My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 584: Conquering Urutia

In fact, don't look at the magic council so easily, there's actually a lot to deal with.

But Keiral and Urutia have been working on it for a week, and it's Keiral's welfare to keep them tired for a day.

When he came to Uru's room, Keiral pushed directly into the door, and the frogs had no guts in Keiral saying, "Don't go in there and disturb her.” Under the circumstances disturbing Uru.

So she woke up as a problem.

Keiral pushed the door open and closed it with his hands, and saw a Urudia in Uruvian arms.

Slowly walking up, Kerall came to Uru's bed.

The two women had long hair, short hair, like sisters, snuggling with each other, and the color of Uru was relaxed, as if they were having some uncomfortable dreams despite their slight eyebrows, while Urudia wrinkled her eyebrows tightly, with long eyelashes and tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

She just cried.

At least I cried before I went to bed.

She was curled up in Uru's arms, and the whole person was curled up like a kitten, dying in Uru's arms, a sign of extreme insecurity in behavioral psychology.

Kerall crooked his head, thought about it, and then took off his coat and went into Uru's duvet in his underwear.

I don't know how he squeezed, hard to squeeze Urutia to the side, Urutia really lacked a sense of security and immediately died hugging Keral's waist, although it was a little different from the soft feeling just now, but Keral had not yet practiced that state of hard state, slightly overhanging Keral's waist, she continued to sleep.

There is no place in Urutia at this time where the usual English is refreshing, or just endless weakness.

Kerall's heart was soft, her arms lifted to her shoulders, and her other hand reached over Ulu's neck to make a comfortable pillow for her.

Surrounded by the fragrance of two women, Kerall was finally able to let go of his mind and sleep slowly.

Keiral and a Holy Ten battle consumed so much magic that Makarov was so easily able to defeat Josepola and Keiral, who had previously suppressed Josepola, was inextricably linked, and it was precisely because Keiral consumed so much of Josepola's magic that Josepola himself was a very bad defenseman, which was broken by a blow.

Otherwise, if Makarov really wanted to kill a Holy Ten through a trick, it would have been a little too crazy.

Super magic is super magic, but the annihilation of Josepola is undoubtedly indispensable, and that's the real reason Josepola defeated North.

Nor did he know how long he slept, and while Kerall was still asleep, his waist suddenly sank and a heavy object pressed against his waist.

The touch was familiar and Morgana often pressed him so hard to wake him up.

But the weight is wrong.

Morgana was full of muscle strength. Although she was 12 years old, she was already a strong martial arts worker. She drifted like a cotton flock without any weight. She valued the fact that Keiral's body was shaking all the time. She wanted to turn Keiral around but didn't dare to push too hard and was afraid to hurt him.

And now this man is sitting directly on his body with a cold, rough ass.

Soft, but heavy! An adult woman weighs more than a barrel of mineral water, and a barrel of mineral water pressurizes you for half a day, let alone a woman?

Kerall just woke up with an ass.

When he opened his eyes, Urudia grabbed his hand and put it up.

With his forehead on his forehead, his nose on his nose, his eyes on his eyes, Urutia stared at Keiral with a pair of big eyes, and there was something blinking inside.

“Say, who the hell are you?” She said harshly.

“Shh, who am I?” Kerall looked at her softly. She was more than fierce and lacked acting. Kerall lifted her neck and her mouth kissed Urutia's cherry lips.

When Urudia was 21 years old, where did she go through all this? The whole person was frightened, and Kerall tasted her thin upper lip, her full lower lip, and her sweet liquid.

Keiral's thinness lasted for ten seconds before she reflected it, like a frightened rabbit, Urutia jumped to run and was suddenly pressed against the bed by Keiral.

Both of them should be glad the bed was big enough, otherwise Uru would have been awakened by intense action by both of them.

“So who do you think I should be?” Keiral gasped, and the fiery breath washed Urutia's face and neck constantly, causing her to itch and slowly diffuse the strangeness in her heart.

“And you, who are you?” Keiral pressed Urutia on her shoulder, but her other hand slowly penetrated her arms, wearing a short skirt and a kimono, which only required a long pull on both sides, a wrap and a strap like a Japanese kimono.

And she had taken her belt before she went to bed, and her relaxed kimono revealed a white jade-like skin, and now Keiral just shook her into her arms.

Keiral's hands are a little cold, but she's got a very frozen effect on her now feverish body that makes her goose bumps up, and this cold, hot, intersecting feeling is really fascinating.

Kerall's hands are cold, but the skin he brushes over is so refreshing and hot that he can't help but want his hands to soothe himself more.

In this alternation of ice and fire, the suffering of Urutia is known.

Soon Urutia's gasp grew louder and louder in this room.

“So... who are you?” Keiral gently kissed her neck, earlobes, little by little, slowly moving down, this slow movement infinitely irritated and tormented Urutia, and she couldn't wait for Keiral to go straight to her home base and look forward to Keiral's next gentle caress.

Kerall slowly teased her for less than ten minutes, and she was almost completely insane.

Disturbingly twisting her body full of sweat, she burned Kerall's lust like a naked and seductive mud.

Suddenly pressed Urudia, Keiral, this hundred kilos of meat is much stronger than she is, took a big breath, and Keiral sighed in her ear and said, "Don't move, you leprechaun, or you'll be eaten! ”

I don't know which one is wrong, or what is wrong with Kerall's flirtatious, dazzling Urutia's face: “Come if you can.” Totally started the war.

War between men and women.

War of conquest and conquest.