Marquis Quake, who had just fallen clearly, suffered again, and was even more uncomfortable and confused. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But now, he only saw the squires running back one after another, and the Marquis of Quake could barely hold back the pain. Although he had already cursed the attendants who had left him and fled, and had secretly condemned him to death, the panic at the moment made it impossible for him to spit these cursed words out of his mouth.

Because just when he barely held back the pain and was about to run back with a roll.

Suddenly, he only felt a pair of cold hands touching his ankles, and they were slowly continuing to touch upwards.

The movements of these hands are extremely gentle, as if they are caressing the skin of their lover.

But at this time, Marquis Quake only felt a cool breath rushing straight towards his Heavenly Spirit Cover from the tail vertebrae of his back, and his entire brain seemed to stop working in an instant at this moment and became sluggish.

However, in the face of the imminent loss of his life, Marquis Quake finally chose to struggle.

The whole brain was frozen in a sluggish moment, and it was directly melted by the Marquis Quake's strongest and longing desire to survive, and the sluggish brain still turned wildly, trying to survive by all means.

What are those hands that hold you?

Monsters, and most likely the same 'monster' that they had just kicked themselves, and the attendants had lowered the light of the torches and crouched on the ground.

Even if it weren't for this guy, Marquis Quake couldn't think of anything good.

Marquis Quake hated the squires for running so fast with torches.

There was only a dark patch left in front of him, and he couldn't see what the monster in front of him looked like, where he was, and he didn't have any direction to counterattack and dodge.

However, it soon became clear to the Marquis of Quake that he didn't seem to need the light of fire to feel the monster in front of him.

The monster that had been grabbing his legs and was constantly stroking it up, bringing a chill to his bones, was slowly approaching it, and he could feel the chill and stench emanating from the monster.

Without thinking too much, Marquis Quake hurriedly put up his hands.

In order not to anger the monster that was clutching his legs, Marquis Quake slowed down his movements and slowly moved backwards, because after all, the large army was behind him, and the black-robed wizard was behind him.

Even if he died, he would leave trouble and unforgettable memories for the group of damn bastards behind him, and it was best to let them bury him, Marquis Quake's brain was spinning wildly, and all these crazy trivial thoughts naturally inevitably came out of everywhere from time to time, so that they could be distracted, and not to pay too much attention to and fear the monsters in front of them.

'Is this guy licking me?' Marquis Quake's mind was instantly occupied by one thought, leaving no gaps for other thoughts to exploit. The movements of the whole person were also suddenly stagnant at this time, and it was obvious that the movements of the monster in the darkness were a little abnormal.

Because at this moment, Marquis Quake only felt that something slippery and greasy was slowly following the cold hand, this kind of touch, Marquis Quake suddenly subconsciously tightened the chrysanthemum, and the whole person became a little abnormal.

The movement of its hands was extremely fast, trying to break free from the monster in the dark.

But the monster's movements were just as fast.

In the process of Marquis Quake's slow retreat, instead of getting rid of the hands that Leng Sensen caressed from his calves, he now let this guy get an inch.

"Could it be that this guy is still a womanizer?" Thinking of this, Marquis Quake felt even more uncomfortable, he only felt that he had a feeling that he had been pecked by geese all day long.

A disgusting image appeared in the mind of Marquis Quake, and suddenly he felt goosebumps all over his body, and he couldn't stop being nauseous.

The movements of the monster in the dark have not slowed down because of what Marquis Quake is thinking and doing now, but because of Marquis Quake's careful thinking, it has made his series of actions for this monster more concrete, especially now in this dark environment, all the dirty things that have happened have been remembered by Marquis Quake, but the role in it has changed, and Marquis Quake has changed from a violent person to a violent person.

I saw a sudden stirring spirit from the Marquis of Quake, and his whole body trembled.

Shrinking your legs, lifting your feet is a kick at the place where your hands and tongue are constantly stroking up.

The moment his legs flew out, Marquis Quaker didn't care whether he kicked or injured the monster, and with a force of his hands, he quickly moved backwards.

The result of the kick was that Marquis Quake had imagined it, and the worst thing was to provoke the monster, making the monster furious and pounce directly on him.

However, when his feet were kicked out, Marquis Quake was surprised to find that he seemed to have kicked in the air and had not touched anything.

Therefore, as soon as he stood up, he crawled forward a few times and wanted to escape for his life, and instantly stopped his escape.

'Is the monster running away?, but what the hell is the thing on my feet that makes me feel cold? Could it be that it's not the monster?

The coolness of the monster's hands and the unique slippery feeling of the tongue still haven't faded, as if what Marquis Quake did just now was just in vain, and nothing has changed in any way because of what he just did.

'The feeling of breathing!' Marquis Quake suddenly felt as if his skin was feeling another sensation, and when he felt it carefully, he found that there was a very rhythmic breathing sensation in his chest at this time, and bursts of air were regularly washing on his chest, making him feel itchy.

'The monster has already climbed up its body?' Marquis Quake suddenly noticed.

Just now, because of excessive nervousness and suspicion, he didn't realize that he was clinging to something, and thinking about it at this time made Marquis Quake feel that he was really like carrying something on his back, heavy.

"Could it be that it was because this monster climbed up his body, so he just kicked it, and then he didn't hit it?" The conjecture had just floated out of the mind of Marquis Quake, and before he could confirm it, he felt a strange change.

The tickling breath in his chest seemed to be slowly moving upwards, slowly approaching the neck.

'What is this monster trying to do?' (To be continued.) )