Chapter 453 Angela and Rommel's Artificial Insemination (Part 2)
"You bastard," with the sound of the bedroom door being closed, Himegami Rommel stared at Don Quixote with a stern expression. Apparently Angela had already told what happened to her and was waiting outside.
Rommel, "Don't think I don't know. One time you drank too much and you told me something like, 'Give me a hair, and I'll create a race for you'! You clearly want it."
"Ka!" Don Quixote sealed Angela's egg cells that had begun to develop and placed them in a temperature control box. Then, wearing a mask, he raised his head and looked at Rommel, and said vaguely, "Then
Are you taking it off or not?" The tone was full of ridicule. It was obvious that Don Quixote did not need to be too serious in front of this woman.
"Take it off!" After much thought, Rommel finally decided to sacrifice himself for the sake of his children and squeezed out the word through his teeth. Then, compared to Angela's shyness, Rommel tore it off in one go.
I was wearing pajamas, underwear and underwear, and then I lay on the bed in the same posture, with my legs spread wide, "Don Quixote, please remember, this is the last time in my life that I will be with a man."
If you expose your body in front of me, you will never have such an opportunity again!"
After saying that, Rommel closed his eyes and looked like he was at your mercy. Obviously, although she said this, the meaning of her words was, if you want to do that with me through this.
, then you can come.
With the searchlight on his forehead, Don Quixote also admired Rommel's body completely exposed in front of him for the first time. His perfect figure, his breasts that were still standing proudly even after thousands of years, and his fair skin.
The pink skin gives people the impression that this is no longer a life.
The skin of a thousand-year-old monster is that of a girl less than twenty years old. It is worthy of being a race passed down by incestuous marriages for thousands of years. It can be said that it has almost perfectly copied the best genes of their ancestors, even if they are not used.
The purified bloodline is a good enough bloodline.
Of course, as a pure pervert, Don Quixote did not forget to observe the places that men would pay attention to, and because of the keen perception of the Eternal Knight King, even if she closed her eyes, she could detect the person standing beside the bed.
The man's gaze is staying somewhere on himself.
"Asshole!" After raising his leg and groping for direction, Rommel kicked him out. "What are you looking at?"
"Don't make trouble," Don Quixote gently grabbed Rommel's feet with his hands, then picked up the pajamas on the ground and threw them on her. Your upper body does not need to be exposed, "and while I am extracting the basic unit
You must not move around when you are taking the body, otherwise it will be bad if you accidentally hurt your internal organs."
"Humph!" Rommel withdrew his feet, covered his chest with his pajamas, and stopped talking to Don Quixote.
"Really." Don Quixote sighed slightly, and then squatted down slightly and came to Rommel. A spiritual energy as thick as half a little finger directly invaded Rommel's body, moving towards Rommel like a snake.
The deepest organs and organs wandered in the direction of the ovaries. The same coldness but with a silky touch made Rommel involuntarily.
Taking a deep breath, his body couldn't help but contract violently. The Forbidden Demon Realm of the Eternal Knight King combined with the powerful muscles, Don Quixote's spiritual energy was directly cut off. To be precise, it was pinched.
It disappeared into ashes, not even a bit of residue was left. "My Goddess Mythra," Don Quixote pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly, "Fortunately, it's just psychic power."
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"What should we do next?" After Don Quixote finished extracting the egg cells, Rommel put on his pajamas with a look of resentment. Obviously, for some reasons, perhaps psychological factors, whenever Don Quixote's psychic energy penetrated
After entering, she couldn't help but shrink her body and was penetrated back and forth by Don Quixote more than a dozen times before she finally
Her egg cells were successfully taken out, but fortunately, it happened to be Rommel's ovulation period, and there happened to be a mature and healthy egg. Such naturally mature eggs are actually more favored by Don Quixote.
, "Is it okay to just put them together? Like those things for men and women?"
"The basic unit of two women does not have that function," Don Quixote carefully put Rommel's egg cells in his daughter's saliva, sealed it, and closed the lid of the box.
Then he raised his head and took off his mask, "I want to go to Xia's alchemy laboratory.
Let my subordinates fuse these two basic units together and place them in Ms. Angela's uterus, so that they can be conceived smoothly. When the child's brain matures, I will apply to the goddess Mystra, and then
You can reincarnate your child’s soul into Ms. Angela’s belly.”
"The relationship between us is really strange," Rommel suddenly sighed as he looked at Don Quixote, who had a serious look on his face. "You don't want me, and you don't allow other men to touch me, yet you treat me so well.
"
"Don't get entangled in this issue." Don Quixote threw all his white coat, gloves and other messy things into the space ring. "Not every question has an answer. You can ask me some questions."
Why, I don’t know, maybe,”
As he spoke, Don Quixote reached out and pinched Rommel's face, "I just like relationships that end there? You know, I have no shortage of lovers, just like the one I recently left behind in Tirurag.
That lover from Antarctica, although I haven’t seen her for a while.”
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The huge alchemy laboratory, looking around, is full of mature hybrid night elves. Among the many glass containers, there is a unique glass container, in which floats a person about the same size as Shirley.
The pure-blood half-elf, with his hands clasped around his flat chest, looked somewhat similar to Lilith. His whole body was curled up and floating in the center of the jar. His long hair was as attractive as dancing demons under the influence of the rising water.
"Crash!" Accompanied by the sound of some kind of liquid flowing, all the liquids in the jars were being emptied. Apparently, these dark elves had finished growing. This time Don Quixote came not only to transform the embryos, but also to
Take this group of dark elves away.
With the development of the country, he felt more and more that such an intelligence organization was needed to monitor the entire Germanic Third Republic, just like the Jinyiwei established by Zhu Yuanzhang during the ancient Chinese Ming Dynasty on Earth. The difference between the two was that Zhu Yuanzhang could not completely
Controlling the Jin Yiwei, Don Quixote can use various secret techniques he possesses to control this group of night elves who are born with extremely strong stealth talents.
And he had to choose the night elves because of this. In terms of concealment, the difference between ordinary people and night elves is really huge. Never doubt the power of talent. Don Quixote was called "Genius is" back then.
This sentence of "one percent talent and ninety-nine percent hard work" deceived him for many years. In fact, he finally discovered that people with high talent are more likely to succeed than you. Even if you don't accept it, you can only
It can be just a kind of self-comfort.
After all the liquid was drained, the dark elves floating inside were also taken out of the glass jars by the artificial humans waiting on the side. Apparently, the dormant drugs in their bodies had not been exhausted. According to Xingji
De estimated that it would take at least a few hours of sleep to get rid of the influence of the drug.
"Although these girls are just like ordinary people," Xingid scratched his thick hair, "each of them is like a newborn baby. Are you sure you can use such people?"
"What do you think the magic circle outside the glass jar is for?" Don Quixote reached out and touched the dense lines on the glass jar closest to him. The lines have been connected to the elemental pool channel underground in the alchemy base. Obviously, that should be
It is a source of energy, "I have worked hard
Ku collected the memories of one hundred and one girls from the world of Faerun, and after some modifications, instilled them into them through these magic circles. Even if they had never been in contact with this world, when they woke up, they still
He will use his body extremely skillfully."
"Weird ability," Singed curled his lips, with a trace of envy in his eyes, "But one day, I think my alchemy can also do all this!"
"Ha, I look forward to the day when you can convert human memory into physical words!"
Flying to the Sambia airship, these one hundred dark elf girls were lying on the window looking at the sea of clouds outside in surprise. In a sense, this was the first time they had flown in the sky in their self-awareness.
, because the memories Don Quixote gave them were not very good. They were basically either beggars, thieves, or slaves.
Slaves are all poor people at the bottom of society. Even for the pure-blooded night elf sitting next to him, Don Quixote only gave her a descendant of an adventurer. Her parents, both night elves, died.
She was left an orphan wandering in Faerûn, but she was discovered by Don Quixote's organization and was brought here.
Although these girls all have the blood of dark elves, which is supposed to be an introverted character, Don Quixote has ignored one thing, that is, the blood comes from his aunt who is a special jumper, and in the world of Faerûn,
Even an incomplete bloodline can convey a small amount of information. Naturally, the personalities of these girls are the same as Lilith.
Therefore, these half-elf girls who have never seen the sea of clouds, and because of the memory Don Quixote gave them, that they are a very trustworthy person who can be respected and loved like a father, are not afraid of themselves since they woke up.
They started chatting endlessly as they became familiar with each other, just like when his aunt first saw him.
The buzz of more than a hundred people gathering together made Don Quixote feel like he had traveled back to the earth. When he was still in school, there were dozens of people in a class studying for self-study. This was how it felt when the teacher was away.
, like countless bees, but Don Quixote is not like his class teacher
Ren yelled at these girls, except that he was not a person who liked to lose his temper. More importantly, this should be considered the last leisure time for these little guys. After returning to the Sixth Ring Base, what they had to face came from
Training as a master half-elf assassin will make them lose the motivation to speak.
However, after all, Don Quixote, who still had a headache, turned around and left the hall, and instead went to the cockpit at the front. Naturally, it was another scene that made him nostalgic. When he passed by that area, the half-elf there
They took the initiative to shut up, and after Don Quixote left, the buzzing started again, and he even heard it
Some girls were commenting on themselves in a low voice, such as saying that a handsome and secure uncle should look for someone like this when looking for a man. This not only satisfied his little vanity, but also gave him a headache.
It was obvious that they were given very painful memories, but unfortunately their own personalities made them modify their own memories.
"Why are you following me? Why don't you chat with them?" Don Quixote had just reached the cockpit that was previously controlled by the magic circle, and saw the only pure-blooded night elf also walking in. Compared with those little ones,
Guys, since this girl woke up, her expression has been a little subtle, as if she is pensive and hesitant, as if she is a born thinker.
"Bang!" After closing the cockpit door, this pure-blooded night elf, who was about seventeen years old, walked up to Don Quixote and slapped Don Quixote! Although the force was not very strong.
, but it was really loud! It was so loud that the girls who were chirping outside paused for a moment before continuing to chirp. (To be continued)