But if the target is his daughter, that would be too cruel. He feels that the basic bottom line must still be observed. However, Hill was willing to separate himself from his important blood relatives for him. Although he didn't know how much truth there was in this, Carl had no reason to blame him. "Take a rest." Carl hugged Hill and fell on the bed. "Yeah." Hill held him in her arms. She was half a head taller than Carl. She glanced at Chris who was already sleeping beside her. The saint's mother obviously had feelings for Carl, and now she sent her daughter over. Although Hill can control Chris. But there wasn’t much confidence in that bishop. What I just said to Karl was also half true and half false. "strangeness.." Hill was confused. Based on her understanding of dragons, these guys had no sense of ethics and were not picky about the species they targeted.
He actually rejected her proposal. He was offered to raise a dark elf with excellent bloodline from childhood, raise it into a qualified tool, and use it at any time, but he actually refused. Hill looked at Carl's handsome appearance in his arms. Then I found it funny. This is actually a dragon with a very high sense of morality. Hill found the two words together ridiculous. She looked at Chris beside her again. This beautiful saint made her feel a strong sense of crisis. She had to do something. Under the night sky of San Marino city, in the quiet ordinary residential area, suddenly, a burst of rapid dog barking broke the silence. Old John hurried out of the simple hut with a pitchfork in his hand: "Who?" He muttered to himself and looked around, but he only saw the shadows of trees swaying in the moonlight and did not spot any suspicious figures. With a discontented snort, Old John raised his leg and kicked the old dog that was barking nervously at his feet, "Stop barking, or I'll stew you tomorrow!" The old dog still kept his eyes fixed on the back of old John, barking rapidly. Seeing this, Old John's expression became strange, and an inexplicable premonition made him turn around slowly. As he turned around, his eyes caught a tiny shadow in the dark corner of the wall. "mouse." Old John cursed under his breath, swung his pitchfork without hesitation, and hit the dark shadow hard. However, the moment he took a step forward, Old John froze, the expression on his face frozen in astonishment. In this deep darkness, countless densely packed eyes seemed to suddenly light up, flashing a strange light. They belonged to naked female figures, less than ten centimeters tall.
"Ah?!" Old John let out a scream of extreme terror. He staggered back a few steps, fell to the ground, supported himself with his hands, and tried to turn around and crawl backwards. However, when he turned around with difficulty, he found that he was also surrounded by countless female figures behind him. "No...don't come over here!" Old John screamed and tried to struggle. Countless little figures rushed towards Old John like a tide. Old John was overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of these female little figures. He rolled on the ground in pain, uttering desperate wails. In just a few seconds, there was no sound, and soon the little man left like a tide, leaving only a pile of bones on the ground and an old dog with its tail between its legs in fear. Chapter 124 Saint's Hobby The early morning sunlight shone into the room. Carl opened his eyes, turned his head, and found that the bed on his left was empty. Hill had left at some point. His eyes naturally fell on his right arm. Chris was leaning against his arm with her eyes closed, sleeping soundly. She was too exhausted from the tossing and turning last night. Hill was obviously targeting her and led Carl to have sex with Chris multiple times. Carl looked at Chris, the sunlight shining on her cheeks. She was indeed a saint, her perfect appearance reminded people of an angel who had fallen into the human world by mistake. Pure, sacred, and inviolable. But the sheets behind this angel were wet, and no one would believe that Chris's spot was actually behind. Karl just looked at her a few more times, stretched out his hand, and stroked her snow-white and flawless skin. Chris felt his palm, her beautiful brows slightly frowned, then she slowly opened her eyes and met Karl's eyes as he lay on his side. The two were less than ten centimeters apart and could feel each other's breath. Chris's eyes changed from confusion after just waking up to disgust. Without saying a word, she pressed down the thin blanket with her other hand to cover her holy body. She got up from the bed, holding up the thin quilt, revealing only her snow-white back and slender waist. Obviously didn't want to talk to Carl. Carl watched her expression change. It was hard to guess the saint's thoughts, but there was no need to think too much about it at this time. When Chris got out of bed, he reached out from behind and put his arms around her smooth waist. "Let go." Chris was startled and tried to break free from his hand. “You weren’t like this last night.” Karl certainly wouldn’t let go, his hand slid down from her abdomen: “Aren’t you ready?” A blush rose on Chris's holy cheeks. Karl used one hand to press her body down, and she instantly fell into a prone position. Then I became very proficient. "Asshole..." Chris gritted her teeth, supported herself on the bed with her elbows, twisted her body and struggled symbolically for a few times, then gave up and closed her eyes in shame and anger. "Huh..." Carl let out a long breath, he also felt it was magical. This was obviously not a normal position, but now it had completely taken on his shape.
I can’t say how good the experience was, but it wasn’t bad. Especially every time, Chris would tighten her muscles due to nervousness, making him feel like she was going to pinch him to pieces. The most outrageous thing is that Chris actually felt happy about it. Karl lay on her back and whispered in her ear: “Your Highness, the Saint, let those who worship you know that they respect the Saint, but they actually like perverts who don’t follow the right path. They will definitely be disappointed.” Chris said nothing and lowered her head even more. “Shit…” Carl was shocked and followed closely. He was very sure that Chris had been led astray by her. Not only was her sexual excitement strange, but she was also easily distracted. In the sunshine, the handsome young man hugged the holy saint who was lying on the bed from behind. Not long after, there were splashing sounds of water in the room. At this moment, the unique sound of high heels was heard outside the door. Hill had changed into a figure-hugging OL outfit. After knocking on the door, she walked into the room with a pot of water in her hand. Chris was gasping for breath when Hill suddenly came in, startling her. She hurriedly pulled up the quilt to cover her graceful body. Even though they had seen each other last night, she still felt embarrassed. Hill’s eyes did not linger on Chris, and he walked straight to Karl, his expression gloomy: “I’m sorry, Lord Mayor, there was another death in the lower city last night, and the death toll has exceeded a hundred.” "More than a hundred people?" Before Carl could speak, Chris covered her mouth with one hand, looking worried. She didn't care that little Carl was still deep inside her body. Every time Carl finished, he would put it inside her and finish slowly and tenderly. Chris didn't hate this feeling of fullness and never deliberately squeezed him out. Just put it in there for a long time and it will become energetic again. Chris didn't care about all this at the moment. She quickly got up from the bed and began to put on her nun's uniform in a panic. After hearing this, Carl frowned. With a death toll of this magnitude, even for him, it was difficult to remain calm. More than ten people died the day before yesterday, and a hundred people died last night. It is not yet known whether the two are related. But just thinking about it is creepy. "Block the news first and don't cause panic." Karl ordered in a deep voice and got up from the bed: "Let's go to the scene now." "Yes." Hill nodded respectfully, waiting for Chris to put on her clothes, handed her the kettle, and said softly: "Rehydrate yourself, it might be busy next." Chris didn't think much about it as the situation was urgent. After seeing the kettle in front of her, she also felt very thirsty. Since last night, the only liquid she drank was viscous protein, which did not quench her thirst at all. She took the kettle and took a sip. The cool water moistened her throat and also calmed her panicked mood a little. The next second, she came back to her senses. Every time Carl didn't follow the right path, she would easily lose her temper, and last night she sprayed Hill in the face. Chris was annoyed that she still had the mood to humiliate her after so many people died, but she couldn't refute Hill.
Then think about the fact that she is a dark elf, whose morality ranks last among the intelligent races on the continent. "Humph." Chris snorted coldly and drank the water bottle in her hand in one gulp. My disgust towards Hill grew even stronger. Karl didn’t notice the two women’s little movements, his brain was working quickly, flashing every detail through his mind. He was certain that this incident must be related to the evil god. And the fact that it happened in the city under his name undoubtedly made things more difficult. Any one of those evil gods could easily destroy a city and cause all its population to die instantly. If he doesn't find clues and resolve this crisis quickly, the power he has worked so hard to build up will likely turn into a dead city overnight. Under Hill's guidance, Carl and Chris quickly crossed the city streets. Along the way, they could see that the soldiers of the city guards were working hard to maintain order. It was obvious that before Hill came to them, he had already made arrangements to ensure the stability of the city. Carl was very satisfied with the efficiency and reliability of this dark elf secretary. A truly capable secretary is like this, not only can she arrange the work properly, but she also knows many tricks, plays boldly, develops things casually, and is loyal. The residents on the street were obviously talking about the incident, but there was no large-scale panic yet. Carl breathed a sigh of relief, the worst had not yet occurred. Together they entered the scene of the crime, an ordinary residential courtyard. Bishop Victoria was already standing there. "Mom!" Chris came up quickly to greet her. When she got closer, Victoria's nose twitched and he frowned slightly, but he quickly covered it up. Chapter 125 Wolf Mother Victoria felt delicate as she looked at her holy and beautiful daughter. She smelled a familiar fishy smell and a faint smell of urine from her daughter. Although she knew that her daughter and Carl were having an affair. But she doesn't even dare to imagine how big of a deal you guys are playing. "Bishop Victoria." After greeting the beautiful mature woman who had been inexplicably caring for him recently, Carl looked towards the yard. He saw an old dog curled up in a pile, shivering and baring its teeth, an obvious sign of stress. A white skeleton lay quietly on the ground next to it. The flesh on the bones had been eaten clean, leaving only a pool of black and red blood on the ground. Carl raised his head and saw that the area had fallen into deathly silence. Although the sun was still high above our heads, we inexplicably felt a chill running up from the soles of our feet to our hearts.
This large area was eaten to the bone overnight. Victoria withdrew her gaze from her daughter. Now was not the time to study her daughter's playing with flowers. She walked to Karl: "I went through all the church books with the nuns last night, and unfortunately, there are no similar creatures in the church records." "And... overnight, silently, it caused such a large-scale death. I can't imagine what kind of creature it is." More than ten people died yesterday, which was just weird, but hundreds of people died today, which is terrifying.