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I don’t know which gods of fun are adding fuel to the flames and hindering the members of my family members.

The goddess Ishtar was so angry that her teeth itched with hatred.

She is not as good as Freya, but now she is being held back by people from another world. How long will it take for her to trample Freya under her feet?

Of course, you have to wear shoes when stepping, but you can't reward her...

Just as she was imagining here, the rare news from the Freya family made Ishta pay attention.

Unlike Freya's seemingly upright style, she doesn't have to worry too much.

That guy Apollo, remember that you played in the Prostitute Street several times without giving any money, right?

Goddess Ishtar has an idea...

"Huh? Did the kid just go to the dungeon?"

Was it such a coincidence?

The goddess Freya was in high spirits, and her charming smile seemed somewhat meaningful.

Strange, really strange...

It's like, someone doesn't really want me to know something.

Doesn’t this make God more and more interested?

"That's right...just like this glass of red wine..."

Swaying the wine glass that reflected her beautiful face, the bright red wine exuded a sweet and mellow aroma.

This wine always needs time to brew.

The longer you wait, the sweeter it tastes...

Copy, kill the world.

The innocent young man blinked his eyes in confusion.

A tall, coquettish bitch...no, a holy saint gently held his hand.

Her eyes were always covered with black gauze, as if she was afraid of being discovered.

But the boy could feel it.

Some kind of extremely hot greed was scanning him from top to bottom.

Behind him were almost everyone in the border town.

Directly in front of them was a group of female adventurers, including witches.

The unwillingness and loneliness on the witch's face always gave me a strong sense of déjà vu.

After pondering for a while, the young man suddenly realized.

Isn't this the plot of a commoner's dog-licking to save his girlfriend after a rich second-generation kidnaps her?

Not good…

The witch's dejected look might have caused the other party to chase the carriage while shouting "Swallow"...

Feeling his hands being constantly rubbed and caressed by this righteous saint, the young man could feel some sticky sweat on his palms.

Quite salty and wet.

Although I don't really mind...

The young man looked at the Sword Saint who could be seen even though she was covered in black veil.

Touching your hands is tolerable, but touching your legs is too much...

Didn’t you see the veins popping out on the forehead of the elf archer on the side?

Do you still want to live broadcast the vibration on the carriage?

Chapter 163 The undercurrent of Orario

"Get your dirty hands off me!!"

The Elf Archer couldn't stand it anymore.

Just like the boy thought.

I couldn't bear to touch him. After all, the other party is a gold-level adventurer and the leader of a territory. Although I am the sister of the elf princess, I haven't reached my own territory yet...

The lizard monk and the dwarf Taoist priest had already sat outside the carriage. Inside was the Shura field, but it had little to do with them.

At most, it was just a few words of comfort to the elf archer after he suffered a defeat.

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Steal a man with her?

The Sword Saint looked a little stunned, as if she felt embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, please be considerate of me, an invisible and weak woman. I didn't mean to blaspheme His Excellency the Flaming Sword."

you're lying……

The Elf Archer blushed at these words.

If you really couldn't see it, you wouldn't be a gold-level adventurer!

Moreover, the accuracy of your hand's touch is so high, you told me you can't see it! ?

He angrily pulled the young man over and held him in his arms.

A certain kind of heart-warming aura suddenly made the Elf Archer girl's heart tremble.

It seems that I understand a little bit why the Sword Saint is so anxious...

Shaking his head, the Elf Archer shook off his dirty thoughts.

She is an elf!

Pure spirit!

No matter what, you can't behave like this misplaced Sword Saint!

Ignoring the Sword Saint's indifferent expression, the Elf Archer leaned close to the young man's ear. Whether intentionally or not, her pink and moist lips could always kiss the young man's earlobe while whispering.

After the boy in his arms occasionally trembled slightly, the frequency of inadvertently licking became higher...

However, in fact, the Elf Archer is a rare beautiful girl.

Although she has green hair, green clothes, long ears and barren breasts, her attributes as a virgin make the Elf Archer full of allure.

The fair and smooth skin was occasionally exposed under the light clothes, and the delicate base of the specially placed legs reflected the translucent luster.

The lower abdomen is flat, and if you stretch your waist slightly, you can see the girl's cute belly button.

Although she is a flat-chested girl, she still has her own amazing charm.

"Brother Beauty, how about going to the Elf Forest with me? Anyway, we are supporting the front line. With my sister's care, we can also..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the young man shaking his head firmly.

His expression became solemn and solemn.

It seems to be saying something that should be taken for granted and an unshakable fact.

"I like it here very much. I have to protect the place where I live."

That uncharacteristic determination made the elf archer a little surprised, but also a little understanding.

She had also seen the confrontation between the boy and the demon general Goblin.

They fight against each other almost regardless of their own life or death.

Such a young man will never choose a safe place. He will only firmly walk on the road of protecting his hometown and protecting the people.

The elf archer felt that he had gained a new understanding of the poem sung by the thin bard.

"...but can't you think more about yourself?"

The Elf Archer understood something, and felt more and more sorry for the young man's selfless dedication.

He is so kind.

Even many members of the family who are ignorant of worldly affairs do not have such a pure heart as the young man.

The young man didn't answer, but just held the elf archer's catkin, smiling gently, which made the elf archer a little intoxicated.

"I like everyone, very much."

These words made the Sword Saint, who had never disturbed the Elf Archer's independent play, sincerely smile.

Hold your hands together in front of your chest.

He is still like this, he has never changed.

The Elf Archer's breath became a little hot and thick.

So cute!

So kind!

If the Sword Saint hadn't been here, if there hadn't been outsiders outside, the elf archer, who had endured so much hardship, would have had to let the young man know how dangerous the human heart is!

Outside the carriage, the lizard monk and the dwarf Taoist priest looked at each other and smiled with emotion.

This beautiful guy is indeed a kind person...

Well, their assessment is spot on.

Lord Demon King thinks so too.

After deepening his image through pretending to be young, Lord Demon Lord planned the next step.

I feel that the will of the gods to kill the world is consistent with my own interests.

That was the case with the Demon General Goblin from before.

In this case, Lord Demon Lord knows how to continue acting.

However, the interests and disadvantages are the same, and the short legs on my head still need to be pampered.

After all, they are the rich goddesses who support themselves.

Speaking of...

Can something like a sacred fire deepen and strengthen the anchorage?

There is no other way, then Brother Ku Yiku can only kill the gods of the world.

Being captured by the reincarnation space is unlucky for these careless fun gods...

Gradually, Lord Demon Lord turned his attention to the frontline battlefield.

The Demon King with added ingredients is still a little weaker.

The brave men of this world must be given a little philosophical shock.

As the final big BOSS, how can one still be considered a big BOSS without knowing philosophy?

It is necessary for the righteous protagonist group to be defeated and defeated, and to say that they cannot win, in order to reflect the importance of me as the true protagonist.

Are you right, Miss Brave...

Dicuo, Orario, Street of Prostitutes, Ishtar Familia.

Goddess Ishtar took a long puff of the long cigarette happily, and her strong lips were filled with moist water as she puffed away the smoke.

The eyelashes tremble slightly and the eyelids are lowered.

That intriguing smile made the tall, straight, black and delicate beauty below tremble.

Cassandra Ilion.

A slightly timid black man with a long straight face, at this moment, his delicate face was full of panic that Miaomiao was about to finish.

Cassandra felt unlucky.

Very unlucky!