"Oops, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts......"

The crisp and a little shy coquettish life reverberates throughout the room.

"Great, my lord, you can't do it lightly, it's sore, numb, and a little itchy......"

Anita, a porcelain girl lying on the bed with her back to Raymond, had six wounds two centimeters deep on her smooth and curvaceous bare back, and the rolled wounds were filled with hot molten metal, making the rolled wounds rise with green smoke and a smell of burnt flesh.

But Anita, the porcelain girl with her head sideways facing Raymond, had a mixed expression of comfort and comfort on her face, and even a hint of blush, very much like the lazy expression after orgasm.

Raymond, who was provoked by her moaning like a cat's meow, slapped her cocked ass in frustration, but the extremely elastic hip flap in front of his eyes in Anita's exclamation made him unable to bear it anymore.

"If you dare to make such a noise again, I'll ask the Crow Castle for more metal and turn you into a mine!" deliberately pretending to be fierce, he approached the porcelain girl Anita and glared at Raymond, who roared angrily, but saw that Anita had a smile in her eyes.

"My lord, I really can't stand this feeling, it's not like I want to shout," didn't dodge, looking directly at Raymond, who was already on the verge of touching her cheek, and the blush on Anita's face became even more intense. "Will you plug your ears next time?"

The corners of Anita's mouth turned up, and the narrow smile in her eyes made Raymond know that he had been fooled.

Raymond, who took a deep breath, immediately stood up, but at this moment, the deep wound on the back of the porcelain girl Anita had healed, and although the smell of burnt paste that filled the environment had not disappeared, it was obvious that the molten metal had been absorbed by her body.

"Alright. Get up," Raymond, who felt a little dry on his round and straight buttocks, quickly looked away, turned around and walked to the long table to pick up the water glass on the table. "It's a mixed solution of organic matter from tomorrow, and just in time for the end of the elemental tidal storm, all the transformations will be complete!"

Raymond, who poured water into his throat in a big gulp, felt that the heat in his body had subsided somewhat, and soon with the humming sound of flapping wings, the face of the porcelain girl Anita suddenly appeared in sight upside down.

With such a strange perspective, Raymond almost choked on the water in his mouth, but Anita had a happy smile on her face. But after a crisp laugh, he flew to the terrace.

The petite and delicate body, the two pairs of wings on the back that exude intoxicating brilliance, make the porcelain girl Anita exude amazing seductive power, especially the graceful posture she forms between the flights, making her as wonderful as a butterfly elf.

Deftly flipped his body in the air. The rapid fluttering of her wings caused the porcelain girl Anita to hover in front of the door of the terrace, followed by a burst of cheers from the open terrace.

"What's going on out there?" Raymond pulled his admiring eyes away from the porcelain girl Anita's seductive body. Muttered as he walked to the terrace. "There wasn't a voice like that just now......"

"Lord Raymond! Tonight is the party in the village celebrating the birth of a new people. Have you forgotten?" said Anita, a porcelain girl who stood on the railing of the terrace with her wings folded in her voice. "I told you three days ago, and that's the time for every celebration!"

Slowly walked out of the room, looking at Raymond as the pillars in the circular plaza below began to be demolished, and then remembered what Anita had told him earlier.

Elemental tidal storms up to three months. The countdown to disappearance has begun, and according to the custom of the porcelain people, they will hold a birth party for all the new people before the elemental tidal storm disappears. All intelligent beings living in the vicinity of the porcelain village will be invited.

"Is it 412 or 421 new people?" Raymond, who stood beside Anita, softened the expression on his face. "I remember when you informed you that the number of clansmen born this time was the largest?"

"It's 421!" Anita, who glanced at Raymond very dissatisfied, pouted with a hesitation in her expression. "And the people born this time have very high physical strength, and most of them should be able to survive......"

From the circular square below, cheers and laughter rang out from time to time, and even the burly trolls were helping the porcelain people to clean up, helping them carry away the dismantled logs one by one.

Many porcelain women will hold two or three porcelain dolls with pink makeup and jade in their arms, these little things are still babbling, and the interest in those trolls is even stronger, and even Raymond saw a little guy sitting on the troll's neck, dragging the troll's ears with both hands and laughing.

Seeing this scene, the expression on Raymond's face became a little strange. "Why are most of the children born like this?"

With joy in her eyes, Anita, a porcelain girl who was already sitting on the railing of the terrace, her slender thighs dangling on the railing, and her voice became extraordinarily soft. "The younger they are at birth, the higher their physique and the stronger their abilities when they grow up!"

"421 baby-like porcelain figures, it seems that even old Hewlett wants to relocate," Raymond, who quickly found the location of old Hewlett in the busy circular square below, couldn't help but sigh. "Fortunately, these little porcelain figures don't like to cry very much, otherwise the people with them would be tired to death!"

"Of course, every newborn clan has the most basic ability, so they don't cry!" The expression was extremely soft, but the voice of the porcelain girl Anita became a little muffled, and she turned her face to Raymond very seriously and asked. "Lord Raymond, there's a question I don't understand, can you answer me?"

Raymond, who leaned on the railing, raised his hand to greet old Hewlett and Reginord below, and Raymond replied very casually. "Say, I'll explain it to you if I can answer it. ”

Anita, a porcelain girl who faced Raymond with extreme seriousness, reached over with both hands and hugged Raymond's head, turning him to a square-facing angle. "Why would you agree to accept me as a disciple?"

The softness on her face disappeared, and Anita, a porcelain girl with a very serious expression, surprised Raymond, and the cheeks touched by her could still feel the coldness of her hands.

Raymond, who frowned, pulled her little hand off her cheek, closed it and wrapped it in his palm, questioning it with some incomprehension. "Why are your hands so cold? They used to be very warm!"

The little hand, which was as cold as an ice cube, gradually began to warm up in Raymond's palm, and Anita, a porcelain girl with a touch of crimson on her face, still repeated the question just now. "Lord Raymond, answer my question first!"

"I like people who have dreams, and I have a kind of sympathy for those who are vulnerable," Raymond smiled, looking directly into the eyes of the porcelain girl Anita, who thought for a moment. "So after seeing your stubbornness and strength, I felt that you should be a suitable disciple, so I accepted it!"

It seemed like a casual answer, but in Raymond's mind, it was what he really thought.

Of course, for the reason that the image of the porcelain girl Anita and the little Stacy overlapped, Raymond buried it in the bottom of his heart and did not say it.

There was a hint of confusion in her eyes, and she carefully looked at Anita, a porcelain girl with Raymond's expression, and finally focused her eyes on the circular square below, looking at the busy porcelain people and trolls below, and her face became normal after the corners of her mouth curled.

After gently pulling her hands out of Raymond's palms, the porcelain girl Anita suddenly jumped off the railing and let out a cheer filled with joy...... (To be continued......)