"You have good ears." The man's smile still looked weird, but his voice was sharp, like a knife.
"Ears? Come and touch them." Jessica not only walked out, but also came over. The smile on her face was as sweet as sugar, or the kind of sugar with aphrodisiac spices added, exuding a kind of arousal.
The smell of the most subtle string in the deepest, most secret, most sensitive place in the human heart. She didn't seem to say anything, but this smile could make people think of everything. She not only came over, but also sat directly next to the man and raised her head
The man put his hands on his face.
It felt as delicate and smooth as satin. She led the man's hand and slid it into the silky black hair, sliding it towards the ear.
The man was startled because he didn't feel anything. There was nothing where the ears should be, or there were only two relatively smooth scars next to the ear holes. His voice was deliberately controlled to be very low when he spoke.
He also knew the location of several people, including this woman, and even a werewolf's ears couldn't hear his voice clearly, not to mention that she didn't even have ears.
"I saw it, I can read lips." The woman put her hands on his shoulders, stretched her legs, stood up, and sat astride him. Her voice was very hot, sweet, and gritty, like boiling water.
Opened the sugar.
"Oh, that means you have very good eyesight." The man smiled. He didn't take his hand back, but continued to slide back, and finally his fingers stopped at the first section of the cervical spine behind her head. This is a
It is absolutely fatal. As long as one force is used, the effect is similar to beheading, and the effect is faster than stabbing the heart with a knife.
No matter what she heard or saw, it was definitely not just this sentence. And if those words were known to others, although it might not be a bad thing, it would definitely not be a good thing.
"Not only do I have good eyesight, but I also have many good things. You'll know right away..." She began to pant lightly, seemingly not caring about the hand on her neck that could kill her at any time, and her waist on the man's lap began to twist.
, her breasts were also pressed against the man's chest. The tights were not thick, and you could clearly feel the two delicate places underneath were firming up. She moved slowly, rubbed, and began to moan while panting.
"I suggest you stop." The man's voice was still cold. He tightened his fingers slightly. "I'm not used to letting someone crawl around on my body that I don't know."
"You say so, but your body is not..." The woman straddled the man's waist and twisted her slender waist. Her round and light buttocks pressed down and thrust up, making a heart-stirring sound.
She couldn't tell whether it was gasping, moaning or laughing. Her hands slipped into the man's clothes, caressing and squeezing the strong muscles, panting and trembling, and said: "Don't worry. Since I dare to say this to you, I never thought about it.
If you get in your way...I don't care what you do...I just want you...you are so strong..."
Elves are already very rare on the continent of Enroth, and black elves, an alternative among these elves, are even rarer and can almost be seen in stories. According to some ancient legends, this race is a race that abandoned light and fell into darkness from ordinary elves.
Transformed into a nation, living in the dark underground. Compared with the night vision that is like daylight in the dark, silver-white hair, dark skin and other characteristics, the biggest and deepest impression left on people by the black elves is probably their unrestrained enthusiasm.
, in the eyes of more conservative people, it means promiscuity and debauchery. This trait makes this race, which originally has more women than men, seem to be a purely female tribe in the eyes of many people.
This eighth-level female race has probably developed the instinct of sexual desire into a culture and an art for the continuation of the race for a long time. The naked pursuit of those of the opposite sex by female night elves is enough to make everyone
Most men go crazy.
"But why is your hair black? So are your eyes..." The man hesitated, looking at her silky black hair. All black elves have silver hair.
Jessica's mouth had already reached the man's ear, her soft, wet and small tongue penetrated his ear, her teeth gently bit it, and she said vaguely: "Since your face can be fake
, why can't my hair be..." Her voice mixed with the moisture from her breath, had an intoxicating smell, and it seemed to be drilling into the pores, intoxicating into people's bones. She bit the man with her teeth.
Something on his face was pulled violently, and a mask had been torn off.
The man suddenly turned her over and pinned her down, and the nails on his fingers had dug into the flesh of her neck. If she had the slightest sign of murderous intent, her head would have been severed before her body could move.
She seemed to have no pain or other feelings at all. A pair of big black eyes shone with black light in the dark room. Seeing the face just revealed from under the mask, it was full of the flames of intoxication and excitement. Her eyes were full of intoxication and excitement.
His hand touched the face that almost everyone in the continent was familiar with and many people still remembered it in their hearts. He said softly and hoarsely: "I knew you must be much prettier than the one in the portrait. No matter how much you look like in the painting, it doesn't matter.
The smell of yourself, the kind of real man..."
"You are playing with fire." Asa looked at the black elf under him coldly. From a human perspective, she is definitely a rare beauty. "Dare to reveal my identity directly and let me know you
Do you want to die if you know my secret?"
"I brought my own death. Since I dare to say it in front of you, I have never been afraid... you know... when I saw your wanted poster, I knew that this must be a very strong man.
...The wanted criminal with the highest reward and the most dangerous nature in the history of the mainland... When I see you in the past two days, I feel that you must be you... Apart from you, who else has such a taste and wildness... You know
Well...just the smell of your body excites me..." She continued to reach deep into Asa's clothes, and her legs couldn't help but wrap around his waist. "If you want to kill, then kill...but please.
Killing after the fact... What's such a pity to die on such a man..."
Asa looked at Jessica's face close at hand and smelled the scent emanating from her body. He felt every touch of her body on his body, every ecstatic friction. In fact, his blood had already
It was already boiling like lava, and there was already a huge crazy impulse in her body that was pounding everywhere, relying solely on will to support Qingming's changes. His hand unconsciously left the back of her neck and slid into her.
Inside her clothes, he murmured: "Such a woman...why do you want to kill..." His last voice became a gasp, and he grabbed her clothes and pulled hard...
There was a loud sound of fabric breaking, and the female elf beneath her let out an extremely excited shout, and her whole body convulsed with excitement.
Celeste.
This originally just a huge barren mountain area has become the central holy land of the church for more than 200 years. At that time, King Bu Ping of Erathia donated this land to the church, and also funded countless resources and money to build the church to this day.
It is also the most magnificent and greatest building to date. The headquarters of the church, the Castle of Glory.
The glorious castle, whose entire body is made of pure marble, is bathed in the sun. It is more majestic and gigantic than any emperor's palace, demonstrating the supreme majesty of God. The beautiful marble reflects the sun, and is reflected in the surrounding clouds and mist.
The white and gold reflect each other, as if the entire castle is soaked in the holy brilliance of white magic.
Sacred, majestic, and majestic. The Glory Castle is enough to imprint these three concepts directly into the souls of believers who look up to it. Even stubborn people who do not believe in religion or even pagans who worship the devil have to face it.
Awe, shock.
The teleportation magic circle of Glory Castle is built in the lower center of the square. There are no specially arranged guards for the teleportation magic circle. In other words, it is completely unnecessary. Everyone who can walk here is at least a high-level magician, and Megatron
Dozens of Templars and Temple Knights from the mainland. This place is more majestic and holy than anywhere, and it is also safer than anywhere.
The light of the teleportation magic circle lit up. A young warrior appeared in the magic circle.
The samurai is young, handsome, mighty and good-looking. His short golden hair, if grown long, would surely be as dazzling as the overflowing sunshine. However, although such short hair does not overflow with radiance, it will overflow with carefree ease.
Temperament. The azure blue eyes are as pure as gems, but if you look closely, the depth is like the boundless ocean. The relaxed and natural expression on his lips does not seem incompatible with the solemn and solemn surroundings. On the contrary, it seems
It adds a touch of vitality to the environment. No matter who wears such a young man, he will feel very comfortable and pleasing to the eye.
The warrior walked down from the teleportation magic circle, and a passing priest smiled and nodded at him: "God bless you, Templar, has your mission been completed?"
"By the blessing of the Lord, those savage nomads are vulnerable." The young templar also smiled and nodded. There were wet blood stains on his body, even on his hair and face. I don't know why.
His easy-going and natural demeanor is actually not conspicuous at all because of the holy atmosphere of this glorious castle. "I came in a hurry to return my life to Knight Lancelot. I hope I am the first, haha."
"Oh, Knight Commander Lancelot is having a meeting with His Majesty the Pope and several bishops in the conference hall. You can go to the exhibition hall in front of the hall to wait. Knight Talis is also there."
"Oh. Did Knight Talis come back so soon? I am the first one besides me." The Templar smiled wryly and scratched his head.
The hall was empty. In the conference hall next door, His Majesty the Pope was holding a meeting with the bishops. Only the female temple knight Talis was facing the altar and repenting. A sound of footsteps startled her, and she turned around.
He nodded and saluted the visitor: "God is with you, Warrior Javi."
"God is also with you, Knight Talis." The Templar replied with a very standard courtesy. He behaved like an old priest who has lived in Celeste for decades. He behaved well and piously. "I didn't expect you to be better than
My son arrived first, and I thought I was the fastest."
"According to this, have you wiped out the nomads who harassed the Principality of Castries?" The female knight looked surprised. "That... is the most difficult task issued by Lord Lancelot. Originally, it was the most difficult task assigned by Lord Lancelot.
It is your mission to be promoted to Temple Knight, and in such a short period of time..."
"It's all the Lord's blessing. The bodies of those pagans are more vulnerable than broken paper to the Lord's glorious sword." The Templar's tone was generous and unrestrained, but it also showed enough humility.
Talis could only marvel in her heart. Although this young warrior is now only a Templar, that is only because of his seniority. In terms of his ability, he is definitely above her. Ever since he was discovered by Bishop Adela, he has only entered the competition.
In just one or two months, Celeste has shown extraordinary strength and talent. He can definitely be regarded as a genius warrior that Celeste rarely sees in a century.
Not only is he a genius as a warrior, but he is also so good everywhere. He has taken all the aura that originally belonged to Talis, the youngest temple knight, to himself.
Despite this, Talis herself was not jealous or hostile towards him at all. She just completely admired and appreciated him. What he exuded was not only his excellent brilliance, but also his attractive charm.
"The rest of the settlement work has been handed over to the principality's troops. I want to come back first and fight for the first place. How do you know..." The Templar smiled, and his white teeth showed the vitality and vigor of his youth.
"I didn't expect you to be the first to take the lead. You are worthy of being the youngest disciple of Lord Temple Knight."
"I...I..." Talis's handsome face turned red. She mustered up all her strength to say, "I failed."
"Ah?" The Templar looked extremely surprised. "How could it be...didn't you go to Erathia with Bishop Eschar? The situation there is not dangerous."
"It's all my fault. I let the honor of the Temple Knights fall into dust, and the light of this glorious armor on my body has also dimmed. I'm here to report my failure to Lord Lancelot and Lord Bishop Eschar."
The female knight buried her head and said in a confessional voice. "I was ordered to exterminate the thieves in Erathia, but in the end I ran away... No... I even failed to escape. I was actually caught by those thieves.
Fortunately, a... a believer in the Lord took the risk to save me, otherwise..."
The Templar frowned and asked: "Doesn't each knight also have a few top-notch magic scrolls? Are you not willing to use them?"
"I used it. But... the two elemental giants were hit by the opponent with just one blow..."
"Can you destroy two elemental giants with one blow?" The Templar was shocked, but he immediately smiled and said. "In that case, the failure of this battle is not your fault, but the opponent is too strong. You can completely destroy it."
This is God’s blessing. You don’t have to blame yourself.”
Looking at the smile as bright and warm as the morning sun on the opposite side, Talis felt a little relieved unconsciously. Although technically she was still his senior and had a higher rank than him, but for some reason, she was in front of him.
But I always feel that I am much smaller. I always have the urge to ask him for advice.
The Templar frowned and thought for a while, then said to Talis: "Can you tell me about that battle? I am very curious about such a powerful thief."
"This is what happened..." Talis recounted the battle in the basement that day in detail. Especially the man's actions and the strange knife were described in great detail. The Templar listened very carefully.
, I will ask in many places. Although he looks quiet and peaceful on the outside, there seem to be countless waves rolling in those blue eyes.
Talis looked at him quietly. Only then did she realize why this man who looked not much older than herself could appear so strong and outstanding. That was because although he had the energy and vitality of a young man, he also had
There are also deep things that ordinary young people do not possess. Such as wisdom, restraint, and tolerance. These wealth that should have been accumulated with considerable setbacks and pains are in such a young man. Years of thinking can naturally
Let the gems shine more beautifully.
The Templar thought for a while and said: "I dare to make a suggestion to you, Knight Talis. Your failure this time... is actually related to your noble and arrogant personality."
His voice was very soft and pleasant, like the spring breeze blowing in the face, which made people not feel any disgust. The female knight nodded quickly and said: "Excuse me, what does that mean?"
"If you can be more cautious and use the elemental scroll or the light of the rhombus to fight with all your strength from the beginning, it is actually hard to say whether the outcome of this battle will be successful, mainly because you have despised these thieves from the beginning.
This led to the subsequent failure." The Templar recalled it and said with a bright smile. "I remember a person said that character determines everything."
"Yes. I forgot about the humility that a knight should have. I was wrong." The female knight thought for a while, sighed and nodded, then frowned again. "Character determines everything? This is really a strange argument."
"Because the person who said this is a very strange guy." The Templar smiled again, as if he had recalled something. "By the way, the person you are talking about...do you know anything else about him?"
"This man's name is Sandro," Talis said.
"What?" The Templar was startled.
"Do you know this person?" Talis felt strange.
"How is that possible?" The Templar sneered, his smile brighter than the sun. "I was just thinking that such a person... is really interesting."
With a creak, the door of the conference hall opened.
The Templar said to Talis: "Come on, I think the bishops will also be interested in such a person.".