The Overlord Journey of the God of Creation

Because of the long horns, Aya can only sleep on her back, and if she wants to roll, she has to transform her horns.

Flicking her fingers over the crystal long horns, Camelia was amazed that there could be such a beautiful thing in the world.

It's like a handicraft made of the most beautiful glass, with no roughness or bumps on it, making it hard to put it down.

Preya swallowed.

At this moment, she and Camelia felt the same way.

Because she didn't want to disturb Aya, she touched Aya's corner first, but the overly good touch kept teasing her heart.

"I want to grab Mommy's horns from behind and hold her down from above..."

Priya shook her head.

"No, how can I have such disrespectful thoughts, I really...but, this..."

A little bit, if you lick it, there should be no problem.

I just lick it and don't do anything superfluous...

Preya felt a little psychedelic in her mood, as if she was really drunk, she slowly approached Aya.

Although the handle of the horns is very good, the skin is still better, especially the ears are very cute.

Camelia, on the other hand, has a greater interest in the horn...

However, at this moment, Preya moved too much and accidentally crushed Aya's tail.

"Um~" The very sensitive tail was pressed, and Aya made a strange sound, and she wanted to open her eyes in a daze.

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The bushes in the forest rustled, and black figures shuttled through the period.These animals with drooping tails wake up in the middle of the night and gather from all directions towards the valley bottom in the center of the forest.

I only heard a burst of hurried and dense footsteps, and before I knew it, there were still many dark shadows lurking in this small valley.

The dark clouds drifted away, and their figures were illuminated by the cold and bright moonlight.

They have pitch-black fur, strong and vigorous bodies, sharp claws and fangs as sharp as iron, and a pair of dark green pupils, which shine like two bright lamps at night.

One of the top predators in the forest - the ghost wolf.

A single adult ghost wolf has the threat level of a silver-level adventurer, but this animal lives in packs most of the year.

They are good at cooperating with each other and hunting together. When wolves gather together, they even have the strength to hunt Mithril-level monsters.

Ghost wolves have a habit, or most wolf species and monsters among werewolves have this habit-they will be affected by the brilliance of the full moon.

On the night of the full moon, the excitement and desire of the wolf species will increase significantly, and various physical abilities will also be corrected, but correspondingly, rationality and calmness will decrease.

On the other side of the continent, there is a country controlled by werewolves.On every full moon night, they will compete for places through fighting competitions. These werewolves enter the arena, and then put humans or goatmen into it.

The blood and the moonlight of the full moon will stimulate the reason of the werewolf, and in the daytime, the venue is often full of blood and pieces of minced meat.

And the monsters of the wolf species also have the habit of roaring at the moon on the night of the full moon, and these ghost wolves gathered here for this purpose.

But now, they gathered in this valley, and the light of the full moon shone on their heads, but none of them dared to growl.

Wolves are very class-conscious animals. In a wolf pack, high-ranking male wolves have priority in enjoying food, water, and females. There is only one way to determine class, and that is force.

As long as you defeat the alpha wolf, you can become the alpha wolf, so the alpha wolf must be the most powerful wolf.

The leader of this pack of wolves was lying prone on a huge boulder, it was at least a circle bigger than the other ghost wolves, and it was almost as strong as a horse.

Only when it howls, other wolves dare to growl.

But it just lay on the stone with its tail hanging down, motionless.

It didn't dare, because it felt it, or rather all wolves felt it.It was the aura of an irresistible powerhouse that made them fear, tremble, and excited.

The Wolf King is nearby.

Just feeling that presence, they dare not move.On this full moon night, the forest was unusually quiet.

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At this moment, the two 'wolf kings' who made the wolves fearful were unexpectedly very embarrassed.

Excessive alcohol intake, as well as the full moon in the sky, have made their wills slackened.But now, Aya opened her eyes.

In an instant, the back was drenched in cold sweat, as if the alcohol had been squeezed out, leaving no sense of blur.

The clear moonlight shone down from the light-transmitting tent roof, illuminating the scene of the three of them.

Aya lay in the middle, looking like she couldn't figure out what happened.Camelia lay on her left, holding Aya's arms between her own chest.On the other side, Preya's lips were already on Aya's ear.

"It's over..." Preya's eyes darkened.

In this way, I will definitely be hated by my mother!

"Preya, you actually shot at Mom, you pervert, Oedipus, don't come near me!"