"You bastard," Rommel stared at Don Quixote with a powdery face, apparently Angela had told Rommel who was waiting outside what had happened to her, "Don't think I don't know, once you drank too much and told me something like 'give me a hair, and I'll make a race for you'!"

"Click!" Don Quixote sealed the egg cells of Angela, which had begun to develop, and put them in the temperature control box, and then he looked up at Rommel while wearing a mask, and said a little vaguely, "Then do you take it off, or don't you take it off?" The tone was full of ridicule, obviously in front of this woman, Don Quixote didn't have to be too serious.

"Take off!" After thinking about it, in the end, for the sake of his child, Rommel decided to sacrifice himself, squeezed out the word from between his teeth, and then, compared to Angela's shyness, Rommel ripped off his pajamas, underwear and underwear, and then plopped on the bed, in the same posture, with his legs wide open, "Don Quixote, you remember for me, this is the last time I will expose my body in front of a man in my life, and you will not have such a chance in the future!"

With that, Rommel closed her eyes and looked at your mercy, and it was evident that although she said this, the meaning of her words was, if you want to do that with me in this way, then you should come.

Accompanied by the searchlight on his forehead, Don Quixote also admired Rommel's body completely naked in front of him for the first time, the perfect body, the breasts that still stand proudly even after thousands of years, and the pink skin in the whiteness, all give people a feeling that this is not an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, but the skin of a girl who is less than twenty years old, worthy of being a race that has been passed down for thousands of years of marriage by close relatives, and it can almost be said that it perfectly replicates the best genes of their ancestors, even if it is not purified by blood, it is also a good enough bloodline。

Of course, Don Quixote, as a pure pervert, did not forget to observe what men would pay attention to, and because of the keen perception of the Eternal Knight King, even if she closed her eyes, she could detect that the gaze of the man standing by the bed was staying somewhere in her.

"Bastard!" Rommel kicked out after raising his leg and fumbling for directions, "What are you looking at?"

"Don't make a fuss," Don Quixote gently grabbed Rommel's feet with his hand, then picked up the pajamas on the floor and threw them on her, your upper body doesn't need to be exposed, "and you must not move while I extract the basic unit, it will not be good if I accidentally hurt your internal organs." ”

"Hmph!" Rommel, who had withdrawn his foot, put his pajamas over his chest and stopped paying attention to Don Quixote.

"Really," Don Quixote sighed slightly, and then squatted down slightly and came to Rommel, a spiritual energy as thick as half a little finger directly invaded Rommel's body, like a snake towards the deepest visceral organs, the direction of the ovaries wandered, the same cold but with a silky touch made Rommel involuntarily breathe, the body couldn't help but contract violently, the Eternal Knight King's forbidden demon realm with strong muscles, Don Quixote's spiritual energy was directly clamped off, to be precise, it was pinched to ashes, not even a bit of scum left, "Goddess Misra is above," Don Quixote pinched the bridge of his nose a little helplessly, "It's good that it's just psionic energy." ”

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"And then what?" Obviously, for some reason, perhaps due to psychological factors, whenever Don Quixote's psionic energy is inserted, she can't help but shrink her body, and she is inserted back and forth by Don Quixote more than a dozen times before she successfully takes out her egg cells, but fortunately, it is just in time for Rommel's ovulation period, and there is a mature and healthy egg, so that the naturally mature egg is actually more liked by Don Quixote." Is it okay to just put it together? like those things for men and women?"

"The basic unit of two women doesn't have that function," Don Quixote carefully put Rommel's egg cells in his daughter's saliva, sealed them, and closed the lid of the box, before raising his head and taking off his mask. I'm going to Char's alchemy lab and ask my subordinates to fuse these two basic units together and put them in Ms. Angela's womb, so that they can conceive smoothly, and when the child's brain matures, I will apply like Goddess Misla, and I can reincarnate your child's soul into Ms. Angela's womb. ”

"The relationship between us is really strange," looking at Don Quixote with a serious face, Rommel suddenly sighed a little, "You don't want me, and you don't allow other men to touch me, but you are so good to me." ”

"Don't dwell on this issue," Don Quixote threw the white coat and gloves and other messy things on his body into the space ring, "Not every question has an answer, some questions you ask me why, I don't know, maybe," said Don Quixote reached out and pinched Rommel's face, "I just like to stop at this relationship?" You know, I'm not short of lovers, like the one from Antarctica I recently left behind in Tirulag, though I haven't been looking for her for a while. ”

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In the huge alchemy laboratory, as far as the eye can see, it is full of half-blood night elves who have matured, and among the many glass containers, there is a unique glass container, in which floats a pure-blooded half-elf about the size of Shirley with his hands around his flat chest, which looks a little similar to Lilith, his whole body curled up and floating in the center of the jar, and his long hair is as attractive as a dancing demon under the action of the rising current.

"Whoa!" With the sound of some kind of liquid flowing, all the liquid in the jar was being emptied, obviously, these dark elves had finished growing, and this time Don Quixote came over, not only to transform the embryo, but also to take this batch of dark elves away.

With the development of the country, he felt more and more that he needed such an intelligence organization to monitor the entire Third Republic of German, just like the Jinyiwei established by Zhu Yuanzhang in the ancient Chinese Ming Dynasty on the earth, the difference between the two is that Zhu Yuanzhang cannot completely control the Jinyiwei, but Don Quixote can control this group of night elves who are born with a strong hidden talent through various secret techniques he possesses.

And he had to choose the Night Elves because of this, in terms of concealing the body, the difference between ordinary people and the Night Elves is too great, never doubt the strength of talent, Don Quixote was deceived by the phrase "genius is one percent talent and ninety-nine percent effort" for many years, in fact, in the end, he found out that people with high talent are more likely to succeed than you, even if you are not convinced, it can only be a kind of self-comfort.

As all the liquid was emptied, the Dark Elves were carried out of the glass jar by the androids who were waiting on the sidelines, apparently not running out of dormancy drugs in their bodies, and according to Sinjid's calculations, it would take at least a few hours of sleep to get rid of the effects of the drug.

"These maidens are like ordinary people," said Sinjid, scratching at his thick hair, "and every one of them is like a newborn baby, are you sure that such a person can be of your use?"

"What do you think the magic circle outside the glass jar does?" Don Quixote reached out and stroked the dense lines on the glass jar closest to him, which had been connected to the elemental pool passage under the alchemy base, which was obviously supposed to be the source of energy," I have painstakingly collected the memories of a hundred and one girls from the world of Faerun, and after some modifications, I have instilled them through these magic arrays, even if they have never been in contact with this world, but when they are awake, they will still use their bodies extremely skillfully. ”

"Strange abilities," Sinjid pursed his lips, a hint of envy flashing through his eyes, "but one day, I think my alchemy will be able to do all of this!"

"Ha, I look forward to the day when you can materialize the memories of mankind!"

Flying to the Sambia airship, the hundred dark elf girls were surprised to lie on the window and look at the sea of clouds outside, in a sense, this is the first time in their self-awareness to fly in the sky, because the memory that Don Quixote gave them is not very good, basically not beggars, or thieves, and then slaves, are all those poor creatures at the bottom of society, even if it is the pure-blooded night elf sitting next to him, Don Quixote only gave her the offspring of an adventurer, and her parents who are also night elves both died, leaving her an orphan wandering in Feeron, only to be discovered by Don Quixote's organization, and was brought here。

Although these girls all have the blood of dark elves, which should be an introverted surname, Don Quixote ignores one point, that is, the bloodline comes from his aunt who is extra jumper, and in the world of Ferron, even if it is an incomplete bloodline, it can transmit a small amount of information, so naturally these girls' surnames are the same as Lilith.

Therefore, these half-elf girls who had never seen the sea of clouds, and at the same time because of the memories given to them by Don Quixote, were very trustworthy and could be loved like fathers, and were not afraid of their own half-elf girls who had begun to talk to each other since they had sobered up, exactly the same as when his aunt first saw him.

The buzz of more than a hundred people gathered together made Don Quixote go back to the earth a little back when he was still in school, dozens of people in a class were in self-study, and this was the feeling when the teacher was away, like countless bees, but Don Quixote didn't yell at these girls like his homeroom teacher, except that he was not a person who liked to lose his temper, more of this should be regarded as the last leisure of these little guys, after returning to the Sixth Ring Base, they had to face the cultivation from the half-elf assassin master would make them lose the motivation to speak。

However, after all, Don Quixote, who still had a headache, turned around and left the hall, but went to the front cockpit, which was naturally a scene that he missed, when he passed by which piece, the half-elves there took the initiative to shut their mouths, and after Don Quixote left, he began to buzz again, and he even heard some girls whispering about themselves, such as a very handsome, very secure uncle, looking for a man should look for such words, satisfying his little vanity at the same time, but also giving him a little headache, he obviously gave them a very bitter memory, it's a pity that their own surnames have made them modify their own memories.

"Why are you following me, why don't you talk to them?" Don Quixote did before he was in the cockpit of the remote control of the magic array, and saw the only pure-blood night elf also walk in, compared to those little guys, this girl's expression has been a little subtle since she woke up, like contemplation, like hesitation, as if she was born a thinker.

"Bang!" Closing the cockpit door, the pure-blooded night elf, who was about seventeen years old, walked up to Don Quixote and slapped Don Quixote with a snap! )