Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 147 Night Elf Forest "Souvenir Shop Elf Forest Branch, Kibonne through the Elov Forest, like?

In the end, I squeeze it up again because of Mr. Rollcake in Vanilla Cream, brush your skin up in the bath and try the maiden battle ready! Yes, measurements and dress made to order!!

In the end, only exploration and sweeping demons moved the guard and nothing Elder today, the merchant side seems to have been only a skirmish over there, though Mr. Zero and Mr. Guiangilley are wary.

A merchant country with no more hand tags, but if it moves near doom, the calculation goes crazy because I thought the merchant country was first. If there really is a Great Labyrinth and it becomes an attack, it will be a total force battle... the back will be defenseless.

And Elder has no movement whatsoever as to whether the misfiring (greeting) by Yaoi-kun's buster launcher has worked. Broken hearts Elders fled home in large numbers, so you wouldn't want to come out much when you see that tragedy, but you thoroughly showed that there was shelling, even with the pull. So it doesn't work poorly, so it's more likely to eat.

That elf conference needs a dress! Yes, I was told it was good in plain clothes, but the king invited me to go to the royal castle. Courtesy (dress)! Very nice (T). The (P) fashionable dress (O) for partay is important.

I can't stop Nimanima just imagining the dreamy dress you make anymore, but I can't stop sweating cold when I think of the fear of measuring the Sex Emperor (72% UP)...

"You're scared of the numbers that say it's 72% up or about to happen!?" "Seventy-two?" There are seventy-two. "" It was the smallest number of Achilles. "" It's a different world, Solomon 72 columns? "" "As much as Int 'l up, King Solomon's devil will have trouble competing, won't he?

It doesn't make any sense in the numbers, but Int has risen by more than 70%. And it seems that it has been adjusted, it is a miracle that combines the ultimate abilities to cultivate and enhance magic and immortality, where all the extreme perceptions through fast thinking and extreme parallelism are united by wisdom. The inevitable mystery of integrating the chaos of even reckless abilities as magic in your body, that seems to be your job?

"It's a synthetic number at 1,2,3,4,6,8,9,12,18,24,36,72 positive promises!" "Synthetic number...... what is it?" "I was learning to say or synthesize numbers!?" "Shit, if you don't turn up Int, the math sucks!" "The squares of two squares by three is 72!" "Kuh, the traitor is going to take that exam!?" "" Because the math exam (test) is not going to transfer across worlds! Let's hunt when we come, I'm sure we'll be weak in fire magic!! ""

It distracts me in a meaningless conversation and relieves me of my tension, and I'm confused because my body remembers the fear of pleasure.

It was explained that a vast amount of magic control was compiled in the inner job, that the limits of its abilities were extended and drilled late into the night, and that the skills drilled and exceeded in regular battlefield morning training (boko) were scrutinized and reduced (feedback) to the inner job. I'm afraid the interpretation is not wrong. It's clean where there is no battle in the labyrinth.

Anyway, I used to come up with vibration crushing of bread flour to make hamburgers, and I was the current perpetrator of an attempted nuclear fusion case from the thought of it. It seems that the "Stop Destruction" that defeated Sandwich Giant by destroying him atomically stemmed from the proposition of how to drain and shatter moisture from the bread! Yeah, I guess it's perfectly normal for you to say that hamburgers and nuclear weapons are at the same level to coordinate with demons in the woods and challenge you for an inside job.

"Yao, are you coming in?

"Yao, you're here, but if you don't step into the room on your own and start taking off your clothes, it's a case of insanity, and you're a stuttering attack on a crazy woman, so security is a dangerous crisis. An open committee? Like?"

I couldn't break the tension and my spirit weakened, making excuses makes no sense but when we talk, the language collapses...... yeah, maybe we don't talk enough because we can't do the morning arr in the Adventurer Guild?

"Because it's a long time! Why are we talking about confirming our existence when we don't know what it means just to" go into your room "and we're off track! I'm coming in, right?

"So with the committee...... Kittari Kiraretari, Dawn Mi and this Akemi? Yeah, you've never had a full measurement before -... well, it sucks to be in a position, right? If you're a serious elf associate, LV is expensive, too?

The Commission and the beefy Mr Kiriquil and Mr Archemy. I got my gear and clothes, and Mr. Archemy is so thankful that he made kimonos, and I'm so sick of making things for you. However, it was cautioned that it would flood with all sorts of things... and the expression was hard. Yeah, they're both maidens... so I'm sure for a moment.

"" Oh, please!

And it begins. The dress, it's a maiden's battle outfit. Besides, this time it's for real combat, it's not a ball, so it's a simple courtesy, and I hear you're adding simple armor to this and designing it for combat battle dresses. So I look at the dress site as the base part and design it closely with trial and error.

And the prototype (prototype) is why the tentacles are thoroughly measured and obsessively finely crafted, and the magic thread is thoroughly renovated as it is finely confirmed and corrected and verified, and the design is reviewed with wisdom, and the tentacles are re-corrected and extensively changed over and over again... The maiden shivers and falls one after the other in its finely thorough work, clamping back and scratching the algae. The appalling 72% up effect drives the maiden's soft skin crazy, destroying reason and consciousness!

Yeah, it was the inner bodysuit that sucked. The madness of the name, a measurement that penetrates every corner of the body, where more delicate and elaborate controls make the whole body explore and shake. Yeah, we're all stuffy, crazy, falling over?

"" "" "Hiya, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" "" "" "" "

It's my usual snort scream, but this time I joined just in case, Mr. Archemy and Mr. Kiriquil traveled to Heavenly Jail, cramped back in an instant screaming. Yeah, if he's not immune, he's instantly killed and people can't show him. He's bouncing around freaking out at the look of none of that.

"This little fabric was fatal, but the perceptual control system has risen, so I think I can go giddy, but I want a lot of detailed opinions because it changes to comfort with a thin, complicated twist at the fiber level, so I'm looking for a lot of fine opinions, but fine cramps are a little different, right? Yeah, why are there so many voices out there that they don't contain any language at all?

(Poyo poyo)

Still not completely usable? He said he could adjust the effect of the int rise... but somehow more dangerous contact (touch) is where it's dangerous than usual... YAY, AY... AY, YAY, HI, NO! Ahhh ♥

"Yeah, I'm actually in the middle of an int rise at 131% up right now, and I'm buying more and more int increments from the elves, but I found quite a bit in the woods, and it rippled and compounded into a bunch of effects all the way up, and the alchemy rose tremendously, right? A little rampant because I still can't grasp my senses?

"" "" Miyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu "" "

If I was frightened by 72%, it would have been 131%. In other words, more than twice as precisely engineered demon yarn increases the number immensely, more delicately individual controls are also slightly worn, fine fibers are braided and pasted into each other, and delicate 3D is drawn and spinned into raw skin. Did you occasionally disrupt the control over the delicate and gentle contact (touch) that continued to spread? The strong contact (touch), but, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. ♥

Many twists and dozens of knitting combine to transform a fine woven fabric that stretches and maintains 3D while pressing and wrapping trembling flesh, curving elasticity and gently wrapping over raw skin. Beautiful fabric is knitted and turned into a beautiful dress, beautiful to decorate to fit your body... but the contents don't seem to work for everyone anymore?

And thousands of magic formations and tens of thousands of skills and hundreds of millions of grants are superimposed and transformed into decorations, waving back to the wrapping frills, trembling and stuffing at the drapes that stroke your skin, twisting your body into colorful laces and cramping. Yi, no, no, no, no. ♥

My consciousness... The subtle palpation of sliding over my skin or not makes countless noises (roughness) The vertigo touches my skin, and to say caress, the slight vibration extends and complicates the fine-tuning of wrapping my whole body... No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Mr. Kiriquil and Mr. Archemy, who were given the highest priority in the Elves that they might take on more dangerous assignments than they did in the top LV... are cramped and bored by a stimulus that never ends while falling.

"Ahhh ♥ hah ♥ ahhh...... ahhh ♥ (Bikun Bikun ♥ Bikun ♥)"

Apparently, we could make adjustments... but you know, setting the safety range to Angelica's standards wouldn't reassure you at all? You can't stand a bunch of people using that late night battle as a benchmark, can you?

Well... maybe the wound was small, contrary to too many instant kills? Yeah, Mr. Kiriquil and Mr. Archemy weren't completely flying in memory and consciousness early in the day... and Bello, your face sucks, huh?

Then everyone's dresses were created in order of safety, and one victim after another was destroyed… all were transported tuna and re-bathed.

'Cause the maiden is up 131%... the maiden screams with all sorts of sniffles. Hell was a big deal around fast in Heaven Hell. Mr. Gianguirre and Cheritti, who were not immune at all, are relieved as if their souls had fallen out in a hot tub with a hazy consciousness, like their souls had fallen out without their open mouths blocked. Yeah, they're all quiet - still got a finish on their skin...... uuuuuu.