—— That. Were firearms so lightly “pulled”...?
In the corner of my head that turns bright white, blurry my question.
I think of her as a green elf, a luxurious "conditioner”.
on an overly disproportionate large rifle that fit into her arms.
Even after it was fired, I can't seem to make it slight from the spot, I sense signs of a threat.
—— Huh. Fantasy...? No, but. Huh.
Firearms, you see, after shooting, you say there's a recoil...??
Huh? I mean what is it? You mean she's standing there, not even taking that as a thing?
Is that a fantasy specification??
Or is she, oh see, a gatimuchi-macchio body...?
Oh, no, no, no.
Before that, there's a firearm here… (…)
—— No, you're not. That, look, the relic. Different sizes, but not the same as Ish's sole.
Either Ish's firearms are against a large number of giant weapons.
So, maybe, something like that.
—— Elf beauty is a firearm or something......
Are you okay? Like, picturesque, okay??
And, my head punches a line short in a one-word line.
Gigggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!!!
and was inadvertently regained consciousness by a sole, etc. who raised an unprecedented severer.
If you look, there's a little hell of a picture of the Une surrounding the boss discolored and shriveled like a mummy.
Although the face of the boss battle floor, which became a "scene…" as we tried, was often stunned. Find the boss who moved to "recover” as soon as possible, and whoever can move releases a dozen dozen.
This is where Une and the others came back to life.
Apparently, they did not stand discolored and exhausted.
"Hehe. I'm sorry. It's herbicidal."
Beautiful but cold smiling makes me realize, smiling person, my back honestly drips cold sweat.
In the meantime, the boss, who realized that Une's meat wall would not be resurrected, sounded a roar of anger (sighs).
Take a break in the middle of that.
"Master Brave, is it time for me, to help?
and.
She asked gently.
After a bewildering tour, he nodded one.
Though I was also surprised at the way he looked, and the way he looked at his upper body, he roared like a beast. The edge of a four-legged walking torso that rises in anger, its place rightly perceived as the lower body, cracks the ground and lifts it. My cheek, which dont pull, caught quite deep on such a "wow..." development.
They were sinking in eight directions. The tentacles of the ambush baena boss are just like this when it comes to animals! vicious genitalia. If you put it on the picture, you'll definitely get a mosaic tone on it first, that's a display of obscene boobs. What the hell did anyone who built this thing yearn for...?? And I don't think I can help but wonder calmly.
Were you resurrecting the Unes on the sole...? And. Well, even if it's a spring seed... and I'm thinking about taking care of it.
Nevertheless, look at Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Likewise, I see Mr. Floresta without slight agitation.
--Ah. No. I'm the only one who seems to know...... orz
No, no, I'm not! Because it is an object (thing) necessary for the reproduction of organisms...!!
Purely, academically, you say it's nothing dirty...!!!
and.
My brain is desperately upset.
And then, when you raise your gaze, you realize that the men of the brave party are slow to stand up with their subtle faces.
--... Ok... right ~ ~...
So much sympathy.
Soon the area of the cheeks stained with shame also drew some redness.
Signs that it was "scene…" again, and next, fine dust without pulling back. Silently flushes the sight of fluid from the abnormal system of the state causing delay from the tip of the bump or something.
In the corner of the air where Mr. Arlaune is gone and turns into a head-on battle, a battle for
A person who holds a large firearm in a glowing void with elf letters then looks sideways at pulling out two small firearms.
"In range."
and smiling and emitting a magnificent demon bullet looks like a previous world cartoon all at once.
Dirty tentacles… where the point of landing of a demon bullet streak from a black double head is the wind that is somehow avoided from within the companion.
GOWOO!! I look at the boss screaming, Ugh... and I turn away.
Afterwards, I felt it in the atmosphere, but against the eight tentacles of Uneune moving, apparently the beautiful Tsubaki fired indistinctly.
Leaning, laying, looking away at things that were tentacles.
Before long, the brave men and others broke the core part of the peek.
It's finally over, boss. Ze! in a little soothing air.
Posing as you had decided, I did the muzzle to her hooked.
--Whoa, whoa!! Forest people no no no!!!?
And I finally scream my thoughts.
I think I figured out a little bit how he felt when he said, "Devil," the angel sister of mercy...
For a moment, I looked like a merciless goddess... nostalgic for your thoughts.
Blurry off her back, the cook, squeezing fluid out of the seventh tentacle.