Chapter 0212 Lustful Master

Li Xun pecked lightly on Cilis's red lips.

Every time I touch and go, I slowly feel the feeling of my lover's plump and moist red lips scraping my cheeks and lips, and gently print my lips from time to time, and gently touch each other's lips with the tip of my tongue, silently feeling the shape of each other's lips.

With a soft moan from Cialis, Li Xun's tongue took advantage of the situation to gently break into the other party's level, probed into it, hooked the little tip of his lover's tongue, and sucked it hard.

Cialis's delicate body began to throb constantly, and her hands couldn't help but wrap around the mage's neck, and she raised her head to accept the lovers' caresses and teasing. The delicate cheeks are already **hot, and the black eyelashes are flickering and shaking like butterflies on the closed beautiful eyes. A coquettish moan slowly flowed out of her nose, and in a state of confusion, Hillis couldn't do anything but passively accept it.

Gradually, the mage's hands began to be dishonest. One hand wrapped around Cialis's soft and elastic waist, gently rubbed and kneaded, and the other hand slowly moved down, quietly opened the long skirt, and pressed on the slippery beauty**.

At the moment when both of them were confused, the quilt on the bed quietly moved, and the crow's beak poked out a small bird's head from it, and looked at it with a weird smile. At the same time, a dark shadow in the corner of the wall was slowly deepening and thickening, a little thicker than usual.

The intimacy between the two continued, and just as the mage's hand was swimming into the depths of Xilis's long skirt, Xilisi suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, and a pair of bright blue eyes stared at Li Xun, who was making a mistake.

Li Xun's big hand stiffened, hehe smirked a few times, embarrassed to pull out, embarrassed to continue to go deeper, so he could only freeze there. Just as Li Xun was about to perform his "affectionate kiss" again**, Xilis's voice came out faintly.

"There's no surveillance here, you're just lying to me, aren't you, great Master Li Xun?" Cialis lowered her head, buried her face in the mage's shoulder socket, and wrapped her hands around the mage's back instead.

"You said you wouldn't lie to me!" Cialis freed up a hand and gently stabbed Li Xun's heart, and the jade face covered with red glow caused people's index fingers to move.

"Uh......" Li Xun began to scratch his head. Why is her thinking still so clear, shouldn't all women in love have cerebral palsy?

"I feel like it might be about ......" Li Xun racked his brain, desperately trying to recall various ways to prevaricate the past without deception, but none of them seemed to work.

"Humph! Can't find the word? For your sake, I forgive you! Cialis hummed softly, her slender fingers unconsciously circling the mage's chest.

How did she know that her own action could arouse the other party's desire. After a second, Cialis looked down in amazement, where something warm seemed to be squirming. Although the beautiful princess was simple, she was not stupid, and she understood something almost instantly, and her body that had just calmed down became hot again.

The next moment, Li Xun snorted miserably.

The fierce and beautiful princess bit a muscle in his chest, twisted from side to side a few times in hatred, and pinched the muscles in the mage's waist with both hands, making a 180-degree sharp spin.

Cialis jumped up from him, rushed out of the room with a staggering step, and rushed back to her room at the call of the two maids.

Li Xun grinned and kneaded several of his wounds, but his face showed a strange expression of pain and happiness, as if he remembered the sweet contact just now. After a long time, Li Xun's face turned pale and he rolled his eyes at the corner speechlessly.

"Come out, you think I don't know where you are? And you, the bastard of the crow's mouth, don't know how to avoid it, and almost messed up Lao Tzu's good thing! ”

The crow's beak came out of the quilt in a big way, and a series of "quack" strange cries made a series of mocking in its own way. The shadow in the corner of the wall began to slowly swell, and gradually broke away from the shackles of the black shadow, and slowly walked out, revealing the white face of the ghost.

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The realm of the undead.

Under the gray canopy of the sky is the dull monotonous scenery that makes people want to commit suicide.

Arthas rode a skeletal steed gallop across the gray earth. The black cloak fluttered, revealing the burly and muscular body underneath. The four hooves of the specially modified skeleton warhorse burned with a purple flame that would never be extinguished, leaving countless scorching traces behind it.

This skeletal horse was specially modified by the owner who liked to pull the wind, but it could only be regrettably left in the sleeping place, and was temporarily loaned to him by Skeletron. He was very satisfied with the horse, and refused to use the bat demon as his mount. Alsace believed that a knight should enjoy the heaviness and wildness of galloping across the earth.

A pat on the neck of the skeleton war horse, the skeleton war horse let out a "meshing" neigh, and the direction was slightly deflected, running towards the small cliff on the side. The horse's hooves pounded on the hard gravel, and countless clouds of smoke and dust burst out, and without stopping, a single dash was already on the top of the steep cliff.

Although the war horse under his crotch has long been in contact with him, Arthas still likes to use his voice and gestures to control zhì, because this is more in line with his past preferences.

At the top of the cliff, the skeleton warhorse man stood up, and he stopped at the edge of the cliff. With the help of these few seconds, Arthas has seen the terrain in front of him and found his goal for the day.

Shadows swept across his body, and Arthas glanced up, and his companions had already caught up.

In mid-air, seven huge and hideous bats glided down with their equally ugly and vicious master, aiming for a ruined castle 10 miles ahead. With the flying speed of the bat demon, it should have far surpassed the skeleton warhorse, but with such a heavy burden, it was very good to fly for nearly a thousand miles in a row without crashing, not to mention arriving at the destination on time.

Alsace slammed his horse between his legs and immediately rushed straight down the nearly 70-degree slope on the side of the cliff, and soon arrived at his team's makeshift camp.

The five companions had already jumped off the back of the bat demon, and with a slight tremor of the ground, the heavy body smashed into the ground with a continuous dull and hoarse "dong dong" sound. The bat demon gathered his wings and lay on the ground quietly absorbing the breath of death in the air, trying to recover the energy he had lost too much.

The team's temporary captain, the green-haired zombie, pulled out the big guillotine that was about to exceed his height from the dirt with difficulty, and the beating was so strong just now that it was pointed downwards and plunged directly into the gray-brown earth. Several equally clumsy companions, with all sorts of malicious sneers, began to gather around him.

"Get ready, we'll be at that Broken Ridge Stone Fort right away. That level 11 undead knight isn't easy to mess with, but we must take it down this time, have you heard it? ”

Several echoes with strange accents rang out.

The green-haired zombie simply looked around, this time he pulled up a makeshift team. There are 2 zombies, 1 mummy, 1 skeleton mage, 1 ghoul, 1 "priest" in the 6 "human" team, and it is obvious that there are still meat shields.

As for the relatively thin ghoul, it seems to be a mutated breed as well. Pale skin, cruel claws, sharp teeth, loose hair, and pale eyes. It seems that although his appearance is not good, the trick of claw digging out the heart is skillful.

The spell-casting profession is scarce even in the undead world, and it is also because of his seniority and great face that it is easy to pull in a skeleton mage. Many of the other teams were still a bunch of strong men running naked, and he already had spellcasters and "priests".

Thinking of the priest, the green-haired zombie couldn't help but shout to Arthas, who had just arrived beside him on a bone warhorse: "Wonder boy who can replenish blood, don't get too close to the battlefield this time, I don't want to let others knock you off the horse like last time!" ”

Arthas angrily waved the Frost Sorrow (imitation) in his hand, and did not answer his words, after all, it was too reluctant to intervene in such a battle with his current level 3 strength. If it weren't for his magical "Death Entanglement", which could quickly restore death energy to his undead companions and repair their bodies, ordinary teams would not want a weak bird like him.

What's more, this time he also brought that stupid and stupid corpse king.

If level 3 Arthas can also make a cameo appearance as an undead "priest" with "Death Coil" and "Aphotic Shield", the level 1 Corpse King is only worthy of breaking his wrist with a lone skeleton zombie. In order to say that the green-haired zombie accepted the naked oil bottle of the corpse king, Arthas could only hold back the restlessness of rushing and killing, and rode a war horse to be a promising career as a "wet nurse" in the periphery.

The Corpse King didn't seem to realize his embarrassment, and ran to Arthas, repeatedly telling him to take care of himself, and really didn't treat himself as an outsider.

Arthas nodded wordlessly, looking at the naked body of the Corpse King, and his heart was also strange. The master will sponsor some early equipment and starting funds before each hero comes out to fight, why can't he see any equipment or any troops on the corpse king, can he save all those soul crystals?

However, each hero's development plan has its own considerations, and it is not their turn to dictate, as long as they do their duty to take care of it and fulfill Skeletron's commission.

The place where the undead team stayed was only 2 miles away from the Shattered Ridge Castle, where this level 11 undead knight and more than 40 black knights were entrenched. The scattered team that waits idle will not take advantage of the enemy's base camp at all, otherwise it will not be their turn to fight this autumn wind.

For the sake of this Broken Ridge Castle, thousands of merit points can be opened in the Sleeping Land Quest Hall. Live 800 points for Undead Knight, 400 points for dead, 60 points for Black Knight, 30 points for dead. This is the quest style of the Sleeping Land, anyone who catches it alive, or who notifies the Sleeping Land to receive it after being disabled, will get the most benefits, and the dead can only be halved.

It seems that the Sleeping Land is also playing a snowball of ideas, using such measures to implement the strategic development of becoming stronger and stronger in the war. However, for these people in front of them, honest gnawing little by little is really important, only when you win the battle can you have the opportunity to get meritorious service, continue to develop and grow yourself, and if you lose, you will have nothing.

At least in the Hall of the Conjuring, these undead natives have not yet had the opportunity to register, which is one of the exclusive benefits of the heroes of the cemetery.

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