In the dim castle, the Lizard King had no intention of giving the dragon priest in the sarcophagus a chance, and the bladed sword gradually flowed into his hands with a layer of golden light, and the dark green of the entire hall was hidden by this brilliant gold.

This light is by no means sacred in the forces of nature, but in the unique brilliance of 'decaying dust'. From birth to death, where the leaves fall and the branches wither, where they come from, where they return, the most terrible thing about the decaying dust with the effect of breaking the spell is to forcibly lift all the grudge curses, and achieve the effect of the 'Heavenly Pure Judgment' of the light system in a more natural way, and at the same time, turn all inactive life forms into the most basic material component - dust.

The big sword that completely turned into gold was directly inserted from near the dragon head of the sarcophagus, and ......there seemed to be a long roar from the coffin, and the golden light diffused, and even leaked from the edge of the coffin lid, and the big sword in Li Yun's hand slashed down violently, while laughing secretly in his heart: "Look how you still live!"

"Bastard, this bastard! His methods of fighting are so despicable! There is no strong man at all!" "Tubbs is annoyed that his carefully arranged dragon priest has been killed in this way. It was a resentful withered troll, capable of several types of sorcery.

"There is no search at all, great strength, terrifying special spell attacks, ability but no interest in items like crystal guards, even the burial objects of the dragon sacrificer he can completely ignore. Tubbs, do you think this is an adventurer, and it would be more appropriate to say that he is a saboteur!" said the thin-eyed Fingert analytically.

"You mean that we misjudged that this semi-infernal creature is here to demolish this place?"

Finger nodded, "I think we should let the Alienated Swift Dragons and Undead Warlords come out and kill these guys directly." ”

"Shouldn't you wait for Uller's side, according to the time, Master Maastor should be on the way by now. ”

"Don't wait, the man who can capture Plesta is dangerous, and I'll get rid of him. The voice of a third person was remembered in the room again.

"See Deacon Shamanda, and Lord Yunosi!" the two young men hurriedly saluted after seeing the two men who appeared in the room.

The people who came were none other than Shamanda, the seventh deacon who controlled the celestial string harp, and Yunosi, who controlled the forgery of the Deep Fire Emblem. Through the special connection between Shamanda and her beloved disciple Plesta, the Strings of Life, she learned that Plesta had an accident, so she hurried over, and saw the scene of Li Yun killing the dragon sacrifice with the rotten dust, so she had these words.

And Yunosi, if it weren't for Shamanda's intercession for him, he would probably have moved his head now, out of gratitude, during this time, he often walked around with Shamanda, hoping to repay him by some means, and now the opportunity seems to have come.

"This semi-infernal creature is pretending to be crazy and stupid, Area 20, open the passage!I'm going to subdue him in the prayer hall!" After listening to the brief reports of the two controllers, Samanda, who was younger than Presta, said quite confidently.

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