Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 160 Late Night Border Omui City Inn White Weird

Looking at the beautiful flowers decorated in the corner of the dining room during the bath, it takes a long time to think - beautiful large circle flowers are produced, but their arrangement is delicate and elegant. A harmonious and gentle beauty that envelops even inorganic objects that conflict with the bonelessness of its vessels. That's a magic cannon, isn't it?

Today, military common sense in the world was overshadowed. A weapon of annihilation that determines battlefield trends (excuse me) was truncated in a futile word, and, on second thought, turned into a useless long object. The awesome of that latest edition of the highest technology crystal is prototyped, and the pity is that it's a giant vase in the corner of the inn that you don't need instantly. This is what Mr. Yao was talking about, loneliness?

How much the kingdom and the Patriarchate craved a magic cannon...... a weapon that was unilaterally shot in on the battlefield and broken down the front, sniped off a good knight, and dreaded and thirsty...... is flowering in the corner looking disturbing.

"Dear Sharicelles, I know how you feel. How much the Church has also suffered and feared from that magic cannon... beautiful flowers are you?

The new tactics launched by the Empire overshadowed the common sense until then, when the smallest countries, which were close to the weakest, turned into the largest empires at once. Referring to the restoration of ancient empires, the historical basis for this is the declaration of war, equal to a weak allegation, that war spreads to the continent, and that coordination between nations is a distant cause of the loss and crushing of aid to kingdoms and borders. That symbol is that vase...... otherwise the magic cannon.

"Yao said that the blunt force of an iron vase was more dangerous than cannonism, and that confessions were more dangerous when hunted down by a cliff... but it doesn't make sense if you don't get the chairman of the committee to interpret it, does it?"

"Well, but if I hit him with a magic cannon, most of it would fall."

The marvel of the magic cannon, which cannot be ignored as a military strategy, was weakened by the magic superficial filling process (multicoloured) clothing, which is convenient and fashionable because of the change of colour. When I realized that it was a decent armor of demon iron, it was to the point of pain when it hit me. To that extent, we're going to need a huge amount of demon stones or MPs. There's really no point in running heavy, big weapons, which means it's cheaper, faster and easier to hit them, right?

"On second thought, it's an evolved weapon to fight demons... so it's useless to be able to bog demons, right?

"I was afraid I'd get hit with a single blow if I didn't have a working out LV or Epic gear... you're getting pointless because they're both all in place"

"" When it does, it's heavy and big and disturbing, "he said.

I was a military sidekick, not to mention a princess, and Arianna, the princess of the Patriarchate, who has a lot of skirmishes with the Empire, be it clergy, naturally knows her well. And even Mr. Cookie, who was hiding his identity in the land of deep forest elves, was familiar with the horror, everyone actually saw the beauty of that enormous and disastrous weapon and thought... that it was a big cylinder.

"I would have had something to think of if I had just seen it back in the day... you said you didn't feel anything!?"

"It's a horrible thing to be used to. And that flower ruins the sense of weaponry?

"I was gathering intel that if the Elf Forest junction were to be destroyed, it would be the Magic Gun Squad... you don't seem to need anything, do you? It seems to be disturbing."

"Yao concluded that he was vulnerable to pitfalls... because it was heavy"

The fear was that no one was surprised to see the magic cannon, even if they saw the beauty of a giant cannon, everyone ended up with "wow, it's cannon". That voice contained no fright or awe, no fine dust, it was just a calm voice that there were cannons.

"So no one would be surprised to see a cannon when it comes to a brunette country!?"

"Do you mean there's usually cannons, that calm..."

"Well, the same goes for Inn (here), but there's a giant turret out at the consulate (our), so I was wondering if that's normal in his country?

I do remember it being explained that the main cannon of the consulate on the border is a line of live ammunition weapons of a super gigantic turret with 46 sanch cannons that boast a more overwhelming shell than a demon cannon, so to speak, it can shoot magic, but it costs more... that was already a developmental type of demon cannon!?

On second thought, the people who all of you just seem commonsense because of Mr. Yao's unprecedented insanity, in fact, all lived in the dreaded nation of his homeland. Anyway, an unusual group of legendary Virgins who look perfectly normal together.

"Mr. Sharicelles, let's go to your room. It's a girls' party." "Arianna has potatoes, too, right, couch potatoes?" "" If Yuki-kun asks, they're going to convert potato daughters (couch potatoes) or something! "" Mr. Cookie, come on, come on. Eat a potato and boost your strength, or your LV will go up.

Friends who invite you with an uncontrolled smile. Meriere, who, like me, hung his whole life for the people and on the sword, Arianna, who became a priest trying to save the people, and Cookie, who protected Eve and T., who grew up like sisters while living as a hidden maid, and who wanted to fight the labyrinth, were all heretical and lonely.

"If you don't come soon, I'm gonna eat potatoes," "I'm ready for a lot of juice," "Yes, I am, because it's bad for my health if I don't get well nourished later." "Yes, it is." "

We made best friends like that, and they recognized us as friends. For the first time in my life, my friends, that's what so many of my best friends call me. Are you calling me with a bad face?

"Ah... after the sorority, the maiden endurance enhancement special training (Mr. Rafflesia) tour where you can play with green flowers..." "" Cookie, good luck! "" "is... yes?

I hold my shoulders and run over to everyone. I'm sure I'm laughing, I thought I was the only one laughing in the fight. My friends call me the one who thought I was so fun, that I only had a place on the battlefield. I smile, I wave, I wave, I wave, I wave.

And I'm interested in chatting, laughing at the other loving stories of the day, and the end of the day teasing each other is a sorority. I had no friends, so I was happy... and full of beautiful girls, and I enjoyed the bath. (JULU)

And over time, we chat enough to forget, and when we laugh too much and tired, Angelica and the others go to battle with the nasty sex emperor. Its determined sides are divinely riddled and beautiful, its figure lined with lovely limbs in sexy bikinis. These are the heroes who have made history a legend and saved the world, whether it ends in tragedy or not, and they come out with a bad face.

"" "Well, Cookie, let's work hard from the beginner level," "Yes. I'm ready to give my body and mind...... Ah, no! Hey, hey... hey, hey, hey, hey! Ahhh!! Huh... Ha, ahhh..."

In the tall elves, they're small, but the long legs that shine ivory are beautiful and show tentacles! And a cuddly tight cute bum trembles with an attractive limb with a rare tingling on many sleek elves (Gokuri!).

Your hands are restrained over your head and resting on your back. Your body jumps freaked out, your thin tentacles stroke your smooth stomach and crawl around a resilient bust like a hemisphere that won't mould off on your back, extending its tip to your lower abdomen too!!

The delicate movement that touches that slightly slowly, but caresses the smooth skin as it glides, you are a tentacle that has the potential to stubbornly squeeze through every corner!!

"Hino...... ahhh. Ahhh...... ahhh! Oh, ahhh... whoa, whoa! Oh, hi! Ahh!!"

Tentacles relentlessly slip into the stiff, closed thigh clearance to rub together, trying to resist by bending one foot into a desperate letter with his ankle tangled away, caressing by carefully thin fibers to the lower abdomen where he shakes his butt to resist, and his pretty voice turns into a sweet scream (gokung!

The shivering resistance endured is ravaged by countless tentacles, breathless and unceasing exhalation turns to screaming, the shivering becomes cramped and compelling limbs turn back and remain tentacled...... aahhh! Nhhhhhh ♥

"Ugh... Mr. Sharicelles sounds like fun... ahhh ♥"

"Hino! Oh, yeah... you mean your eyes are alive or you're running blood? Hmm!"

"Ha... ha... ahhh, ahh ♥ So, but the room disappeared on the boulder and my eyes passed away? Ah!? Huh ♥"

From here on out is the maiden's secret, the secret garden is beautiful with honey in a mess of white flowers, but ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah