This is the last night of the stay at Camp Bloodstone. Bayi Chinese Network Rainbow%ingee

The night at the camp was calm, but not at the inn.

With a bang, the quicksandy body flew across most of the room and fell on the bed.

Richard's throw was so precise in both distance and power that he didn't let the quicksand hit the wall or really hit her hard. However, the quicksand lay on the bed and kept gasping, as if he could no longer get up. Her priest's robe was tattered, revealing one snow-white shoulder and most of her back, the hem of her robe was torn into strips of cloth, a snow-white thigh was almost completely exposed, and a few toes seemed to unconsciously grasp the sheets.

Richard snorted, of course he knew that quicksand was acting, and if she really didn't have the strength to resist and could enjoy it unscrupulously, it would be a big mistake. He had just had a few painful lessons in a row, and this time he naturally wouldn't do it again. So he unhurriedly stripped off his clothes first, revealing a body that was more shapely and toned than his real age and occupation, and then slowly walked to the side of the bed and asked, "Did I fall on you?"

Quicksand's face was buried in the sheets, lightly **, and there was no answer.

Richard grabbed her by the ankle and jerked her close to him, then lifted his robe and entered the final attack. However, Richard was about to enjoy a big meal when Quicksand's legs suddenly wrapped around his waist, and he suddenly retracted, and his body slammed backwards. Her legs were unusually strong, and the two of them immediately came into close contact!

However, the position is only less than ten centimeters off, and the nature of the action changes from depth to impact. Although quicksand is also very artistically controlled by power, it only inflicts the consequences of a heavy blow on Richard, without substantial trauma. But when the key point is attacked, the heavy blow is also uncomfortable.

Richard snorted, and suddenly gambled on his chest in one breath, and could no longer spit it out. The quicksand was suddenly full of vitality, his hands were propped up on the bed, his waist and legs were forced, and the whole exhalation turned over from the top of Richard's head, and he turned over lightly in the air, and landed on the ground. Extremely nimble as a frail priest.

She landed on both feet and immediately rushed to the door, apparently trying to escape. But the moment her fingers were about to touch the door, her body suddenly slid backwards.

Richard scooped up the quicksand, snorted, and said, "I still want to run!"

The two men became entangled and fell. But the quicksand somehow twisted a few times, and actually got out again. However, this time the orientation was not good, and there were two walls in front of her at 90 degrees, and she didn't have time to bend to it, so she was blocked by Richard in the corner of the room and pressed down again.

As Quicksand herself said, she really won't let Richard get it.

The two have been entangled for quite some time, and Quicksand has fully demonstrated his unknown melee combat skills, which are similar to wrestling, and the force and direction of the explosion are often unexpected. And quicksand's soft and powerful body brings this fighting art to the extreme. Richard later learned that this was a hand-to-hand combat technique that the priests in the Eternal Dragon Hall must learn, so that they could have a certain amount of self-protection after being close to the enemy in battle. But for now, this has become Richard's biggest obstacle.

However, as Richard became familiar with this fighting technique, the counterattacks became more and more targeted, and the situation of quicksand became correspondingly more dangerous, and he was almost succeeded by Richard several times. Her robes and undergarments were torn apart, and the obstacles and protection she could provide were reduced to almost zero.

After a series of fierce struggles, Quicksand's body also began to decline, and Richard, although he was also covered in sweat, became more and more excited. This is a man, the more he encounters resistance, the more interesting he finds it.

The quicksand escape is more difficult and more thrilling each time. The final struggle soon came, and she was pressed against the table, her waist twisted, but the strength was a little insufficient, and her body only bounced a little, and then she was pressed down again. Richard grabbed quicksand's hand and pressed it on her waist, then grabbed the fighter plane, and the whole person was pressed down!

Two cries rang out in the room at the same time, the man roaring with extreme excitement like a beast, and the woman hoarse with wheezing and pain.

Richard pressed the quicksand tightly until he reached the limit, then his body retreated slightly, and when the quicksand breathed a little, he slammed into it again. What followed was the constant heavy impact.

This time the quicksand finally seemed to have reached its limit, she lay on the table, simply enduring the attack that seemed to never stop, and could only keep sending out a low ** from her throat, sweat gushing out like a spring of pulp, and soon wet the table.

Because of the long fight before, after a sharp impact, Richard was on the verge of a critical point. He took a deep breath and stopped. This is a hard-won trophy, and it is impossible to eat it so lightly. However, as soon as Richard's movements stopped, quicksand, who seemed to have no power to resist, lifted his body slightly, and then his waist and hips suddenly swayed quickly and strangely. Richard only felt an indescribable feeling suddenly rush to the top of his head, and just shouted "What are you doing!", he couldn't control himself anymore, and the essence spewed out.

When Richard crouched on his smooth bare back and began to gasp, Quicksand raised his head, rubbed Richard's face, and said, "I didn't do anything, I just wanted to escape, but I didn't escape." ”

Richard was furious, how could she escape like this?

He didn't say a word, was silent for a few minutes, then suddenly got up, picked up the quicksand, threw it on the bed, and then pressed it again. This time it was quicksand's turn to be taken aback, and he didn't expect Richard to recover his combat strength so quickly.

The second battle was particularly fierce and protracted.

According to Norland's military experts, if the first battle can be regarded as a sabotage battle, then the second battle is a protracted war. And the third battle ......

Richard, who was sweating like rain, lay on his back beside the quicksand and snorted, very spirited: "How is it, this time you are finally honest?"

Quicksand smiled lightly, and raised his hand to give Richard a magic vitality in reply.

From a military point of view, the third battle can be seen as a counterattack, in which the oppressed and bullied side not only begins to fight back, but also strategically counteroffensive, and is expected to completely reverse the original order.

At the end of the third battle, the night was still very long, so the war was not over, especially with the constant provocations of one side, and the fourth battle inevitably began.

In this battle, Richard regarded death as home.

It was finally dawn.

Richard was so tired that he just wanted to fall asleep. The quicksand is full of vitality and brilliance, and under the light of the dawn morning, the whole body is as beautiful as a mist and a fantasy. She pestered Richard, wouldn't let him sleep, and had a strong desire to start the fifth campaign.

"What are you thinking?" Quicksand asked, resting his chin on Richard's chest, staring at him expectantly. Her eyes were so bright that her heart palpitated.

"I remembered my life as a child. Richard replied lightly.

"When I was a child?" Quicksand was a little surprised, how could there be such an answer at such a time.

"Yes, I was still living with my mother in Russelan Village at that time. When I was a little older, I had to help my mother take care of the medicine fields, and I often watched the people in the village farming. Ruthelan is a mountain village, and every family who cultivates the fields will domesticate the magic ox, which is used to replace the manual cultivation of the field. But now that I think about it, I have a whole new feeling about the way I farmed the land as a child. ”

"How do you feel?" Quicksand was more curious, but she was more sure that Richard was trying to escape the Fifth War by talking about it left and right.

Richard turned his head sideways to look at the quicksand and smiled nonchalantly: "I feel like I'm the cow, and you're the ground." Ever since I was a child, I've only seen tired cows, not ploughed land!"

Quicksand didn't say a word, only replied with divine vitality. As a result, Richard's departure from Bloodstone Camp had to be postponed for another day.

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