The camera returns to the Titar Church.

Kylelius performed a water elemental magic, and although he was a magician who was not proficient in the elemental faction, he was able to barely master a few simple other factions that were not very difficult, but in terms of power and magic consumption, it was much lower than that of a magician who cultivated or minored in that faction.

After avoiding a possible large fire, Kylelius returned to the church's second-floor laboratory with a hint of inexplicability. Obviously, he had a lot of doubts about the assassination just now.

Kylelius pushed the door open and walked into the lab, looking at the mechanical pendulum on the wall, and only a dozen minutes had passed since he left. But in just ten minutes, for Kyleus, who was studying magic at this time, it was obviously time that could not be wasted at will.

"I just went out for a walk, I didn't even see the face of my opponent, weishenme time passed so quickly. Kylelius was stunned and whispered dissatisfied.

Paris saw the priest walking in, bowed slightly, and unabashedly revealed a large area of snow-white skin on his chest. Let the priest's heart full of depression at this time burst into the heart of the heart and burned into the priest's heart.

"It's twenty minutes to walk back and forth from here to the forest where the explosion occurred. Paris said respectfully. But the words that came out of her mouth were very different from the expression on her face at this time, with a hint of sarcasm and provocation.

It seems that the explosion was very loud, and I need to think of something to deal with it, so that no one will suspect me." I am not afraid of suspicion, but the attention of the aristocratic church and professional organizations hinders my mission greatly. ’

Kellius listened to the nun's sarcasm, analyzed the details contained in it, and paid attention to it in his heart, but he was not particularly dissatisfied with her sarcasm, he was not such a narrow-minded person.

Kyrlius knew that she was different from her, and he was more than happy to see that difference.

Paris and Cheryl are different.

Cheryl can be said to have dedicated everything she has to him, and will not make any slander, dissatisfaction and questioning of him, not even thinking about it, and even if others do anything to slander and question her master, she will be hostile and hateful.

Faithfully existing as his 'object', giving him everything she can and can't give, that's the only way Cheryl can and can't do it now.

Paris, on the other hand, treated Kylelius with a different attitude.

Don't forget, she had been a vampire for over a hundred years before she became a dependant of Kyleus. The long years compared to the short breed and the unusually strong strength for ordinary people have formed a relatively complete set of outlook on life and values in Paris's character, and she already has a very clear understanding of herself as an independent individual.

He was subordinated to Kylelius only because he was her upper class, the keeper who re-shackled her, the king who controlled her.

But all this is only because of the Liliang of Kyleus, or the bloodline, of the priest, which contains the powerful Liliang, which deeply affects Paris, making her unable to resist and submit to the majesty of Kyleus.

When she has enough, it is enough for her to break the shackles and overthrow the monarch with a powerful liliang.

At that time, she will be able to regain her freedom.

That's what Paris had in mind.

It may sound like sheer self-deception and wishful thinking, but it's the only thing Paris believes in maintaining her independent personality. If she gave up this belief, Paris would have become a wasted person for the rest of her life. Even if her vampire bloodline can help her improve her strength to a certain extent, but if she doesn't take the initiative, it is determined that such a person will not be able to make a major breakthrough.

Among the vampires, those who indulge in pleasures that are the envy of the nobles of all countries are not a few who have maintained the same level for tens of thousands of years.

And the occasional sarcastic remark about Kyrlius became the main means by which Paris maintained this belief.

"What's the matter?" Kellius smiled as he didn't get angry, put on his lab coat again, and went to the operating table to observe the experimental body on it.

"Nope. Paris replied stiffly, purssing her bright red lips.

Kylelius didn't get angry, just smiled meaningfully. However, just because Kylelius won't get angry doesn't mean he won't do some innocuous little punishment.

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While looking at the serene hot body on the operating table, Kylelius stretched out a big hand into the collar of the nun's big open nun beside him, slowly stretched it inside, and held the huge soft flesh fiercely, kneading it vigorously, enjoying the wonderful soft touch.

Paris felt the temperature in her chest and the huge pain that came at the same time, but she felt a slight sense of strangeness, the incomparable feeling of rebellion caused by the rough treatment of her wonderful body by a man.

After a few minutes, Paris let out a somewhat messy coquettish breathing sound, and her body began to flush and heat up, and the nun could not help it anymore as she gradually muddled underneath.

Her body, which has been educated by the priest in the past month, already has some conditioned reflexes, and the vampire body itself has no resistance to the superiors, so it is better to say that the senses will become extremely sharp. So now Paris has an irresistible feeling about the contact of Kyrlius.

Ignoring the nun dress on her chest and the pair of peaks that were almost completely exposed, Paris slowly knelt down and came to the priest, skillfully and gently unbuttoned the hem of the priest's priest's robe, looked at the tools that were rapidly ejected, and couldn't wait to swallow them.

Kyrlius enjoyed the meticulous service of his family, but his attention was always focused on the wild elf girl on the operating table.

Paris didn't care about Kyleus's reaction, which was a common thing, and quickly removed the nun dress that was no different from what she wasn't wearing.

Firm, round snow-white peaks, slender, flexible waist, flat abdomen without any fat, smooth, plump, snow-white buttocks, slender, straight two long legs and dense shadows between the legs. The kneeling nun twisted her waist in front of the priest, and her whitening buttocks swayed, showing her wonderful body in front of the priest without reservation.

After a period of silence, Kylelius finally reacted, reaching out and kneading the devil's body, feeling the comfortable touch.

After a while, Kyrlius patted the nun on the top of her head, as if by God's grace to the lost lamb.

Paris understood the priest's will, looked at the priest seductively, spat out the foreign object in his mouth, turned around, and lay on the ground like a dog, revealing the secret of holiness in front of the priest.

Kylelius gently patted the two snow-white skins behind him, causing waves to rise, and without hesitation, he aimed at the target and pushed in.

The priest resembles a noble knight, roaming his horses in a heroic manner.

The roars and screams of men and women, mixed with the sound of 'ziz' water, played a hymn in this empty and gloomy room.