The Endless Shuttle

"Well?"

Rope turned his head to look at Joan strangely, and the hand that was pulling his belt stopped.

"Punishment". And just now you can do whatever you want without hurting innocent people? It's cheaper for you to combine the two, Miss Jeanne. "

"But I have already apologized! Are you going to go against what you said?"

Accept it can't.

I thought it was over, but between the ups and downs, Joan's heart that had planned for the worst had long been thrown away.

Now that came out like this, Joan was naturally flustered.

Luo Pei curled his lips: "Pets can be decided based on your attitude in the future, 80% will not be realized. But when did I say that if I apologize, I don't need to be punished?"

"You, you!"

The black-haired youth no longer paid attention to the saint, and continued to move.

"Well, don't worry, it won't become what Niyako suggested for a while. I will be as gentle as possible. But if Miss Saint you plan to kick me with your foot, you will take this sentence back."

"..."

"Enjoy together."

PS:

Even if I change it every day, I still want a monthly pass (continue to reach out)

Chapter 104 The Highly Expected Reinforcement

It is indeed a joy to take away the purity of the world-famous Saintess of France.

Especially that shy and frowning face, with an unwilling and annoyed face, if it weren't for Rope's habit of not carrying a mobile phone, he would probably spend the whole night as a mobile phone wallpaper so that he could use it to flirt with Miss Saint.

But the joy and satisfaction only lasted one day.

In the night of the next day, what Luo Pei did to Joan of Arc was repeated on him by the hands of Nayako.

It should be said that Luo Pei is like a god, or Nayazi's bad water is too obvious. Although she was right to let the young devil go to heaven, but on the contrary, Rope's San value almost cleared that night, almost embarking on a crazy road.

"The Swollen Daughter", "The Curse of the Jungle", "Night Dire"...

Think about it, there is still a perfect LoveLove atmosphere in front, and the hind legs immediately become the lowest-level visual horror film in the laughter of the Cthulhu girl. The average person, even the occultist with heterogeneous thinking like Rope feels it. Quite choking. If Niyako did not take back the prank in time and apologized sweetly, then it is likely that the great messenger will be forcibly sent back to the kingdom of God.

-Bad experience.

The time is the third day after the end of the Holy Grail.

The Demon King still didn't feel relieved from the terrible feeling that Naako controlled.

Rope looked ugly and climbed onto the sofa as a dead fish.

After experiencing Naiyazi, he felt that Miss Cthulhu at the time was simply too gentle. Not only did she maintain the posture of a human girl throughout the entire process, but the octopus tentacles behind her also converged very well.

Only when there is contrast, there is a gap-Rope chose to forget that Cthulhu also almost returned to its original form at that time.

From the corridor outside the door, the black-haired Sumona walked into the living room with a cup of herbal tea and asked after placing it in front of Rope.

"My father and my mother are still quarreling? In the morning, my mother has been asking me to speak nice things to her."

"Don't worry about the problem girl... She deserves Play for her."

Luo Pei turned over and took his daughter's tea.

"Has Lorelia gone?"

"If Father is referring to the lifeless guy, she left half an hour ago."

"Really, London's Clock Tower..." Luo Pei took a sip of tea, "I hope that Marshal Demon Road can cheer up and show off some residual heat, otherwise it would be quite troublesome to go to the Clock Tower to find another powerful agent."

The fulfillment of Nero's wish required a part of Lorelei's power.

After all, neither the secret church of Falos nor the forces of Eltluci's dead followers could serve as an existence that could help the Roman emperor "rule". A semi-official organization like the Magic Association is a good way to put pressure on Italian magicians, no matter what you think.

"Samona doesn't understand..." The evil demigod nodded his chin: "If your father wants the "clock tower", why not just grab it? If there is no human being as powerful as the father, then Sumona can accomplish this easily. "

"It's not a question of strength." Rope smiled and shook his head.

"Butterfly will set off a storm, let alone destroy the existing world order. That result will only complicate what was originally simple."

"...Sure enough, I still don't understand."

"It's okay, these are what I need to worry about. You don't have to worry about Mona."

"Um!"

Sumona looked straight at her father, and slowly, the smile at the corner of her mouth faded and turned into an unspeakable nostalgia and reluctance.

The evil demigod is strictly a set life.

It's like a software program, written by Nai Yazi, and finally achieves what it is now with the help of this world's evil.

But even the setting, the moment Sumona appeared in reality, it became her past and instinct. Sumona knew it very well, and agreed with it.

——She is a servant born for the glory of her father.

Believe in the father, love the father, respect the father, and give everything to him.

This is all she has, and even Nyarlatotepu, who is the **** of Sumona, can't compare the importance of Rope.

Maybe this is also set.

But Sumona doesn't care. The essence is the chaotic evil of all mankind. She cherishes the feelings that can have a "clear" cognition.

Sumona's long silence made Rope a little strange, he turned his head and asked.

"What's wrong?"

"...The time to go to Mother Mother's country is determined, five days later."

The evil demigod said softly.

"Samona has just been born, so she can only stay with her father for such a short time. And if we leave this time, I don't know when we will meet with my father next time..."

"Don't you want to go?"

"Um……"