Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Hmm?”

Blackjack stunned, "What are you talking about? ”

“No, he didn't say anything, what he meant was...”

Theresa stumbled, “People are just ordinary, fantastic about love, just a girl who likes romantics.

“People, of course, look forward to love, but so-called love, shouldn't talk about life, talk about ideals, hold hands, spend the month before, swear to the mountain, and then the man will hand over all his property and salary, and prepare a set for the woman... the castle, so that it is called love, so that we can move on?

“Of course he also wants to do some shameful things with Lord Blackjack, but he is really not ready, he is still a young ignorant girl, just saved by you from the evil wizard's black witch tower, from physiological to psychological trauma, you, suddenly, people will be scared! ”

“That sounds like I'm in too much of a hurry. ”

Blackjack smiled, “But before, those women, Hera the Dragon, the head of the mercenary regiment Natasha, including Princess Asha, they've never been as nervous as you, quite the opposite, and many times, they all volunteered to give a hug, hahahahaha! ”

“They are all traveling north and south. They are knowledgeable. How can I stay home all day, drunk on magic, and have never seen a hero as masculine as Lord Blackjack? ”

Theresa quite nicely said, "Your manhood is too strong, and I think I need to get used to it for a while. ”

“Okay.”

Blackjack stretched out his hand, “You're such a special woman, you deserve to be treated differently from those vulgar powders out there, and since you need some time to adjust, I won't force you —— I'm sure that time won't be long. ”

He blinked at Teresa and smiled confidently.

Theresa wants to throw up again.

“Lord Blackjack, can you do me a favor and try not to ‘smile' at me in the future? ”

Theresa said, "I only discovered today that I reacted so violently to the ‘evil charm smile'. It's such a loop of heaven, I don't like it...”

Blackjack frowned: “What are you talking about? ”

“Nothing. Nothing. I just remembered a few small things back home. Forget it. ”

Theresa Fly Fast Track, "Anyway, Lord Blackjack, I assure you, I don't need to get used to it for very long —— as long as you beat Lord Kuba of the Blood Warrior and figure out the secrets of black magic, I will certainly be completely subdued by your masculinity. ”

And Theresa's eyes were shaky, and she found Eric's black magic book on the dresser by the bed!

However, she did not dare to express her intentions and simply swept away and hid her eyes deeply.

“Of course I will defeat Lord Kuba. ”

Black Jack's face revealed a mysterious and unpredictable smile, and he mumbled, "Then, hey, wait, the whole world...”

He drank the second cup of "Lion's Heart” and waved to show Teresa out.

Theresa was relieved and rushed out of the tent.

I had no idea there were more than a dozen members of the rear palace outside the tent who were looking at Teresa in a creepy way.

“Theresa, you--”

The rear palace group was surprised to see Theresa come out before they heard anything.

An unknown suction came from the tent, as if it were an invisible cyclone, involving all four or five members of the rear palace.

Hurricanes, earthquakes and tsunamis were immediately heard in the tents.

“It's a windy day. ”

Theresa bites her teeth off and says in the bottom of her heart, “Fallen, it's so depraved. You should really use the treatment plan on me for the champion of the year. Give Blackjack a good time, too! ”

……

“Shh!”

An arrow runs through the dense jungle.

“Ow!”

A wild beast roared, followed by a broken tree, a wild boar, but three or five times bigger, still standing a unicorn giant beast on his forehead, panicked out.

In addition to its thick skin, the giant beast is surrounded by a fine layer of scaly armor that, as it rushes at high speeds, frictions of scaly armor, actually ignites the flame of the bear.

It's like a colliding chariot.

It has always been the dominion of the depths of the fallen forest.

Even the fallen sorcerers and wanted criminals see it as a nightmare escaping the demonic realm of blood warfare.

However, in the face of Jack Thunder's entire rear palace, all it had to do was run away and piss its ass off.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom! ”

A water arrow, a rain of ice and a fireball kept blowing up behind it, hail the size of a meteor hammer constantly smashing it in the ass, knocking it dizzy.

Finally, "Wow," it didn't see the way forward, with an invisible wind blade, and hit it with its own head.

The enormous impact pushed the blade deep into its head, splitting the skull directly from the middle, and the contents of it poured out like a volcanic eruption.

Even the fierce vitality of the blood warfare demon world could not bear such a serious wound, and the unicorn pig finally fell down with four feet to the sky after continuing to run hundreds of meters out, leaving behind twisted and twisted blood.

“Ah, we can get Lord Blackjack some fresh food again! ”

Jack Thunder's rear palace, Hera the Dragon, Natasha the head of the mercenary group and others, all jumped out of the jungle, surrounded by unicorn pigs, hand-dancing and cheering.

Half an hour later, the fleshy scent overflowed.

Once again, they camped heavily in a creepy, crisis-ridden environment.

Theresa curled herself in the corner and watched the group move with cold eyes.

It was her third day on the adventure team.

They are about to cross the entire End of Day Mountains into the deepest depths of the Fallen Forest, the junction between the Blood Warriors and the Glorious.

For three days, Theresa has been sneaking up on this strange adventure.

She had to admit that, without Jack Thunder's weird manhood and his disgusting charm, and the irrational fascination of these girls and females, the adventure group was perfectly worthy of the word "mighty” simply because of its combat power.

No, it's more of a small army than an adventure troupe, Jack Thunder.

Female creatures beneath his crotch, spread across races and occupations, possessed all sorts of strange abilities and, like fanatics, ready to sacrifice for him.

The bravery of Natasha, the head of the mercenary regiment, the wisdom of Hera the dragon, the agility of her cat and daughter, and even two young girls of demonic descent in the rear palace, native and very familiar with the terrain of the area.

With such spirit and fighting power, no wonder they dare to break into the depths of the fallen forest or even into the demonic realm of blood warfare.

“Theresa? ”

As the distressed young lady was meditating, the voice of Princess Asha's sweet silk sounded behind her, “I brought you food, eat it while it's hot! ”