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Not only did he hold his breath, but his movements also stopped for a moment.
But in the end he jumped.
The space in the house is not very large. There are thick piles of hay on the ground. There is nothing that can be called furniture. There is only a simple stove burning quietly in the corner of the room, letting the air flow.
It is mixed with the subtle smell of burning firewood and the fishy smell of dry straw, but more importantly, it is the fragrance that is vague but seems to fill the entire nasal cavity...
Edward took a deep breath and felt that the temperature in this room was extremely high. It made him feel... the urge to breathe.
Yes, the temperature is very high... So in this small space, on the thick layer of straw, there are several bodies lying like this. When Edward's eyes turn slightly, these dry plants are on his side.
A gorgeous golden background formed in the field of vision, highlighting those smooth curves that were so white that they were almost transparent, without any obstruction.
There is no concealment...nearly perfect...smooth curves that belong directly to a woman.
Those scattered golden and silver hair, pointed but not too slender ears, are enough to prove their identity. And these creatures with elven blood have inherited the slender and delicate ears without exception.
Beauty, even if it has been stained with some dust and dead grass, the nephrite-like skin still seems to be shining with a layer of shimmer, with a breathtaking beauty.
No, maybe the legendary elves may not be able to have such a fatal attraction... After all, those children of nature are delicate. Although they are exquisite, they can easily lose their richness from human eyes - Edward's mind flashed
Some bards have circulated privately about various heroic epics... comments; only humanoid creatures can reflect the charm of hybrids, and even exceed the attraction that any single race can possess.
The limit of strength...
The curvature of those breasts and waist seems to have an inexplicable magnetic force, perfectly attracting every bit and every trace of the uninvited guest's sight, wandering on it endlessly, unable to bear to leave, even Edward has seen similar scenes for a long time.
Countless, but now he understands that those things separated by a layer of screen are only close to reality after all. What's more, compared with such close or even exceeding perfect proportions, compared with these soft and delicate things without pollution, what is the matter?
Hot, all woodpeckers are weak... No, they can't be compared at all... That's simply insulting...
Slender and smooth may be used to describe this situation. Pink jade is nothing more than that. The most important thing now is that it is four times slender and smooth... four times pink and jade. And it seems that it should be the most beautiful.
Perfect, the right age for picking… In this case…
Edward's eyes kept moving, but they only focused on each body. Several thoughts were spinning in his mind, but they all seemed to be similar, and his breathing began to become involuntarily heavy.
"Milk, no, it's fluorite, no, no, how do you describe this kind of thing? Silk? No, no, nephrite, warm and fragrant? This is a good word... add one part and it's too fat, subtract one part and it's too thin?
Yes, yes, they are all very appropriate descriptions..."
Is the description "inferior bisexual creature" worth so much?
A voice that suddenly disrupted all thoughts rang in his mind, causing the hunter's body to shake involuntarily. He took a deep breath and finally threw aside all the disturbing Qisili thoughts in his mind.
! Then he mocked in his heart to cover up his embarrassment just now, and then used the long counterattack that was not unexpected in his mind to make his mind a little clearer.
"What do you know!? I am analyzing and praising from an artistic point of view. The admiration and appreciation for such perfect luster and lines formed by nature should come from the heart - even though I am just a spar,
There is no heart in the true sense, but isn't the word heart originally used to describe the place of the spirit? The highest-level slaves are not ordinary people, they are property, especially these ones, who are slender and flexible.
knuckles, and the perfectly curved cranial cavity... I bet they must be excellent spell casters... Hey, speaking of it, not only has your body temperature increased, but the blood flow throughout your body seems to be abnormal. It seems that
Did it all spread to one place? Are you sure that this level of swelling...doesn’t require a priest to treat you?”
What a blessing, what a character...
The clearer thinking allowed the hunter to ignore the annoying nagging of the spiritual crystal servant, and at the same time, it also made him notice the subtle dark red luster in the haystacks next to each beautiful figure - I am afraid it is the same as the strange one in the air.
The scent matches the insidious magic trap.
Fortunately, this kind of trap is not complicated. Edward just made a slight detour in the straw and perfectly avoided it.
And this trap, which almost made people irrecoverable in an instant, also made Edward's movements more cautious - he carefully stretched out his hand and brushed it over the body of a half-elf. The strange feeling coming from his fingertips made him wince.
Frown.
The half-elf was looking at him at the moment. His green eyes were unblinking.
When the hunter's hands touched the smooth naked skin, her elastic waist trembled slightly, but she did not make any sound. Only her delicate face was slightly distorted with a look of pain - not
Because of Edward's touch, the metal block bound to her wrist, which was an inch thick and a foot and a half square, was trembling endlessly. Among the extremely fine patterns etched on it, there were tiny blue lights.
There is a slight flow among the patterns,
As long as he focused his attention, Edward could notice the strong red light on the metal plate.
"Don't speak, answer me with blinking eyes, once for affirmation and twice for denial." Edward whispered: "Can the magic on this thing disappear with destruction?" The half-elf blinked - on her face
His expression was a little confused, but he seemed to have judged certain situations.
"So, will some warning be triggered?" "Will you be harmed if you break it?"
Raising his eyebrows, Edward continued to ask. After the other party gave two negatives, he waved the long sword in his hand and made two soft clicks. The magic lines that were cut off along the flow of light suddenly exploded.
There was a string of sparks, and then the magic luster on the entire iron block dimmed... The hunter gently lifted his wrist and cut off the latches that were originally held together, and casually dismantled the thing.
"Who are you?" the half-elf asked, and his voice was not surprisingly smooth and melodious. But it was quite surprising - the metal was not just a simple shackle, but a complex magical instrument with a tiny current attached to it. , not only can perfectly restrict the freedom of locked creatures, but can even suppress their spell-casting ability. Moreover, although this kind of restraint device is not known for its sturdiness, because it is made of metal, it makes disassembly easy. It was extremely difficult. However, in the hands of this young man, the thing seemed as fragile as a wooden and clay toy.
Dismantling magic items is actually not an easy task - ordinary magic items have extraordinary qualities due to the infusion of magic, and those related to the flow of magic have complex textures that also have primary and secondary distinctions. , it is not just random destruction that can stop the flow of magic power.
But for Edward, who can clearly see the magic glow and possesses a sharp sword, this is indeed not a difficulty——
"Can you walk? Can you use weapons?" Edward did not answer the question, but asked in a low voice. At the same time, he waved the long sword in his hand. With a subtle clicking sound, the shackles on the hands of the remaining three half-elves were all cut off. He broke it off and stuffed it into the space bag in his arms. Then he casually pulled out the two cloaks that were originally used as spares.
This was originally just a spare piece of clothing, but fortunately it was used by men, and the area was relatively large. After cutting it with a long sword, it was enough to cover the bodies of four people. It was just that it had been locked up for too long, or because of those The strange fragrance, the movements of several half-elves were involuntarily slow, and the beautiful scenery made Edward's breathing become even more rapid.
It's a pity that this beautiful scenery can only remain in my mind. Not to mention that there is no camera equipment in this world. Even if there are crystals that can leave images, I don't have one on hand now...
Compared with the hunter's cramped vision, the half-elves seemed to behave in a calm and generous manner...perhaps because they adhere to the concept of nature and are not bound by the hypocritical morality of humans, or because of the darkness in the room. They didn't realize that the man in front of them could observe every detail of their bodies almost unaffected by the light...
Even those beautiful and pointed pink hair, as well as the compact secret hidden under the sparse golden and silver hair.
...Fortunately, the next part was much simpler - the mage obviously did not expect that the entire camp would fall into a passive state, so although there were traps on the door, the walls did not take any precautions - of course, These huge stones and plaster walls originally did not need any protection, but when they faced an opponent who could use acid and had a sharp long sword that cut iron as well as mud, , the original solidity has become as fragile as mud.
"There is a small forest not far in this direction. Once you get there, you should be safe... In addition, they are just caught in something and they may catch up soon, so you'd better move quickly. Some……"
"You won't come with us...?"
After hesitating for a moment, one of the half-elves spoke up - The sufferer always has to express a certain amount of concern for the benefactor who suddenly appears and saves him from the fire and water.
Unfortunately, his concern was not responded to. Edward just shook his head and turned around the corner of the house.
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It wasn't until those figures were approaching the woods that Edward turned around and threw the dagger he picked up from a mercenary corpse at the door, causing the magic trap above to explode with a bang.
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