Ever since the death of four holy knights after the visit of the prince of Guineas, Dube Diaso, Latelan felt like he had fallen into a trough in his life, as if he had been pushed to bed by a few strong men. All of Ratellan's letters had been intercepted by Efark, and he was completely imprisoned, and even if he could sneak out of the city, there was no doubt that the guy would let him die on the way back to Segold. Efake seemed to be very patient and never talked to him, thinking that the second wave of Holy Knights of the Bright Sect would come and his life would be better, but the team that should have arrived had not arrived for a long time, and this feeling of living like a year was really uncomfortable.

All the imprisoned Ruttellan could do now was sit in the sun on a chaise longue and curse at Efalk, this bastard with sores on the soles of his feet, this damn maggot. Depressed, he spends his days drinking with alcohol. Every day I was drunk, and in my dreams I imagined that I had returned to Segold and lived a life of fine clothes and food again.

Squeak.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Laterlan squinted through the warm light to see a woman walk into the courtyard, her blonde hair seductive. Isn't this Elena that slut on closer inspection? The groggy head didn't make Rattellan clear up a bit, only to know that this woman had seduced herself, and most importantly, this damn bitch seemed to have some unclear relationship with the Pope.

The blonde woman came to the courtyard and saw Rattellan upstairs with a surprised expression and exclaimed, "Lord Bishop." "Trotted all the way upstairs.

"Why are you here?" Laterlan pinched his rosacea, which was a little flushed, and said dissatisfiedly, "Has the Pope sent someone to support me?"

"Your Excellency, the Pope's chief knight, Lord Raoult, must be coming soon. As she spoke, the blonde woman lifted her skirt and sat on Ratleland's lap, as if her feet were unstable, and the whole person was crooked and stuck to Ratlerlan's body, whispering in his ear: "My heart, you don't know how much I miss you these days." A small hand roamed slowly over Rattellan.

Lateran didn't hear what she was talking about, only that Raoult, a guy with the strength of a paladin, was about to come over, and he finally didn't have to be crushed by that bastard of Efalk, and when I returned to Segold, he would have to die a very painful death. No, I can't let him die so happily, I will cut off his hands and feet and make him a man, and then put him in a dung pit and fill him with dung every day to add nutrients. Thinking of the excitement, Ratellan grabbed the woman in front of him and grabbed her plump breasts fiercely, rubbed her hands unsatisfied, and said with a smile: "Actually, my brother misses you very much, and I can't wait to play with you every day." ”

The blonde woman poked her finger at Rattellan's resolute face and said coquettishly, "You're so bad, but people like ......"

Hearing Elena's rather provocative words, Rattle Lanha laughed, picked her up and walked towards the house, people were in good spirits on happy occasions, and they were ready to push this woman down and do it indiscriminately, and it was a kind of revenge to be able to toss on the dead woman, and the guy who didn't understand the amorous style must not be able to do kung fu, no wonder this beautiful woman still went out every day to hook up with men. Thinking of this, Rutlelan's hand increased a little more, causing Elena to gasp for a while.

When he came to the bedroom, Ratlan didn't have any intention of having a good time, so he threw the plump woman on the bed, reached into her skirt and tore off her underpants, lifted the skirt and prepared to set up a spear and drive straight in. Unexpectedly, the woman grabbed him by the neck and pushed him down on the bed, and said with a smile: "People like this." ”

Rutllan lay on the bed, enjoying the woman's squatting on him, being stripped of her clothes one by one, and lying on the bed naked after a while, a warm little mouth gently teased his work slowly, sucking, licking and swallowing, only teasing Rattlan fluttering. After a while, Ruttellan had a thought that wanted to spray, and he whispered, "Don't hurry up." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency. The blonde woman said aggrievedly, got up and sat down lightly on his body, leaning forward, and the two pairs of huge murder weapons on her chest gently grinded against Ratleland. Elena looked at Ratlelan's expression of enjoyment through the corner of her eyes, the corners of her mouth flashed with a very spicy meaning, she reached for her waist, a short blade was pulled out of the belt of her self-corseted skirt, and she shouted excitedly: "Lord Bishop, do you want it?"

"Yes, yes, you bitch hurry up and give it to me. I'm going to stuff your body. Rutlelan shouted with his eyes closed. As soon as the words fell, my throat felt cold, and the next moment a hot current poured out of my neck. Rattellan reached over with difficulty, touched his neck, looked at the bright red and dazzling plasma, and said in horror: "You ......"

"What are you, don't you want it, I'll give it to you if you want!" Elena roared fiercely, the blade in her hand was inserted into his neck and frantically cut his trachea, the sharp blade didn't know how long Elena had been polished day and night, she fantasized day and night about the current scene, this bastard deserved to die a long time ago, but he could still live so well, it was too cheap to kill him like this. Elena pulled out the blade like a toy, and slowly cut it on him one by one, like cutting roast mutton, and scraped him into slices of meat bloodily, and scolded loudly: "Give back my man's life, you damned conspirator, you must have killed my man, otherwise how could he come to this poor country with you, and then die the next day." You bastard is just as damned as that dead fat pig. ”

Retribution came so quickly, one moment later, Rattellan was still thinking about how to break out Wang Xiaoqiang, and the next moment he was killed by someone else's thousands of knives.

Elena sat on him and seemed a little tired, so she didn't bother to toss him, grabbed the ugly work of his lower body, and slashed it with a knife, and the gushing blood stained her sleeves.

After taking revenge, Elena pulled a curtain and wiped the blood from her body, revealing a smile like the winter sun, and muttered, "Dead ghost, I can finally come to accompany you." ”

After doing all this, Elena got up and shook her plump body, swayed, pushed open the door and walked to the street of Ainebeast City as if nothing had happened, but she was surrounded by a group of freshly dressed and brightly armored soldiers less than fifty meters. Although she had learned martial arts from that dead ghost, as a mid-level knight, she was okay to kill Rattellan's powerless guy, but it was ugly to deal with a group of wolf-like soldiers.

I saw this charming and charming woman stretch out her arms, show a good-looking smile and whisper: "Murderer, Elena!"

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Originally, it was put on the shelves last week and Sunday, but for some reason the state has not changed, so it has been postponed until now, and many things that have been very busy these days have not been dealt with, shame. I'll speed it up.

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