"Rude Courtesy," "Busty," which is one of the desolations passed down to the countries of the east.
The declarant shall receive every guest physically from the sunset of that day until sunrise.
Even in my own country, that is not what is done. That was now being held in the king's capital of the kingdom.
"Are you old? Or did I raise my arm?"
A big, muscular old woman with a carnivorous grin. In the eastern country, he is Dean of the northern monastery.
He returned to active duty for decades and won the semi-finals in the divine game in the Holy Capital. On his way home, he was visiting Wang Capital.
"A lot of confidence."
The answer as I look up is a small old man who resembles a goblin. I'm the guild leader for the Kingdom Merchant Alliance.
A welcome hotel built on the corner of the royal castle. In a large room close to its entrance, the two gaze bumps into each other.
"Since enough to declare disrespectful. If you're not confident, you can't do it very well."
To the words of the guild leader, a feminine giant who lifts the edge of his mouth wide and deepens his laughter.
Tonight, two people from the East are eligible for disrespect. He is the old nun in front of him and the head of his tongue.
(I didn't know my attack would work.)
With the rush, the old warrior resembles a goblin, I think.
The men who responded to their announcement. Of naked black eyed hats, they are all the finest of Wang Du's manoeuvres.
And guild leaders, definitely top of the list.
(This hardness has been miscalculated)
But attacks don't work. It protruded over dozens of times, but you can't go in there just sliding up the groove.
The same goes for the back. Just pinched in the butt meat, the flowers remain tightly closed.
(Groans stronger)
The strength of Lady Tail and the supermature clearly surpasses the full season. Not very much, but not at the level of 'Taste it for a long time'.
Naturally, it was also impossible for the disciple's teaching materials.
I've been thinking about giving you a try, Tauro.
It reminds me of the face of my beloved apprentice, who makes the tannic surface, with a grin on his mouth unconsciously. The woman-shaped giant who saw it exasperated and unleashed a kick.
"What are you laughing at?!
Alliance length bouncing sideways and kicking forward. Keep your feet on the wall and step right through it.
Shortly afterwards, a supermature woman's hand, with her fingers raised like a razor claw, grabbed the surface of the wall.
(It can't stay like this. think of another hand)
I'm not going to lose, I win. And you have to taste the soft, relaxed meat in front of you.
(If you can't open it from the outside, you have to let it open by itself)
If it's your will, you can open and close it. In the evidence, the feminine giant squeezes across the defeated man.
In a short time in the universe, I run my eyes indoors. At the wall, I found something for you.
(See you then)
That would be a large peacock decorative feather, fifty centimeters long. It was decorated on the wall in two crossed forms.
(Borrowing)
Dash sharply at the same time as landing. Alliance length looking back with decorative feathers in his hand.
The figure with the two decorative feathers is the duplicitous swordsman himself. Point your half at the enemy and stand low on your hips.
"What are you going to do with that?
I laugh when I see it, a feminine giant. The guild leader does not answer, but aims straight into the old woman's eyes with decorative feathers on her right hand.
(Softly control the rigidity. If it's hard and the blade doesn't stand, you just have to tickle it with soft wings)
Wide field of view due to extensive combat experience. It would be a unique idea for old warriors.
If you were a regular person, you must have stuck to the front breakthrough, torn and lay on the floor.
Like a young man with an eye-catching hat who had been attached to his ass and waving his hips until earlier.
"... I don't like it"
The lack of response and the tip of the decorative feather, which is aimed at the eyes and shakes every bit. I guess that bothered me, the feminine giant bends her brow uncomfortably.
"Until the last drop, I'll squeeze you out!
Stretched with screams, the old woman's rigid arms. The old warrior leaned his torso and avoided, advancing diagonally forward.
And I shook up one decorative feather.
(I don't know!
Supermature groin jewels. The tip of the blade wraps softly around its surface and then passes gently.
I look up confidently, but only the invincible look comes to mind on a super mature woman.
(Doesn't work?
Jump instantly as you jump up your eyebrows in amazement. Step on the lap of a feminine giant and dance to the universe.
(Then here it is!
Two decorative feathers that can be shaken up again, in the front of the super mature woman's chest. Tickle up the left and right protrusions.
"Haha! What the hell is that?
It should work, it should create gaps. But the 'should' doesn't materialize, it disappears.
No matter how agile Grandpa Goblin is, he can't move in the air. Captured a moment from rising to falling, the fist behind the horizontal giraffe burst.
The old warrior was slammed obliquely against the carpet, once bounced and rolled.
"... so much. Lady, it's beyond people."
Alliance length that flutters but rises while causing nosebleeds to bottom-up. The opposing feminine giant has a fierce grin.
"I'll take that as a compliment. I'm honored."
The low voice of the old woman, which makes the hearts and hearts of those who hear from the cold. With that in my ear, the little goblin warrior thinks.
(So far)
Since when, such as preparing for defeat? Lower the decorative feathers of both hands and watch the approaching giant.
Flowing behind the brain are memories from birth to date.
("The Door of Sin" in the Holy City, "Temporary Whorehouse" opened in the noble mansion of the Wang Capital, there was a lot going on)
Fun memories of recent years when I kept my back with my beloved apprentice and ran through the battlefield. A grin I don't know, floats at the edge of my mouth.
(good life)
I guess I did everything I could, the old warrior's eyes were clear.
(Huh?)
But what I saw there in the corner of my sight was the appearance of my beloved apprentice. I'm trying so hard to send a signal with a gesture.
Looks like he's trying to tell you something.
(Are you saying you have a hand? Mr. Tauro)
A flash of light runs in my mind. Though a disciple, Tauro's sense of finding weaknesses is more than his own.
He may have seen the battle against the feminine giant and discovered something.
(... over there, I certainly haven't tried it yet)
Decrypting the signals is a big problem. It's a hard place to aim.
In order to deliver the attack, it is necessary to fly heavily into space. And the air, which loses freedom of movement, is a gateway for old warriors.
(You believe me, I can do it)
At the moment of certainty, the energy gushing from the depths of my heart. Surprised, the old warrior understood.
That this is the power that can be gained by believing.
(Not very much, but I can't see anything unusual. Teachers, you can't betray expectations)
The fire, which was all but extinguished, begins to burn violently in the body. In front of her, a feminine giant was dragging her arms wide apart.
"Grandpa Goblin, that's it. Yikes!
With the scream, an arm stretched out to catch me. The old warrior ran up in a fierce dash over his arm and reached the shoulder of a feminine giant.
Step out of your thoughts and fly high in the sky. He continued to rotate forward, waving the decorative feathers.
(Lady's weakness is not here!
What Tauro conveyed was the weak part of the supermature woman found by the demonic eye. It was a neck, hidden in the long gray hair of an old woman.
And now, the giant leans forward. He stretched out his arm and lowered his posture, so his long gray hair was rising up.
"Shah!"
Decorative feathers with a sharp temper and a nod in a row.
The impact on the feminine giant is immense. Large currents like lightning strikes transmit the spine from the neck muscle and flow to the ground.
"Yeah."
With a squeaky voice, a cute groaning supermature woman. Tauro glances at his face, and the twist of excitement leaks from many others.
A female-shaped giant with a smashed hip with a single blow. Fall from your knees and put your hands on the floor carpet.
On its wide back, the old Goblin warrior stepped down.
"Take that neck."
At the same time as I finish saying it, gently pull the two decorative feathers crossed from behind.
Unable to withstand the stimulus of passing the noodle softly, she emitted a sweet but faint scream high, and the supermature woman put her face on the floor.
Here the point of view moves from guild length to tauro.
(You got it figured out)
To Grandpa Goblin's reverse victory, the gentlemen around him springing up.
In it, I was on my ass to the floor exhaling heavily. The demonic eye was severely shattered by the recoil.
(If it's touched, it won't bitter, but if it's distant, it's tough)
When I first remembered the Devil's Eye, I was observing the women going to the city in good shape. I have experienced extreme mental fatigue and have been unable to move.
They have a phenomenon like depletion proportional to the squares of distance.
(No, but I'm glad I had a weakness)
The tip of the groin and chest was untenable, although the guild leader tried it. Explore with demonic eyes, but say flanks, armpits, inner thighs, all invincible.
(Achilles' heel, maybe something like that)
Whether it was God's ordained stewardship or only one weakness was remarkable. The noodles beneath the gray hair were gleaming white.
(Hmm?)
The gentlemen around you, who start to whisper words. Whatever you were talking about, I blurted my ear.
"Just a little bit, I'd like to taste it."
To the words of a middle-aged gentleman with thick chest hair, a beastly belly-haired gentleman who nods and suggests.
"Lord Guild is a heavily weighed man, so why don't you ask him?
"Will you? I'd like to keep it with your companion if I can."
Small, but also agrees with a gentleman of disappointed stature. The three of us head to the guild leader, who stands on a feminine giant.
To them bowing their heads, little old men snorting at eagles.
Watching it, the gentlemen started jamming, and then one stabbed a lying supermature woman.
"Ugh, this is pretty good"
A middle-aged gentleman with thick chest hair, making a surprising look. I carry on the word while roughing up my breath.
"Hot and soft, then juicy"
So he distorted his face and released it aloud with his breath. I took the place of a small disappointed gentleman.
The guild leader on the other hand keeps moving quietly with decorative feathers on the old woman's neck. It's a soft stimulus, I guess, sealing the feminine giant.
"Come on. Hey."
I managed to get up, and I came to the head of the Alliance. Grandpa Goblin, with some traces of nosebleeds, turns his face and makes a smile.
"Thanks to you, Tauro. If you could just tell me, I would've lost."
I smiled back, too, and said words of labor.
"By the way, doesn't the guild leader see the flavor?
I have only been using decorative feathers and supermature women since earlier. Grandpa Goblin sighed small and stopped moving his feathers.
"Wow."
Me speaking out of the blue and falling back. A female-shaped giant suddenly tried to get up in an up-and-forth position.
A nagging that is a weakness. If there is no more irritation there, it will be resurrected soon.
"Now I can't let go."
With an unfortunate look, the little old man starts moving his decorative feathers. The figure looked like a shopkeeper baking eels.
The gentleman attached to the supermature woman is rolling on the floor in a hurry.
"No, I'm surprised. It's incredible vitality. Is that something like the legend Legend?"
Stick it in again as you say, and start moving your hips. And I spit it out right away.
I'm suspicious of that.
(Maybe, how are you feeling)
I don't really want to imagine it, but it's too early for the gentlemen of practice.
Next door Grandpa Goblin was leaking his sincere voice, okay, I envy you.
Guild Leader, I'll take your place.
I see you. I offer to take over blade duty.
"There's a trick to this... no, Tauro, you wouldn't be fine"
First hesitate, then the guild leader who pulled the word in. Instead, give them two peacock decorative feathers, smiling.
I received it, and I moved it without time to spare.
"Everybody, I'm next. Yeah."
A feminine giant groan, like a cat ringing his throat. With that in the background, the old warrior tells.
There can be no such thing as people who give opinions to crusaders.
Grandpa Goblin held the gentlemen's hand and pulled the giant back and forth. As he let his legs spread wide, he protruded his sword from the front.
"... What is this? It's getting older than it used to be."
Round eyes and mouth, guild length at least hips back and forth.
"I didn't know it was so hot and melted inside, contrary to its hard appearance. Tastes better."
Look at me, like you noticed something there.
"Tauro, you keep adjusting the fire. Nice arm."
Me laughing lightly. I'd like to put my head or cheek on it, but unfortunately my hands are blocked.
The female-shaped giant has a sweet crouching voice as she drools. But if you stop your hand, you'll get up instantly.
After a little while, the Alliance Commander offers me both hands.
"Come on, Tauro. Next time, I'll taste it. Yeah. Maybe you'll change your mind."
Again, he's sorry he didn't have to.
We should pay tribute to the great hunter who defeated the big man and say about a slice.
"Okay."
Hand over the blades and place your body between the legs of a musculoskeletal big old woman. By the way, I was ready.
(They're super mature.)
Curiosity to see how everyone admires it, plus a sweet, uncut groan. That's definitely the cause.
I am energetic.
"Okay, I'll take it"
Thank God with both hands together. And fear, break in slowly.
The interior is very soft, despite the rugged appearance. Besides, he pushed it back with high elasticity.
If you add, the temperature is high, and it is also crunchy.
"Hmm, this is"
Let's not be afraid of criticism and be honest.
"It's not bad. No, it's pretty good."
Corruption and fermentation are different. Will it get so thick if I continue to work out without fail to take care of it?
Ask what I think, Grandpa Goblin smiles full face.
"That's a good experience."
Yeah, I'm snorting, but that's when my hands stop slightly. Moment after moment, the supermature woman tightened me up all at once and nearly finished dangerously.
"Excuse me. Excuse me. I wonder if it worked too well for spices."
Thank you, I think I did it on purpose.
After being fully proficient, change feather duty with the guild leader. The gentlemen and the guild chief began to taste the supermature woman again.
"Then we shall go home, but what shall we do?
When the night was quite late. He's losing his arm. Look at me, the guild leader tells his surroundings.
"Well, so am I."
"Let's just call it a day, too."
The battle between the feminine giant and Grandpa Goblin. The gentlemen who watched it began to gather around us.
Meanwhile, the people who entered the venue after the supermature woman was defeated are still willing to stay. A gentleman with his eyes triangulated and salivating is still waving his hips violently.
Such a dark-haired middle-aged gentleman looking around at them and shrugging his shoulders.
"The legend of the Eastern Country, Legend, is only sealing the movement. If you don't have any feathers, let's move quickly."
In contrast, the guild leader answers with a smile as he sees the old woman lying at his feet.
"It doesn't matter, it's all an experience. And since you seem to be in a lot of trouble, don't hold it until we leave the room."
Nodding, we're leaving the room early. The decorative feathers of the peacock remain on the neck of the supermature woman.
With me and Grandpa Goblin-like skill, you'll be able to stop the movement. The middle-aged gentleman with thick chest hair, by the way, tried but couldn't.
"The stars are beautiful"
Black eyed hat men wandering through the sparsely crowded royal castle grounds under the winter night sky. All naked, of course.
That number, ten or more. With all this number, people's eyes don't care either.
The guild leader, who was looking up at the sky in my words, squeals his eyes narrowly.
"It's time"
At the right time to say it or not, the roar of the carnivore roars from behind.
Not only we, but also the men and women who pass by, shrugged their necks because of their disastrous sounds.
"None of the remaining ones can fight against the lady. It's gonna end when they eat it."
To the words, the gentlemen nod.
"It's important to know who you are. At first glance, I didn't think I'd win."
Continuing was a middle-aged gentleman with thick chest hair. He said he was waiting for someone to take him down, enjoying himself with his tongue length.
"It's a bald tack method of warfare for spills. I'm not dressed well, but I don't have the strength to do all this."
Please note, and bow your head to the guild leader.
He didn't look distracted by the guild chief, he made a smile and nodded.
"But this year's winner is amazing to beat that one."
Me mouthing my thoughts as I spin my elaborate shoulders on feather duty.
The supermature woman is "more than a warcraft threat" and recognized by the guild leader. But still, one man is made to succumb.
A beastly belly-haired gentleman walking next door spewed out his words as he shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm the world's biggest World Champion."
The sound is in my ear, and I return the same words.
"Are you the world's # 1 World Champion? Sooner or later, you want to see the battle."
A beastly belly-haired gentleman who makes a stiff look after only a few silences. I don't know why, but the gentlemen around me also blurted out.
"... Doctor Slime, I was curious about that"
I look at the words I hear leaking. I want you to stop making misleading statements.
I just admired and was interested in the powerful people I hadn't seen yet.
"Tauro, one day you'll be on the same stage. I guarantee it."
A guild leader who gives unwanted guarantees while smiling and nodding. After that, the peripheral stirring turns into a comeback.
"No, that's not what I said"
Although I would argue it's a misunderstanding, it doesn't seem to be in their ears. He whispers in excitement that the treasure is finally moving, etc.
(Well, look, I'm not being hostile.)
While sighing, it was me getting into the golem carriage in the carriage stash.