With a rumbling sound, a white figure knocked open the door of a room in the underground palace and was directly bombarded to the end of the corridor.
He held up the broken sword with difficulty. In his blurry vision, he saw a beautiful figure gradually coming. Faen felt bitter in his heart. He was the only one who could hit him. As a result, he was killed by the witch without even seeing the shadow of the Demon Emperor. A pair of white thighs appeared in his vision. Before he could see clearly, his claws cut off his head directly, and his last vision was dizzy.
After cleaning up this, Ge Wu shook her hand and put her blood on her back, and turned back to the room. The challenger was tired of playing and could go to another world. Thinking about this, his steps became lighter and lighter, and there were no obstacles. Many ideas came to her mind. How to enjoy this world? Did the sword cultivator kill just now a little too early, and it might be more fun to keep it.
For example, let him witness with his own eyes how his world fell, and so on, he paused. Perhaps it was still time to resurrect now, and Ge Wu, who was planning to do this, turned around and seemed to have seen a ghost..
The empty floor was untainted, with no corpses, no heads, and no blood. Only the marks of bombardment proved that there had been crushing battles here.
There were faint singing in the white space. What was this?
Am I dead?
Can't move?
But this familiar feeling made him very frightened. He might have traveled through time again.
Why do you say it again? Because he is not a Faen, he is a serious socialist successor who grew up under the red banner.
Strange, why haven't you woke up yet? Ah should have woken up. A pleasant voice came directly into his soul. This should be God. Faen wanted to respond, but unfortunately he couldn't move anything.
Ha, it turns out that there is no good product at cheap prices. Can’t the street stalls bought from the God of Death’s incinerator even wake up? He thought it would be better for him to sleep again, but his soul didn’t listen to him. After a flash, he could see things.
Lilith was a little regretful. She was very poor. She wanted to use the hundred divine powers to help her endangered churches, but the Lord God sent a task to awaken other gods, especially the snow goddesses and saints who treated each other coldly. They should remove their divine power and throw them to the demons to have children. Why did they fail in their mission and have to let Lilith awaken? What can she do, a weak goddess? Because your divine power is low and it is the foundation for forming the world, so she was asked to go. The Lord God blocked all her retreat in one sentence.
But she was very upset when she thought of saving those arrogant and inconspicuous goddesses. If she had the chance, she would definitely hang them all in the South Heaven Gate. Lilith flicked the curse dozens of times in a second, but turned around and saw a certain Faen who looked at her with his eyes open. I don’t know how long it took to look. In an instant, it was a little embarrassed by the gods. Although Lilith knew that he could not see her at all and mortals could not see God, how much did he hear?
Well, this is the thing. Your task is very simple. Go to a plane with low demons and low martial arts to find all the gods' envoys, and take the divine power in their bodies to the end point of the world to awaken other gods.
He did not give Faen any chance to talk. After a dizzy splash, he appeared on a certain plane of grass. His mind was full of buzzing roars, and only the divine sound kept cleaning his mind, prompting that he was the God-sentee who was sent to the mission.
Faen felt bad now. He had just been beaten to death by the witch, but his scars were all over. The stingy poor goddess actually helped him get up and struggled to get up. Suddenly, her eyes turned dark and she fainted.
People there should go and strengthen the guardrail. The monster is about to break through. There is a flying feather snake on the left. Here comes someone to help. A noisy sound gradually awakened him, but with it, there was an extremely strong sense of restraint. When he turned around, he saw that his hands were tied behind him and tied to a platform, and there were also several men and women nearby.
After seeing the people next door, he finally knew where the incongruity was. He was naked, and with the other men and women, he was in a mess in the wind, and his little brother was still shaking here.
The Warcraft raided the town as if it was a daily routine. In a short while, this solemn atmosphere subsided, and there were more and more pedestrians on the road. Most importantly, Faen saw a man who seemed to be a slave merchant and walked to the middle of the platform and hung a sign directly. Just at the moment of the flip, he saw that the sign was written with the latest batch of slaves from Beihai.
Others start with magical tools, so many beautiful women are there. Why is he a slave?
He got angry in an instant. Even though he was a powerful man in his previous life, how could he be a slave? His qi and blood suddenly rushed up, and then he fainted again.
It was already evening when I woke up again. It seemed that he hadn't eaten for several days, and his stomach was rumbling. At this time, a little girl passed by and looked at him, and seemed to have heard some sound.
Uncle, are you hungry?As he said that, he sent the apple he bites from his mouth directly into Farn's mouth. I'll give you food, only one bite is allowed
There was almost no hesitation. Faen bit more than half of the apple in one bite. Everything smelled good after not eating for a few days. The little girl was stunned. After looking at the apple with almost only the fruit core in her hand, tears suddenly overflowed.
Then he ran away crying. Farn glanced at a woman who threw away the little apple in the little girl's hand and hugged her to comfort her.
Thank you for your apple. Before I could swallow a few sips, I suddenly punched him directly, and the broken fruit in my mouth sprayed out directly. The slave merchant who looked at him coldly walked over and jared something for him and don't starve to death.
Then he saw a black man coming over with a bucket of odor and odor. Faen's eyes gradually became cold. The new world arranged by the goddess for him might not be so friendly.
The weak body could not resist the iron tube that pried open the teeth, and then a nausea surged into my heart. What the hell is it?
His lower abdomen quickly bulged at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the speed of being poured did not decrease at all. Soon Faen coughed uncomfortablely, and the sticky thing filled his stomach and rushed to his nose and throat along the esophagus. When the iron tube was pulled out, it sprayed out, and the ghost black man hid far away to watch the show.
The nausea continued to surge. Even if he was tied up tightly, he still vomited continuously, but he just vomited for a while and then he had no strength to vomit. The remaining dirt continued to gush out of his mouth like he was nausea, directly causing his body to smell bad.
The next moment, Faen felt his blood and energy expand. Damn it, there is aphrodisiac.
The cock stood upright, paying tribute to the sky, but now he was tied tightly. The ugly it was, the ugly it was. His eyes gradually turned black, and Faen fainted again.
After tearing it up, Faen was woken up from the cold. It turned out that the black man was holding a water pipe to clean all the slaves. Today is the day to open the market. Whether it can be sold depends on today. Of course, there are not many opportunities for such legitimate robbery. Faen watched the black man attack all the female slaves coldly. When it was his turn, he just washed away the filth on his body, but focused on taking care of his dick. The damn aphrodisiac effect was still left. He was directly congested and stood upright when washed away by the water, but the person involved was extremely uncomfortable now.
Pedestrians gradually increased, and the surrounding towns gathered like in the market today, and almost half of them visited the slave market. Farn saw with his own eyes that almost everyone was holding a slave, but his condition was not very good. There would be no good products in this kind of remote corridor, but there was an exception, he.
A streamlined figure with clear muscles and no protruding muscles, a white body covered with scars, a cold and warm look at the expressions of passers-by, and the cock that has been standing upright from early to now almost ignited the entire aunt market. His cock was filled with blood red. Since the opening of the market, many women have been snatching. One of the aunts even took off his foreskin and started masturbating, but was stopped by the slave merchant. He was a little lucky that he would really ejaculate if he would masturbate again.
……
He held up the broken sword with difficulty. In his blurry vision, he saw a beautiful figure gradually coming. Faen felt bitter in his heart. He was the only one who could hit him. As a result, he was killed by the witch without even seeing the shadow of the Demon Emperor. A pair of white thighs appeared in his vision. Before he could see clearly, his claws cut off his head directly, and his last vision was dizzy.
After cleaning up this, Ge Wu shook her hand and put her blood on her back, and turned back to the room. The challenger was tired of playing and could go to another world. Thinking about this, his steps became lighter and lighter, and there were no obstacles. Many ideas came to her mind. How to enjoy this world? Did the sword cultivator kill just now a little too early, and it might be more fun to keep it.
For example, let him witness with his own eyes how his world fell, and so on, he paused. Perhaps it was still time to resurrect now, and Ge Wu, who was planning to do this, turned around and seemed to have seen a ghost..
The empty floor was untainted, with no corpses, no heads, and no blood. Only the marks of bombardment proved that there had been crushing battles here.
There were faint singing in the white space. What was this?
Am I dead?
Can't move?
But this familiar feeling made him very frightened. He might have traveled through time again.
Why do you say it again? Because he is not a Faen, he is a serious socialist successor who grew up under the red banner.
Strange, why haven't you woke up yet? Ah should have woken up. A pleasant voice came directly into his soul. This should be God. Faen wanted to respond, but unfortunately he couldn't move anything.
Ha, it turns out that there is no good product at cheap prices. Can’t the street stalls bought from the God of Death’s incinerator even wake up? He thought it would be better for him to sleep again, but his soul didn’t listen to him. After a flash, he could see things.
Lilith was a little regretful. She was very poor. She wanted to use the hundred divine powers to help her endangered churches, but the Lord God sent a task to awaken other gods, especially the snow goddesses and saints who treated each other coldly. They should remove their divine power and throw them to the demons to have children. Why did they fail in their mission and have to let Lilith awaken? What can she do, a weak goddess? Because your divine power is low and it is the foundation for forming the world, so she was asked to go. The Lord God blocked all her retreat in one sentence.
But she was very upset when she thought of saving those arrogant and inconspicuous goddesses. If she had the chance, she would definitely hang them all in the South Heaven Gate. Lilith flicked the curse dozens of times in a second, but turned around and saw a certain Faen who looked at her with his eyes open. I don’t know how long it took to look. In an instant, it was a little embarrassed by the gods. Although Lilith knew that he could not see her at all and mortals could not see God, how much did he hear?
Well, this is the thing. Your task is very simple. Go to a plane with low demons and low martial arts to find all the gods' envoys, and take the divine power in their bodies to the end point of the world to awaken other gods.
He did not give Faen any chance to talk. After a dizzy splash, he appeared on a certain plane of grass. His mind was full of buzzing roars, and only the divine sound kept cleaning his mind, prompting that he was the God-sentee who was sent to the mission.
Faen felt bad now. He had just been beaten to death by the witch, but his scars were all over. The stingy poor goddess actually helped him get up and struggled to get up. Suddenly, her eyes turned dark and she fainted.
People there should go and strengthen the guardrail. The monster is about to break through. There is a flying feather snake on the left. Here comes someone to help. A noisy sound gradually awakened him, but with it, there was an extremely strong sense of restraint. When he turned around, he saw that his hands were tied behind him and tied to a platform, and there were also several men and women nearby.
After seeing the people next door, he finally knew where the incongruity was. He was naked, and with the other men and women, he was in a mess in the wind, and his little brother was still shaking here.
The Warcraft raided the town as if it was a daily routine. In a short while, this solemn atmosphere subsided, and there were more and more pedestrians on the road. Most importantly, Faen saw a man who seemed to be a slave merchant and walked to the middle of the platform and hung a sign directly. Just at the moment of the flip, he saw that the sign was written with the latest batch of slaves from Beihai.
Others start with magical tools, so many beautiful women are there. Why is he a slave?
He got angry in an instant. Even though he was a powerful man in his previous life, how could he be a slave? His qi and blood suddenly rushed up, and then he fainted again.
It was already evening when I woke up again. It seemed that he hadn't eaten for several days, and his stomach was rumbling. At this time, a little girl passed by and looked at him, and seemed to have heard some sound.
Uncle, are you hungry?As he said that, he sent the apple he bites from his mouth directly into Farn's mouth. I'll give you food, only one bite is allowed
There was almost no hesitation. Faen bit more than half of the apple in one bite. Everything smelled good after not eating for a few days. The little girl was stunned. After looking at the apple with almost only the fruit core in her hand, tears suddenly overflowed.
Then he ran away crying. Farn glanced at a woman who threw away the little apple in the little girl's hand and hugged her to comfort her.
Thank you for your apple. Before I could swallow a few sips, I suddenly punched him directly, and the broken fruit in my mouth sprayed out directly. The slave merchant who looked at him coldly walked over and jared something for him and don't starve to death.
Then he saw a black man coming over with a bucket of odor and odor. Faen's eyes gradually became cold. The new world arranged by the goddess for him might not be so friendly.
The weak body could not resist the iron tube that pried open the teeth, and then a nausea surged into my heart. What the hell is it?
His lower abdomen quickly bulged at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the speed of being poured did not decrease at all. Soon Faen coughed uncomfortablely, and the sticky thing filled his stomach and rushed to his nose and throat along the esophagus. When the iron tube was pulled out, it sprayed out, and the ghost black man hid far away to watch the show.
The nausea continued to surge. Even if he was tied up tightly, he still vomited continuously, but he just vomited for a while and then he had no strength to vomit. The remaining dirt continued to gush out of his mouth like he was nausea, directly causing his body to smell bad.
The next moment, Faen felt his blood and energy expand. Damn it, there is aphrodisiac.
The cock stood upright, paying tribute to the sky, but now he was tied tightly. The ugly it was, the ugly it was. His eyes gradually turned black, and Faen fainted again.
After tearing it up, Faen was woken up from the cold. It turned out that the black man was holding a water pipe to clean all the slaves. Today is the day to open the market. Whether it can be sold depends on today. Of course, there are not many opportunities for such legitimate robbery. Faen watched the black man attack all the female slaves coldly. When it was his turn, he just washed away the filth on his body, but focused on taking care of his dick. The damn aphrodisiac effect was still left. He was directly congested and stood upright when washed away by the water, but the person involved was extremely uncomfortable now.
Pedestrians gradually increased, and the surrounding towns gathered like in the market today, and almost half of them visited the slave market. Farn saw with his own eyes that almost everyone was holding a slave, but his condition was not very good. There would be no good products in this kind of remote corridor, but there was an exception, he.
A streamlined figure with clear muscles and no protruding muscles, a white body covered with scars, a cold and warm look at the expressions of passers-by, and the cock that has been standing upright from early to now almost ignited the entire aunt market. His cock was filled with blood red. Since the opening of the market, many women have been snatching. One of the aunts even took off his foreskin and started masturbating, but was stopped by the slave merchant. He was a little lucky that he would really ejaculate if he would masturbate again.
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