Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

"……Yes."

Azrael reached out and began to undress herself.

Chapter 30 Drive the Tiger to Eat the Wolf

The blouse, which simply covered key parts with a piece of cloth the size of a corset, was undone just by undoing the loose buttons. On the snow-white skin, two small bright red spots swayed slightly with the trembling of the body.

"To... my lord... I offer my everything, meow..."

Azrael resisted the urge to protect her chest, put her hands together in front of her body, and then knelt down directly on the ground, her forehead touched the back of her hands, and her slender wings were pressed against her hips. The light wheel almost stopped turning.

Sacrifice? . . .

Looking down at the Flügel girl lying in front of him like a cat, Chen Mo waved his hand, and a black silk cloth fell from midair, lightly covering the opponent's naked body.

"Woo meow...?"

There was a suspicious voice from the slightly raised silk cloth, and then Azrael quickly poked her head out, but she also understood what Chen Mo meant, and wrapped herself tightly with both hands holding the edge of the silk cloth, Showing a pair of curious eyes.

"Adults don't need to please meow?"

"Hmm... obedient cats are good." Chen Mo squatted down and patted Azrael's head lightly: "It's just a pity that I'm a little stupid."

stupid……

Ranked sixth in the race sequence, the Flügel, who had left a terrific reputation in the God War era, would be called stupid. If other races dared to say such ignorant wild words, Azrael would definitely let them Taste the wrath of the Flügel well.

But it was Chen Mo who said those words.

Ranked first in the race sequence, the god of the same level of life as Artosh, the creator of the Flügel.

Now he even controls the rise and fall of the entire Flügel.

"My lord...don't like meow?"

Azrael raised her head slightly, and gently rubbed against Chen Mo's palm as if she was begging for her master's loving pet, then retracted her neck, letting the palm that was caressing her head be empty.

The next moment, the feeling of warmth and wrapping came from the fingertips.

Chen Mo frowned, and looked at the moist eyes of the Flügel girl.

"Mmm... Suck... Mmmmm..."

Because Azrael had her finger in her mouth, Azrael couldn't say anything, so she could only lick the fingertip in her mouth lightly. At the same time, because of the action of licking her finger, crystal saliva overflowed the corner of her mouth within a short while. It looks almost as sexy as the Miss Chosen to the extreme.

The Flügel... What a terrifying race.

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, the moist touch tightly wrapped around his fingertips, the inner wall of the cavity carried the girl's scorching body temperature, and the liquid secreted by the soft and tender flesh made it easy for him to penetrate to the end...

However, such an ambiguous atmosphere didn't last long. After a few glances with Azrael, Chen Mo directly stabbed his whole finger in.

"Since you are stupid, you have to look stupid."

The fingers inserted into the mouth hooked the throat and eyes, and then squeezed the jaw with other fingers. Chen Mo stared at Azrael as if checking the teeth of an animal: "Cats who are too smart are not cute, understand?"

"woo woo woo woo……!"

Because her mouth was pinched and her tongue was hooked, Azrael could only nod vigorously.

"Okay, get up by yourself." Chen Mo let go, stood up and looked around at the Flügel who were staring at him: "Just you mob, how dare you say you are the elite of the sixteen races?"

Under Chen Mo's gaze, all the Flügel lowered their heads slightly, but their expressions were somewhat dissatisfied.

Is it an honor for you to bully the lower races by relying on the ability of the gods... probably that's how it feels.

"What, do you think I'm wrong?"

Chen Mo clapped his hands casually, then looked back at Azrael who just got up from the ground: "Thousands of years have passed since the war of gods ended, what have you guys done in these thousands of years?"

"Collect, knowledge from all over the world..." Azrael tightened the silk cloth wrapped around her body: "Look for the reason why Master Artosh was defeated in the first place."

"Artoxiu? Your creator has long since fallen."

Chen Mo sneered twice: "Indulging in the memories of the deceased... To say that you are weak and incompetent is to praise you."

Azrael didn't speak any more, she lowered her head slightly, her eyes were filled with a heavy sadness that couldn't be resolved.

That's right, Artosh, the god of war, has fallen... Falling in the battle of capturing the flag among the gods six thousand years ago, this is a fact that no matter how much she tries to avoid it, she can't change it.

Watching Azrael's weak expression, Chen Mo sneered and reiterated again: "Artoxiu, that poor and pathetic guy, the waste god who was designed to be played to death by mere human species—and you, the waste god created A bunch of waste rotten fish and rotten shrimp, the waste went to a pile."

"You... just want to humiliate us, meow?"

"humiliation?"

Chen Mo shook his head: "Do you think my words are humiliating the Flügel and Artosh?"

"Isn't it meow?!" Azrael bit her lips and stared at Chen Mo, tears of grievance rolled in her eyes.

"I'm just stating the facts." Chen Mo spread his hands and said calmly, "Or you think I'm wrong, then prove yourself with actual actions, and prove that the Flügel is not a bunch of trash."

"How to prove meow?"

"This... let me think about it..."

Finally got to the point...

Chen Mo's eyes intersected with Jibril's, and the latter immediately showed an expression of "I've seen through you", and the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Then, let's set a small goal first—how about dominating the entire race?"