Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 87 After noon Labyrinth

I'm bored, though I'm progressing. Dogs, wolves, dogs, dogs, wolves, dogs... There were some upright walking dogs along the way, but I was surprised that they were usually wolves there, and it's 90 levels, the final floor, and it's like the labyrinth king's turn.

I also tried fishing for hidden room items along the way, but they were good, but nothing caught my eye, and the demons were just dogs and wolves, no equipment drops, and it seemed like a labyrinth during a not-for-profit recession. "Geez" sounds annoying from below, but I'm in the middle of an elegant tea party, so I want you to be quiet.

The table is lined up with all kinds of fruit in cream cream. Your daughter and Mr. Slime are fighting over it and are tasting it. The chairman of the armored committee is looking at the two of them with troubled faces, but the cream is on his mouth and nose, so he seems quite disappointed. You seem to like it and I'll make it again. It's milk cream, not raw cream. Personally, the rating is subtle, but it seems to be popular because I don't see it anymore. Don't worry about mushroom tea just because you enjoy tea time while adding mushroom tea substitutes to your teacup. But downstairs is "gangster" and wussy!

I guess it's a dog anyway - I sprayed vinegar and left a lid on it, and I figured it was a dog and it was making a scene during the tea party, it's a dog that hasn't gotten laid, it's a labyrinth king or something, so I want you to roar a little more behaving and quietly.

Going down to the sour 90 hierarchy was a huge double-headed dog who was constantly breathing but also suffering and stuffing, and I thought it was Ortolos again, "Mawiong LV100" Indonesian god dog. He was a pretty local demon who said something like a double-headed watchdog at the entrance to the kingdom of death in front of the gates of the heavens that welcomes Adad and the Necromancer, the goddess who comes out in the mythology of the Milanau nation of Borneo Island. I've already danced with the chairman of the armored committee, your daughter dropped two heads, and Mr. Slime's eating me, but you seem unhappy with the sourness, and you're rather angry?

"Well, it's going to be late for another turn, and shall we go home? I mean, I'd like to train a little bit, but I'm worried about the irrationality of not having enough combat in the labyrinth to indulge in excessive violence in training, but I've got a costume for my handles today, so I'm training without armor, and I don't feel like I'm going to act as a handler because I haven't hit them at all every time. Well, handles? But I'm sure Mr. Cheerleader only sees a future that comes bumping up without supporting me, and even if I don't bother to look at it with a" futuristic view, "I'm seeing results, and I just want to make some adjustments, okay?

(Unh-unh. Kokukoku. Poyopoyo.

They're good, they don't want me to fight too much, but they're good at training. I hate to make you fight demons because they're dangerous, but it sounds like your favorite thing to bump into with your own hands?

The time flowing slows and delays and prolongs, the flow of body and time that gets heavier to go with it, avoiding the slashing line flowing in the world of time delay (slow motion) activated by "wisdom" and slowly chopping the world into one action with "falsehood", the swordfish of moments in such a gentle time that the sticks of trees can be touched and bounced off each other, manipulating the body while scratching the sticky, loose air and controlling the "devil wrap", twisting the body into the rain gap of the sword and releasing the falsehood. Awkward to say serial strikes, to say sword moves, distorted sword dancing, training I want to know how much time I can endure, but the sword gradients of the instant moment in the heavily flowing time and the recurrence of the avoidance of the moment of revolution also lose the sense of time to extend and exchange swords with each other for eternal time.

It's a two-on-one drill with the chairman of the armored committee and your dancing daughter, so we'll fight through the hell of an unbroken sword for even a second, just in case we can't get through it, because it's Mr. Cheer Girl!

Ring dance of the thighs across the brilliant countless swords with miniskirts shaking and twisting on slippery footsteps and dancing legs. Dive through thousands of spears, slash down hundreds of millions of swordfights and look at cancer, gather everything you've ever worn and gather all the abilities you've ever acquired and wrap yourself in one piece and look at your whole body with cancer. While keeping the shaking thighs in sight in a world of time-delayed (slow motion) stretched infinitely to the extreme concentration, we see all of this space with "Luo Shen Eye" in sight without missing one at a time and without missing out on it from all angles. That's a world where only extreme concentration can see through all eternal time, where I kept watching Mr. Cheerleader's swinging thigh in infinite time amid the biggest trials in the other world where he said he would keep looking at Mr. Thigh as he exchanged two labyrinth royal bumps.

Accelerated thoughts to the ultimate where limits were superimposed on the limit were quickly interrupted and bogged down at the moment when the limits were exceeded.

"" Very good, it was focused. But my eyes are flattering!

He wanted to do it? I'm sure there's something wrong with Mr. Luo Jin Eye, of course the permanent preservation with "Luo Jin Eye" was made, but Mr. Raw Thigh is a different belly! Besides, it is rarely praised by the chairman of the armoured committee, he must have been able to fight enough. Now we can use "falsehood" again, just how do we focus on the demon opponent to the extreme? It's not fun to look at that, is it?

"Welcome home, are you hungry? Well, a little early, but you want to make dinner? Or can you bump it? Burning or burning, you can't break out of an overnourished circle of overeating infused infinitely, so there's no end to burning. If you can bump like hell in an infinite hell, Mr. Fat is burned, refreshed in body, mind, thighs? crotch? I was watching you say that, wasn't I? Yeah, I saw cancer!

"" "I'm home. - Why, Mr. Cheagirl? I want it too!

The chairmen of the committee had come back to the inn, and they were coming to see the training. I just couldn't afford to turn to consciousness, but events around me were perceived and grasped in that state of concentration. Even though Mr. Thigh was the limit of concentration with four bottles, it's an extra 40 bottles in a row or something. It's the limit of thought, Mr. Munchkin Spatz's intrusion made him exceed his limit of consciousness! I guess this was a training to be tested boys high school limits, because absolutely no boys high school students can! That would be the big problem if 44 munchkin thighs had boys high school students who could fight while recognizing 22 puffy hip-lines or something, don't have a heresy (BL) trial going on.

The girls are going to light me up before dinner, and I'm going to prepare dinner while I avoid the spreading multilateral simultaneous attack of the orphan launcher. One after the other, the orphans came home from work, and they joined the orphan launcher with the voice of "I'm home," and the toddlers pushed at their feet, and the orphans danced in the universe to prepare a frantic meal, and the nannies fought with no support, no support, no help! Well, there's no way I can get stuck in the labyrinth eating this every day.

Ota Mogada, who was being abused by the orphans, escaped the good news that the target had changed to me, because they would take the high-speed orphan who flew in, and they would be buried and crushed immediately. The orphan daughters are taught to stay away from Ota Danger, so the orphans shoot the Otas, and the orphan daughters flock to Mogadishu, but when I come, they lock me on and take heavy fire from both factions. I'm very busy before dinner because I can't use Cookie Chaff.

"" "" Here you go "" "

At last, we all had dinner, and it was a busy, annoying, troublesome thing, but I like it if I'm feeling better. No more frightening eyes, no more peeping eyes, no more childish glitter eyes, cheeks with your eyes, people with me will enter the loop world with RE I too, the day to get out seems far away?

There was some anxiety about what would happen to the otherworlds, but the vinegar pig was also popular, and the dumplings were so impetuous that the mountains were scraped off...... finally the Mojas were throwing away their chopsticks and starting to throw them in the bucket using scoops, is this getting smarter? Or is it degenerative? Your demeanor will be jealous of you later, Mr. Chairman.

Finally, the additional baking pile has disappeared. The chairman of the committee calculating the cost of food holds his head, but the dessert is taking in like a mountain... There seems to be no end (ragnarok) to the one-more set.

When I got out of the bath and went back to the navel, the Ministry of Culture and my daughters were already waiting for me. Why are we all in a bikini until the Ministry of Culture and my daughters, who seem to grow up? They're fashionable in different worlds? But there wasn't a swimsuit in the other world, was there?

Skinny body that is extraordinarily worked out and tighter than before, but still remains luxurious today, a very popular face and a dramatic personality, for which other forces are sought after!

"" "Please make it a bikini with better style!

"Physical Law I was willing to twist and bend! Besides, he's throwing everything he can at me!

How do you think it's possible that if you wear a bikini, you'll get better shape?

"At least if you're a one-piece type, you can tighten your waist and hip-up your bust, but what am I supposed to do with the exposed areas in the bikini?

"" "Do something! I want to wear a bikini, but it's too stylish around me!

Already, my body became tight and healthy, and compared to the other girls, my body was not inferior to limb beauty (proposition). I was originally good enough to be in that beauty class, and my style was never bad. But I'm surrounded by nice buddy JK's and I was willing to make it work out for me!

"... because I'm skinny, I can't just do it if I look like it, but that's a high-leg, leg-length, low-rise, accentuated bracket, and to create the impression that the bra also takes its chest wide and visually flushes its gaze to the left and right, and it's wider than the original width of the bust, and it opens the inside as wide as it wants on the side. It's going to be a radical design, right? That's horny, huh?

"" "So please! Even porn, in Nice Buddy!

Well, if it's our hope, we can't do that, and if we make it and it's as destructive as we expected, I'll make it for you, Mr. Chairman of the Armor Committee and your dancing daughter. Those two don't need to be any better styled than that, but that's what I'm gonna make of this, wet, watch, take it off. It must come a tough night, but it's inevitable destiny for boys in high school. Hi, Leg?

In the end, the tentacles are remarkable due to the redesign and re-measurement in the new design, so the tentacles are measured with the demon hand and adjusted with the tentacles with the demon hand. It's pretty surreal to say that when you scream, it's neighborhood annoying and troublesome but screaming without a voice, your face is screaming, but you're Mr. White Eyed and you don't have a voice, but a high school girl who says Bello's out there shouldn't be in public. I feel like your face, but you're closing your eyes, so nobody's looking at you? Of course you don't have to mention the two blindfolders who are still desperately trying to open their eyes from left to right, are you pulling it?

"Uh, the near-total annihilation, but oddly dear librarian, is the design as good as this? Now, the fix still works, and there's room to incorporate the request, but what do you got?

"No, because I've been meaning to ask for it from the start in Highleg. The chairmen of the committee banned me from T-backing, because I couldn't even get a slingshot, a microbikini, a Brazilian, a Y-front, or an O-back, right? Don't you think it's terrible?

"I think it's terrible, because it's that swimsuit choice that's terrible! I'm just thinking about wearing a slingshot or a Y-front or something. I'm scared of that idea, and she's a terrible, terrible daughter! I mean, would you not order that from a boy high school student? That's a catastrophic certainty, but when you make it, something big is going to happen, because it's just unclear if it's still a healthy swimsuit if you're not wearing it and say you're not willing to hide any shards at all with that eating string, right? You crazy bitch!

I'm sure all the horrible things that I didn't preach just because I made them were chosen and rejected, some sort of hi-reglow rise boomerang shape came healthy. If I saw the Y-front or something, boys high school would be wiped out, I can't either.

"Then tell me if you dip it in the bucket in turn and it's tight because it adjusts, okay?

"Oh? This is warm water. What about the lotion?"

"Why do you believe I need lotion to measure my swimsuit!

"Again - to my favorite habits❤"

"............... I don't like this guy anymore!

Ignore it and focus on adjustment, when you deal with it, it's dangerous for boys high school! And blindfolders! Why are you letting me in the lotion! Where's the blindfold?

"Without the fabric here, just the ribbon on the waist is T-shaped..."

"Rejected. I refuse to preach on the charge of preparing auxiliaries for public indecency! I mean, it's already T-back, T-front!

Why can't I remember wearing a swimsuit that opened my eyes for visual purposes, but ended up blindfolded even once today? And there! I can't let you in the lotion casually! I won't scratch you either!

"It's a feeling because of this, and it would be better for you to eat in with a little less cloth area to your liking..."

"If you go and eat as much as you want by reducing the cloth area of Mr. Heileg that's already quite good, because it's Y-front! You don't have to let them eat you up and show you!

Why are other cultural ministers so fine when they sink into the bathroom one after the other? His face is red, his breathing is rough, but he comes up with dangerous orders with a flat face, but his trembling body starts to tremble, his body turns into cramps, his lips are smudged and he is silent! Right now.

We need to get this over with. We're in danger with the boys' high school connotation, and the two of us who put the lotion in later will be punished! Why do you feel that a plush tecateca and horny body twirling boring women's high raw swimsuit show is any different from making serious swimsuits for swimming in the pool soundly?

"And the two of you, why are you turning it into indirect room lighting! It's gonna have some kind of a horny vibe, so stop it, okay? I mean, I'm making swimsuits with my eyes on them, so don't darken them, okay? Lantern lights are flirty and hard to make, and they're horny, so let's stop it, huh? Seriously, please."

The boulder librarian has also become silent, but when it's done, all five of them are posing in front of the mirror willingly to make sure it looks good, pretty tough!

The legs, originally long enough with the leg length effect by Heireg, look thin and stretched, and the low rise effect highlights the brackets from the hips to highlight the thin body lines to highlight the style. The triangle-shaped sharp design, which also has a wide open chest, makes the chest look large and rich, appealing to the body's crispness and attracting proportions, only visual effects, but this would be the limit you can do in a bikini.

You guys like it. You see him in the mirror while changing poses with a wet body in the lotion, I'm sure it's the high school boys who are attracted to the back of the plush tecateca behind it, the production is done but the motivation is still there!

When I finally finished building it, it was the limit, and Mr. Lowthorne gave me a 30-minute break because of the punishment. Thoroughly the boys in high school said they had a supernova attack (Supernova), but the time to concentrate to the extreme is short by the flow of half an hour! But the extension would be awkward. Neither one of us is moving anymore, are we? Well, it's a punishment, so there wasn't any relief? Again, the overlap between "sensitizing" and "spiritual uplifting" and "nervous acuteness" seemed amazing, wouldn't this be a maze royalty if it wasn't? You can't even "regenerate" that labyrinth royalty, and you're cramped? Oh, shit?