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Barren mountains and mountains, birds flying and foxes singing, endless desolate and desolate scenes, it is really panicking to watch. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoWilliam regretted a little, he shouldn't have left the luxurious tent that day, otherwise he wouldn't have let the family eat and sleep in this wild place.

What worries William even more is that it seems that the so-called [Curse of Temorrah] on his body is becoming more and more popular, and it makes people unconsciously trouble, just looking at the demolition and destruction of the house twice in a row in one day, although he didn't notice anything at the time, and then William realized that something was wrong. He didn't know how the idle god exerted his influence, maybe the god was really omnipotent, the unknown was terrifying, but William wasn't in the mood to think about it for the time being, because they were out of the way.

Stepping on a strange land, along the rising slopes, there is no trace of human beings at all, except for the desolate luàn stones and weeds and shrubs, and even the wild beasts are pitiful. What's worse is that the sky is beginning to sink, William looks up at the sky, and the dark clouds of the gray gate g gate g are piled up on the top of the mountain like a stack, it seems that it is going to rain.

William glanced back, and the two little girls behind him walked listlessly along the path he had opened, and the white fluffy cats and insects at their feet were trotting happily, and it was a rare opportunity for little things to walk in circles to be able to get rid of the clutches of Millet Sha'er. Behind them were Yasuna and Finia, who never seemed to think about annoyance, her smiling face with an inexplicable glow, and it seemed that William had indeed "fed" her last night. Yasuna wasn't so happy, she walked a little awkwardly, like a beautiful duck slow, twisting her sexy cocked ass, which had been pumped by William last night.

"It looks like it's going to rain, so I have to find a place to shelter from it. After William muttered a word, he suddenly raised his head to the sky and screamed, and soon a black Pegasus flew from a distance, it was William's mount, Mo Hu, who had been kept in the wild since entering the Jin Sè field, but the clever little guy (Mo Hu's age was indeed only a little one) never lost its owner.

There is Mo Hu, although it is a little difficult to find a way to go south, but it is still easy to find a place to shelter from the rain, a bush under a thick oak tree was all put down by William, spread on the ground as the bottom layer, and then covered with felt cloth and máo blanket, although it is not as good as the original goose down big chuáng, but it still makes the two little girls overjoyed, pounced on it from time to time to roll and frolic. Overhead is a large tarpaulin that spreads out to keep out the rain dripping from the canopy of the oak trees.

The light rain was falling, and the mountains in the distance were as blank as the morning mist in the twilight, hazy, William watched Mi Sha'er and Miluna stretch out their white and tender little hands, the crystal raindrops fell on the palms of their hands, and the little guy kept blinking his eyebrows and eyes, so there was a poetic sense of naughty children playing in the rain. Suddenly, William's old face froze, he reached out and pressed down, but his eyes glanced fiercely at Yasuna behind him, it turned out that this sāo girl was reaching William's crotch, wanting to eat someone's "inner tofu".

William looked around a little "weakly", but fortunately, the two little girls and Phinea didn't notice the movements of the two, only the little thing cat cat insect stared curiously at this side, but William ignored it directly. Yasuna stretched out her bright red tongue and gently tiǎn tiǎn's smooth mouth, William only felt a little dry mouth, and a certain part of his lower body immediately reacted, Yasuna deliberately rubbed on the "pillar", stood up and walked towards the back of the oak tree

Luss hated the drizzle, the cháocháo, the wet and cold, and more importantly, it made her tracking much more difficult. The rain had masked most of the scent, and the spells were becoming less effective, and if she couldn't find a target by tonight, Luce would have to use the power of the druids, but at a cost.

Luth had long been aware that someone was following her, but she didn't take the other party to heart, because she also knew the details of the lewd man named Wren, who was just a third-rate thief before he became the priest of Mother Earth God, and even if he hadn't really done it for many years, it was still easy to deal with four or five minions like Wren. The Ranger tightened the belt around her waist, checked the crossbow hanging from her waist to see if it had gotten into the water, and then wrapped her cloak tightly and continued to search in a possible direction.

Former thief Wren is also cursing the damn weather, and the devotee of Mother Earth would rather stay in a dry and warm monastery bedroom than in the wet wilderness of Cháo, where warm bedding, delicious bread and nǎi cheese are what he needs. Wren had given up his horse, for it was not as fast to ride here as it was on foot, but the lady was so fast that he had to exert a dozen points of strength to continue his craft.

But Lusi's mother-in-law's ass is really sexy, and if she can seize the opportunity, Wren swears that she must be ruthless a few times. The former thief cursed the nasty weather and drove his master, Ainuvin, while indulging in the female ranger hundreds of yards away, not noticing that not far behind him, a pitch-black shadow was slowly approaching.

This is a figure completely shrouded in a similar pitch-black cloak, silently swimming through the grass in the forest, and the grass and trees it passes through are as if they are stained with ink, wafting out a trace of black gas, showing a withered and dilapidated atmosphere.

Wren finally sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him, and he already smelled a strange ** smell, like a stinky sock wrapped in decades and thrown into a salted fish pile, then poured with moldy sauce, put it in a jar and then soaked in the smell of hundreds of years later. The smell of decay was so terrible that the poor stalker could only smell it, and his face was already squeezed into a purple sè, and he only let out a short exclamation, and he could no longer scream.

Wren clutched his throat with both hands and tried to gasp for air, but the smell of rancid smell came out, and his trachea and lungs had begun to rot. Wren slowly fell to his knees, watching the black shadow gradually walk into him, and also offered death. Before dying, Wren discovered that what was hidden outside was not a cloak, but a kind of fluid flocculent of ink.

Luth faintly heard Wren's last scream, and she felt danger coming, because the plants around her had been constantly warning (in fact, all the plants were crazy with fear), and something extremely dangerous was approaching.