Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Theresa, you can hear the whole rear palace full of mist.

Princess Xia frowned slightly and raised her little cherry mouth, seemingly thinking about something.

Soon, however, the slightest light in her eyes was covered in the fog of madness.

“Teresa, what are you talking about? How can we not understand? ”

Princess Ah Xia touched her forehead and mumbled, “It must be the dark magic inside you, haven't you cleaned it out yet? ”

“... dammit! ”

Theresa would love to look up to the sky.

But this does not correspond to her current appearance and identity.

“I mean, we, the girls, must love ourselves with pride. To be self-reliant, there's no need to depend on men's lives, think about how to please men all day long! ”

Theresa finally couldn't help but wave her little fist, “We're an adventure troupe, right, we're going to venture into the Blood Warrior kingdom, aren't we, all this is good, but the mission of so many of our sisters in the mercenary corps is not just to give ourselves to Lord Blackjack, it's ridiculous!

“Sister Natasha, you were the head of the mercenary regiment. I'm sure you weren't like this. We can risk it ourselves, monster, we can beat ourselves, prince or princess, we can save ourselves, the sisters have any physiological needs, we can all solve it ourselves - then what, Lord Black Jack, we must be tired, let him sleep well, don't disturb him, then solve it ourselves! ”

Theresa finished her breath with her hands on her knees and a big breath.

Damn, this body is so easily fatigued and excited.

He felt hormone secretion in his body, like a violent vortex, and said, she wanted to cry again.

Bei teeth gently bite her lips, and she forcefully endures the crystal in her eye socket, looking forward to the sisters of the posterior palace.

The girls face each other and the air condenses a great deal of silence.

“You know what I mean? ”

Theresa asked carefully.

“I don't understand. ”

Hera the Dragon and Natasha the head of the mercenary group shook their heads at the same time.

Thereafter, when the two very powerful sisters waved their hands, the girls gathered like zombies again and raised their hands high and lifted Theresa directly to Blackjack's tent.

“Hey hey, let go of me, let go of me, don't be so rude, mumble...”

Theresa's tears flowed out very uncontroversial.

All she felt was the sky spinning and she was thrown into a big bed covered in velvet and fluffy as a cloud.

By wild camping standards, this tent is the ultimate luxury.

There are wool blankets on the ground, tapestries and embroidery hanging around, and hundreds of candles with special spices lit on the beautiful wooden shelf, a fragrance that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved that it circles dark in the air.

Black Jack was wearing a black silk nightgown that was thin as a cicada's wing.

The ultimate Qiwei body, in an exhilarating way, was presented in front of Theresa, creating a feeling of blindness in her dog's eyes.

“Are you kidding me? ”

Theresa screamed from the bottom of her heart, "This guy runs into the depraved forest and blood warfare demons, and he's carrying this luxurious tent, velvet mattress, and hundreds of candles. Want to be so grumpy? Whether he's out risking his life or hitting on girls! ”

Think about it. There's a real fucking chance this guy's a professional chick, by the way.

However, thanks to his skill, he could ignore such a beautiful girl of so many races and professions, all of her heart collapsed on him, no remorse to follow him adventure, carrying so many tools to attract girls, and helping him fucking soak up the girls, the whole rear palace is still so harmonious.

When I was king of the Stars and Sea Artillery, I scolded the universe, swept across the empire, and the crazy devil lived in love with herself.

It never occurred to me that the lost magic world, the Emerald Continent, the End of Days Mountains, the Fallen Forest, compared to this weird guy, Jack Thunder, seemed a little less spooky.

Man, you're so angry!

Black Jack doesn't know what Theresa's thinking.

He poured two glasses of wine and shook it gently, letting the soul-catching aroma escape.

“Eric the Transformer is an old court magician with a certain taste for wine. ”

Black Jack smiled and walked toward Theresa, “This‘ lion's heart ’has been cellaring for at least a hundred years and is very rare on the market and is said to greatly enhance people's five senses, especially… touch.

“Baby, look at you look a little nervous. Want to try it? I promise you, after drinking it, even the gentle touch of the next feather can provoke it in your heart... Amazing. ”

Black Jack's handsome face revealed a dazzling and ambiguous smile.

Theresa stared at him and suddenly, her hands covered her mouth and she drowned again.

Black Jack's smile clotted, split, disappeared.

“I'm sorry, he's in a really bad state today. ”

Theresa sincerely said, "Probably stayed in Eric's magic tower for too long and was slightly affected by dark magic. Anyway, people are disgusting at everything right now, especially when they see men - the more handsome men are disgusting, and if you come back here, they could really throw up your dog's blood, that's not good, right? ”

Blackjack squeezed his eyes and though he stopped, the light at the bottom of his eyes grew deeper and more intense.

“You're special. ”

Blackjack drank his “Lion Heart Blood" and the bloody liquor fluttered, flowing down the loose collar onto his chest to outline his robust, full-bodied chest muscles, revealing more and more an explosive masculinity profile, truly like a shock wave, enough to dump all the female creatures of the magical world.

And Theresa's response to him was another intense drowsiness.

It's not a hypocrisy, it's really physiological nausea, and it makes me cry.

“You are so... different, my Miss Theresa. ”

Black Jack looked at her with great interest, not uncomfortable with her rejection, but filled with the excitement of "chess opponents," “When I first met you, I was just attracted to your unique beauty, but in a short half day of contact, I was told to discover that your mysterious soul seemed more revolting than its appearance, Teresa, my Teresa, what kind of girl are you? I can't wait to open your heart and see who you really are. ”

“Believe me, it's better if you don't open your heart. ”

Theresa was very sincere, "Otherwise, you'll regret it. ”