Infinite Gentleman

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Chapter Thirteen The World's Talents Entering My Tie

"!!!"

Of course, the voice was the original sincerity of the battlefield-and after hearing this voice, the archangel Gabriel only felt that his hair was upside down, as if he was being stared at by a creature in the food chain, that kind of fear. It felt like she was about to call out.

In the next second, she just felt that her body was out of control. In the next second, she just feels that her body is very refreshing, very comfortable-of course it is cool, and it is not only her that is comfortable, and the girls on the ground are also the same-in this pleasant feeling , They showed black face together.

Feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling-all feelings-heaven, bliss. I don't care about everything anymore, I don't care about everything anymore. As long as the battlefield, there is only the battlefield, and only the battlefield.

"Sincere, sincere and sincere~~~~"

The girls' sincere love for the battlefield soared suddenly. For example, like the Item group of four, the favorability for Battlefield is just below friends, the lovers are at full level, or the ignorant like Inticus. Or like Teacher Xiaojing and Teacher Huang Quanchuan, although they have a great affection for the battlefield. But because of this and other reasons, I haven't had sex with the original battlefield. There are also people like Gufa Meiwei and Photon after marriage. Although they have had sex with the original battlefield, their relationship is still not up to standard——

Nothing is a problem.

Among the crowd, only Dunko Enoshima was laughing wildly. The bee-eater was doing his best to resist, while Yu Chuanyi only avoided it, and looked around in a little panic: "Sincere classmates!"

It seems that he wants the battlefield to be sincere, and quickly collect his magical powers. However, in this case, Zhanchangyuan's sincerity only regarded it as having not heard, and completely ignored Yuchuan's persuasion.

This is, the original sincere battlefield's strongest letting go. Back then, I pitted Teacher Skaha and countless girls. Even now it can be used to pit the archangel Gabriel. Hum... But considering that Gabriel is a girl, maybe we can use a more feminine title, such as Gabriel?

Of course it's fine anyway. The girls on the ground, the three of the best, or the girls with specialization in the spirit department, can resist the powerful magic power of the battlefield. The reason is not how good they are-

Of course, they are indeed very good, but they are not good enough to resist the world's top magic arts-yes, this is already the realm of "gods"-

The reason for this is because the original sincere perfect world of the battlefield is not here with 80% of the strength.

These girls can only be regarded as being affected at best, and they only endured 20% of their strength.

And her 80% strength, of which 20%, was enjoyed by the archangel Gabriel alone. This is the reason why the archangel Gabriel feels so happy that he is in the world of bliss.

And the other 60%-all in-Ma Mei Mei's body!

"Battlefield, you count me!"

Sister Ma Meimei had such an idea in her heart.

I have a thousand fortunes, but I didn't expect that under the current situation of such a big enemy, Zhanyuanyuan would learn from a bald head chairman, especially myself, behave very well!

I didn't want to mess with her at all. I just want to mix a bowl of rice with her. To tell the truth that I am so cute, I didn't ask her for money, I just wanted to eat a bowl of rice under his hands. Is there any difficulty? Is it too much? Not at all excessive, right?

However, Zhanchangyuan wanted to make herself her Rinpoche, which is too much. Moreover, it is not general excessive, it is very, very excessive.

Thinking like this in her heart, she gritted her teeth and wanted to fight the battlefield with all her life - however.

No way, there is no strength in her body. Looking at the girl who was held in the arms by the battlefield and made various and nice sounds from her hands, Ma Mei Meimei felt that she had no strength at all. .

"Damn it, bastard..."

Looking at the girl holding the shape of Mao Luo and the core of Gabriel, she happily put her hands up and down, toward the battlefield where she came, and looked at him with a confident smile, a very ambiguous look. At the same time watching the girls rushing into the arms of the battlefield one by one, like this and all. Sister Ma Meimei finally couldn't stand it, and fell to the ground. The body is limp and hot, and the secretion of fluid from the lower body also increases very, very fast.

"Sister Ma Mei Mei~"

Although I still want to resist hard in my heart, my body is very honest. Little by little, little by little, just like those girls, she crawled towards the battlefield Yuancheng.

That kind of entanglement, that kind of desire, that kind of physical sensation made her feel like she was going crazy. Only Zhanchangyuan, only let the warm chest of Zhanchangyuan sincere to warm himself. Only by letting Zhanchangyuanzheng hold himself tightly in his arms, and at the same time, letting Zhanyuanyuanzheng's big and hot "beep" fill the emptiness of his body, can he be satisfied.

"However, however, yet--"

The greater this desire, the stronger the resistance in Sister Ma Meimei’s heart.

Body, mind, mind and body. This kind of longing and resistance alternated, making Ma Meimei feel that her soul was about to be torn apart.

Pleasant, joyful, joyful.

"Sister Ma Mei Mei, what are you'but' what~" Zhan Tian Yuan squatted down with a smile, and then said happily to sister Ma Mei Mei.

"You, you..." Sister Ma Meimei looked at him, and then couldn't say anything. The gaze looking at Battlefield Hara also became very complicated.

"Really~~You don't know how to say that, I don't know what to do~"

While Zhanchangyuan said this, he stretched out his hand, and gently slid his fingers across the white face of Sister Ma Mei Mei. The tiny feeling made Ma Mei Mei's pleasant feeling a lot stronger.

"Yes, damn..."

"Oh~ It turns out that Sister Ma Meimei was saying that I was hate~"

Zhanchangyuan’s hand slid down little by little, and finally landed on the soft and plump milk ball of Sister Ma Mei Mei: "What is the damn thing~ Ma Mei Mei, you must be good~ Okay, make it clear and make me clear. It's easy to change~"

While the archangel Gabriel hung on Battlefield Yuan's body and rubbed back and forth, Battlefield Yuan's other hand grabbed Ma Meimei's other milk ball. Rub slowly and slowly. Sister Ma Meimei couldn't help but groaned "~~~~~".

"You, your hands..."

"What's wrong with my hand-oh." So Zhanchangyuan retracted his hand: "I understand, Sister Ma Meimei, what you said is my hand is hateful, right? No problem, no problem, I won't rub it. Touch it, isn't it all right~"

After Zhanchangyuan's hand was retracted, Ma Mei Meimei only felt that her inner emptiness had increased a lot. The feeling of tickling and unbearable keeps increasing, making her really going crazy.

"Yes, damn..."

"Huh?!" The original battlefield looked strange: "What's wrong, am I hateful again?"

"You, your hands, hands..."

"This is very strange." Zhanchangyuan said: "When I kneaded just now, senior sister you said I was hateful, now I don't rub it, senior sister you still call me hateful. So whether I rub it or not? ~"

Having said this, Zhanchangyuan approached Ma Meimei sister and felt the temperature of her body. Then he held her in his arms.

"..."

"Speak, senior sister, if you don't speak, I don't know what should I do~"

"rub……"

"Speak louder, senior sister, I can't hear you like this."

"I, I said..."

As a result, Sister Ma Meimei, whose reason was finally about to collapse, said to Battlefield Hara in a crying tone: "Knead...I want you to treat me like those girls."

"This... isn't it right?"