Diablo Destruction

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Early the next morning, well, it should be morning, I opened my eyes and got up.

Because it is in the 521/\'> mission, the main thing is that there are big gossips such as Sachili and Tulakov, and I can't chew on Altria's tent with a cheek, under the eyes of everyone. In a huff, he set up a tent and slept alone in the novel chapter.

But because of this, it seems that a thief came in.

In my arms, the familiar temperature, familiar body fragrance, familiar slenderness and softness seemed to touch my right hand with my left hand.

Opening the quilt, it turned out to be true. The little ghost was holding me like an octopus, and buried his head in the sleepy wail.

This little saint, who woke up late in the night several times, is about to become a night owl. This time it is estimated to be the same, but it did not wake me up.

No, it’s impossible to be so clever!

Touching it in the inventory, I found a broad sword as a mirror and took a picture of my face. Sure enough, I had two more ink beards on my upper lip and doubled my eyebrows. The entire Xiao Li reincarnation mustache version.

When I saw my face, I could imagine such a picture. The little ghost woke up when I was sleeping, lying beside, staring at my face as usual. After seeing it for a long time, I suddenly pulled out a bottle of ink, dipped my finger, wiped my face with a few fingers, and I was done, then he grinned into my arms and continued to sleep.

After the whole crime was drilled in my mind, I became Wu Fanxiaowulang, and pretended to be stunned by a death pupil. His eyes were closed and his head was crooked. Hugged the spooky body of the little ghost. Big hand gently patted a note on her hip, ready to go back to sleep.

Not right bastard!

Opening her eyes violently, sitting up holding the little ghost, I grabbed her little hand in front of my eyes. really. I found the crime props. Ink remained on the lovely index finger.

He roared, he was a bold prisoner, and he didn't confess. Look at the official torture! ! !

With a roar in my heart, I turned over and pressed the little ghost under me, biting it on her cherry lips.

Xiao Youling finally woke up and found the status quo, pitifully whimpering a few times, and gave up struggling. When I left her cherry lips with satisfaction, she looked at me troubledly.

"The knight who should have guarded the saint, exposed the true face of the saint while sleeping on the saint, and pressed the weak saint under her to blaspheme, what is this?"

"Count Duke of Beasts." I felt my chin and replied subconsciously, feeling that I had lost a lot of discipline.

I think it's necessary to remind Xiaoyue what good things she did: "After all, don't you think I'm more handsome today? Look at this **** moustache, and then look at this righteous eyebrow."

"Wow!" exclaimed, and the little ghost looked at me, suddenly showing a shock, wailing and crying sadly.

"Xiaofan, where are you, come and save me, I am bullied by other men."

"The other hair! It's me, it's me, and this looks like your masterpiece!" I finally couldn't help but yell, this little virgin, if there is an Oscar for best stupid award, she is none other than her.

Then the little ghost thought to remember something, and slapped his palm.

"I remembered it." Then, she looked at me ashamedly.

Ashamed, my little saint even showed her shame. God, I’m not dreaming!

"Originally," the little saint said shamefully: "I want to make Xiaofan more handsome."

"I'm so disappointed that I was disappointed even if I didn't even draw pictures. I'm really sorry!" My tearful anger lifted the soul coffee table.

"It's not that the Holy Lady boasted, the court painter also praised my talent."

Has the artist appeared again after the tailoring? Okay, maybe we still need a musician and an actor.

"Let's talk, what you want to say is what I look like, even if the talent is as high as the sage lady, you can't do anything about it." I exposed the sinister language of the little ghost.

"It's a sad thing."

"Yeah, aftermath, after all, I'll sell you to other handsome guys." I said angrily.

"Actually, I still prefer Xiaofan's original appearance."

"It's too late to flatter now."

"It's true." Xiao Youling looked at me seriously, suddenly hugged her neck, her small mouth leaned up, extended her fragrant tongue, and licked it on my lips.

That's ink, stupid.

"Don't do this. It's dirty. The ink is not something to eat." I avoided it gently.

"No, I want the original Xiaofan, and return the original Xiaofan to me." Xiaoyou's annoying whimper, I still want to be angry. Who made me like this?

"I just clean it myself."

"No, this saint has to personally transform Xiaofan into her original appearance, and no one can stop me."

With that said, the fool saint persevered up the cherry lips and wanted to continue licking.

With her arms around her neck, I can't hide. I can only go forward and take offense as a defense. I first kissed the restless licking tongue with my mouth.

So a chasing battle began. I and Xiaoyou both fought wisely and bravely. They both wanted to subdue each other. I was far inferior to her in terms of IQ, but in terms of force, I dumped her on the street.

In the end, the force defeated wisdom, and the little ghost did not use his tongue to clear the ink on my face. Instead, he was suppressed by me, and he kissed and kissed it. The robe was messy, the spring light leaked and the breathless appearance. , Really lost the kiss again.

"Stupid Fanfan, Egg Xiaofan, oooo!" The little ghost, who was breathing, simply bite on my shoulder, leaving a clear mark, and then smiled quietly, when I was angry and vajra-shaped , Slammed back into the necklace.

"Damn. You have to hit your **** next time." I grinned and threatened the necklace.

Put on your clothes, simply wash and wash off the ink on your face.

After listening to the movements around for a while, everyone seems to have not come out of the tent. The time should be quite early. Holding the little ghost is really sweet to sleep. I, a guy who often relies on the bed, gets up early.

By the way, Tamoa should also get up, it is better to summon her by this time.

Prudent. I recalled it in my mind. Tamoa told me that she was taking a bath one to two hours after dinner, and did not remind me that it should be washed in the morning. She has no habit of taking a shower in the morning.

That is to say. Now is the time to call for safety.

I slapped my palm. Decided, it is now, summon Lord Wudi!

Take a look at your tent. Although it is not very large, it is enough to summon a place, so I did not go out, and I displayed a grizzly summon in the tent.

As the bright white light lit up, the entire tent was shrouded in white. Suddenly, the light flashed and disappeared, replaced by a slender figure in the middle of the tent.

I:"……"

Tamoa: "..."

"Yo... yo, good morning, Tamoa." I tried to say hello and wanted to explain clearly.

"Listen to me, in fact things are not what you think..."

His mouth was busy explaining, but his eyes couldn't be removed.

That milk-like delicate skin, because of the slight leaning over and bending over, the towering chest, which is particularly prominent, and the rounded buttocks, fell completely in the eyes. The perfect girly curve of the bumps, which is more than that of the Harogas Mountains The rolling mountains are still fascinating.

Appeared in front of me was Tamoa wearing only a set of pink cute underwear, and her little finger was still buckled on the inside of the two sides of the pink pant. I don’t know if I wanted to take it off, or Just put it on.

The other small hand is finishing the pink bra on top, and a slight tilt, revealing the white and attractive spring light, the kind of looming makes my nose itchy.

"It's actually a misunderstanding." I wiped my nose and became awe-inspiring.

then……

"Boom Boom Boom Boom!!!"

"Poof!!!"

With this, a sound that makes people fully reminiscent of what happened has emerged. A figure flew out of the tent door. After landing, he still kept rolling out on the floor for dozens of meters before stopping. Lying on the ground, motionless, like a corpse.

"What happened?" Everyone who heard the sound came out of the tent, and then saw a body fall not far from the ground.

"Isn't this the younger brother?" Turakov, who loved to join the bustle, rushed up first, flipped over the lying body, and exclaimed.

He stretched out his fingers, peeked in front of the other person's nose, retracted it, and shook his head lonely.

"It's over, the younger brother has... no longer."

"What the **** is going on, why did the younger brother become like this?"

"It must have been attacked." Look at the messy and dense footprints on his clothes. This is at least the number of people who have been trampled on by thousands of monsters.

Shahick became an elementary student of death, and came over with a deep rose in his face, showing his sorrow, as if he had found the truth.

"No, it's just an illusion." Sa Qili calmly played with the staff in her hand and looked at Shahick contemptuously, as if to say that if the death pupil became a big bear like you, he was forced to cast a strange yètǐ It's not him but the man in black.

"I think this is more like a deliberate murder, and..." Sa Qili's eyes swept over everyone, cold and full of doubt.

"The prisoner is among us."

"What?" Everyone was shocked. You look at me. I look at you. A strange and bizarre atmosphere of mutual disbelief spreads.

"I'm going to leave this ghost place immediately. I don't want to be with the murderer." Turakov sent out the dead FLag in rage and panic.

"I'm afraid no one can leave now. The only way to the outside world, the suspension bridge, I don't need to look at it. I know that it must have been cut off by the prisoner." Saqili looked silently at the distant transmission. Glancing, sighed.

Just what everyone said. As I said, when I continued to be full of this fictional murder case, I finally opened my eyes and sat up helplessly.

"I said, when do you want to act?"

"Until the moment when the younger brother is willing to get up." Sa Qili looked at me with a smile, showing ambiguous eyes.

"Tell me honestly, brother, did you finally endure the attack and sneak attack on your sister, the result was rejected by the other party. Is it kicked out?"

"It's weird!" I raised my mind coffee table in anger.

When I slept yesterday. Although I didn't get into Altria's tent as others had hoped, but immediately, Beansha entered my tent. As a result, this matter has been ridiculed by everyone. I still have to take it out and continue to tease me.

Fortunately, just in case. With more than one tent on me, I gave Bean Shaza one at the end, or else in front of Altria. I really jumped to the Yellow River and couldn't wash it.

At this time, the account door was opened, and Emperor Wudi's heroic figure appeared in front of everyone.

"Good morning everyone." With a faint smile, Tamoa greeted everyone very politely.

Everyone's eyes became weird.

Shahick patted me on the shoulder: "Good boy, I originally thought it was Biansha. I didn't expect you to be holding the bowl, holding the pot, and staring at the kitchen. I'm afraid that Biansha is already you. Not in a hurry, so he extended his claws to Tamoa."

"Don't mess up, okay, Uncle Shahick." I looked at him pleadingly, and looked at my king with pitiful eyes, hoping she wouldn't get it wrong.

"Sorry, this is my mistake. I can't blame the bear tower." Yingming Shenwu, the honest Emperor Wu Yi, finally stood up and spoke for me, I was moved.

"Bear Tower, are you okay? I was so sorry just now. I kicked out instinctively." With a gentle and redemptive smile like the Virgin, Tamoa stretched out a soft little hand to me and pulled me from the ground. stand up.

"No trouble, no trouble, good kick." I shook my head again and again, and I was content with being able to be forgiven.

"It sounds like ~www.ltnovel.com~ why it always feels wrong." Everyone who was just making a joke, after hearing what I said with Tamoa, his eyes changed.

No, no further misunderstandings will deepen.

I glanced at Tamoa, and after getting her permission, don't slam her face, and shook it out just to avoid the embarrassment.

"Listen to me, Tamoa has really put on clothes, really has put on, but there is still a little bit of wear, I did not see anything..."

When I was in a rush to explain, everyone was already bending over with a smile.

It turns out that this is the case. It should be said that the young man's younger brother is blessed. He should be said that he is out of luck. He can also encounter things with a very low probability.

I couldn’t hear what I said when I saw everyone smiling. I could only stare at the side and get sulky. Fortunately, Artolia didn’t get misunderstood because of this, and got angry at me, as long as she didn’t misunderstand. Anyway, the banner of the elders of the harem has already been flying high, and I don’t care what they say.

*(To be continued...)