System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Why do you feel better when you touch yourself?What is the principle?

Could it be some kind of strange ability awakened after advanced semi-mythical form?Just like Syl's [Hand of Redemption]?

Just when Ashara showed a puzzled expression, Syl raised her hand a little more, but Ashara quickly reacted and blocked it.

"Above, no." Ashara decisively stopped Syl's movements.

But after stopping Syl's movements, Ashara quickly felt Syl's depression.

Syl's mood was low, which made Ashara a little at a loss, although she really wanted to make Syl happy - after all, Syl didn't seem to have a rest these days, and his spirit was very exhausted.

But Ashara couldn't let Syl continue to touch it, because she was shy...

Ashara lowered her head, struggled for a while, then grabbed Syl's right hand, put it on her lap, and said softly:

"Touch...here, the effect should be the same?"

Even through the robe, Syl could still feel the tenderness of Ashara's thighs, Syl could clearly encircle her slender long legs with her two palms... She subconsciously rubbed back and forth, Ashara didn't make any movement, nor did she stop her.

This time it was Syl's turn to be stunned, wondering if he should keep touching his hands.

Syl originally wanted to play tricks on Ashara, wanting to see how she opened her hand shyly.

But Syl didn't expect that Ashara actually "marked" a place for Syl to touch in order to make Syl happy.

This next feeling of guilt for deceiving innocent//sister suddenly surged into Syl's heart.

During the day, the archbishop has to worry about the affairs of the church, and at night, he has to be tricked and abducted by some little devil to wantonly profiteer.

Woooooo... She really, I cried to death.

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PS:

The number of missing words will be added later. After the absence of full attendance, it feels like flexible work 2333

feature film -

[1. Monkey King's golden cudgel can be big or small, so why not make it bigger and use it as a bridge when crossing the Tongtian River? 】

[Answer: There is no task reward for card bugs]

[2. Who is more accurate in the 1-minute timing of my game and I, I lose every time, do you have any good skills? 】

【3. We can call redox reaction electronic sports】

Good morning!

Chapter 350, Chapter 320, with the blood of the cult, enthroned the Black Emperor (2000-word chapter)

Ashara's performance made Syl unable to think of bullying her at all.

After pinching Ashara's soft thigh for the last time, Syl took his hand away, turned around, lay down on the bed, rested his head on Ashara's lap, looked at Ashara and smiled. with.

Seeing that Syl stopped, Ashara was still a little puzzled, she looked down at Sill's face, and asked blankly:

"Can't you touch your legs?"

"Ahem..." Syl almost choked when she heard Ashara's rhetorical question, she coughed twice in embarrassment, then quickly shook her head.

"Uh... no, it's over, it's over."

"Oh..." Ashara nodded as if suddenly realizing, and then fell silent.

Ashara's purpose of coming here to ask questions has been achieved, and there is actually nothing else to say.

Originally, she could say goodbye directly, go to sleep or go to the meeting room to deal with things, but she didn't do that.

Because Syl was still lying on his lap.

Looking down at Syl's more and more beautiful face, she felt as if there were ants crawling in her heart, and she didn't hate this feeling.

Maybe I should tell Syl about this feeling?

If you ask Syl, she will definitely tell herself, what kind of feeling is this... After all, little Syl seems to understand this aspect very well.

When Ashara came back to her senses and lowered her head to ask Syl, she found that Syl had closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Ashara didn't even need to activate her spirit vision, she knew that this was the mental exhaustion caused by Ting Syl's excessive mental tension.

It is estimated that Searle has not rested for several days, and her sixth-level induction can sense the fluctuations of teleportation from outside the window of Searle's room every now and then.

Ashara gently stroked Syl's forehead, helping her smooth out her slightly wrinkled brows.

Ashara remained still and waited for more than ten minutes. After Syl was fast asleep, she picked her up, put her gently on the bed, and let her rest on the pillow.

After taking a last look at Syl before leaving, Ashara couldn't hold back, and gently pinched Syl's face.

As long as it is a human being with normal aesthetics, it is impossible to resist not doing anything after seeing Syl's beautiful sleeping face.

Of course, Ashara didn't think about anything strange, but after pinching Syl's face with her hand, she felt a little guilty, then stood up as if she had done something wrong, and walked away quickly.

If Syl was awake at this time and saw this scene, he would definitely tell Ashara solemnly that she could do whatever she wanted after she fell asleep!Don't have any worries!

Of course, Syl was still asleep, and he didn't see Ashara walking away in shame.

I have to say that the point of shame that the two feel is a bit different.

Syl touched Ashara with his hands up and down, and when he was about to touch the sensitive parts, he felt ashamed when he faced Ashara's innocent eyes.

As for Ashara, just taking advantage of Syl's sleep and gently pinching her face, she felt that she had done something wrong.

Of course, everything depends on comparison.

Lover came and touched them all.

Perhaps because of falling asleep on Ashara's lap, Syl slept very peacefully this time.

He didn't have to worry about all kinds of things, and he didn't need to think about things about the evil god's favored person every day, so he slept peacefully and peacefully all night.

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The next morning, Seale woke up early, feeling his brain was more awake than ever.

After waking up, Syl laid out his mattress with a sense of ritual, and after washing, he changed into his saintess robe.

After several days of laying the groundwork, Syl is ready to release the first world quest to kill the cultists.

Especially in today's situation of complete rest, Searle also felt that the time was ripe.

Those extraordinary people who have received so many promotion methods almost free from Sill, it is time to contribute to Sill's plan.

Although Searle didn't come out by himself, Searle still dressed herself up beautifully in order to appear more ceremonial.

After thinking for a while, Syl went to the spiritual coherence to ask a question.

[Saint]: "Little emperor, do you need to choose a look or something?"

[Black Emperor]: "Why? I don't need it, I feel that I am cool now!"

[Saint]: "Uh...yes."

Hearing the slightly proud tone of the Black Emperor, Syl expressed his obedience.

Originally, Syl wanted to do her hair up or add some cool jewelry, but since she didn't want it, then forget it.

After making his own preparations, Seale went downstairs and walked towards the conference room.

At this early hour, there are not many church personnel in the aisle.

After Syl walked into the conference room, he found that there was no one there, only Ashara sitting alone at the head, with stacks of files in front of her.

"Archbishop, are you still awake?" Syl walked towards Ashara, with a worried tone.

"Morning," Ashara nodded after looking up at Syl, "I have no need for sleep."

"It's not a question of whether to sleep or not, but to rest. One must give oneself some time to relax..." Searle sighed, and did not continue to follow this topic.

After all, now is a critical juncture, not to mention Suramar, the whole world is in a tense situation.

Even Syl couldn't forcefully tell Ashara to ignore everything and take a good rest.

"archbishop."

"Huh? What's wrong."

"Let the church staff shrink back today, and the best thing is to inform other churches not to take action today."

"Okay, but for what reason?"

Ashara was very surprised by what Syl said, but she agreed right away.

"Just say..." Syl replied after thinking for a while, "Stick to the church and prevent the counterattack of the cultists."

"Cultists... counterattack?" No matter how calm Ashara was, she couldn't help frowning slightly at this moment.

Now the cultists are still in a state of being suppressed, at least in Suramar.

How could such cultists organize a counterattack?

"Yes, heretics... You can also say that they are favored ones, the counterattack of the heirs of the evil god." Syl nodded.

"How...how did you know?" Ashara asked this sentence, an answer suddenly flashed in her mind, and she blurted out, "Dark Emperor?"

"The time is ripe, all you need is an irresistible reward, and the supernatural beings all over the world will join in the frantic hunt for cultists."

Syl smiled and said:

"They will use the blood of the cultists to help the Black Emperor ascend the throne."

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PS:

2000 words are missing... I owe, I owe... A total of [-] words are owed, and I will make up for it within this month.