Arad's crooked savior

At night, the reflection of the moon in the sky was torn into pieces by the sparkling sea water. The too bright light obscured thousands of stars.

The heaven seems to be a fertile and beautiful sea area, but there were once ferocious creatures like the giant spirit Blue, and there were as many resentful spirits as there are stars in them.

Even with his current strength, he cannot fathom the secrets hidden in the heavenly ocean. It is deep and dark, and seems to absorb one's soul.

The hot spring pool dug in the black volcano was filled with a little steam. Siatt put a hot towel on her forehead, let the hot spring water submerge in the collarbone, and squinted her eyes to enjoy it.

Where she leaned, there was a fruit plate with grapes and a glass of refreshing juice.

Wow~

Someone walked over, and Siatt slowly opened her eyes, glanced sideways, and asked, "Obes, is she back?"

"No, Aslan's funeral will probably have to wait until the dust settles. I just feel a little sorry for Forrest Gump's leaving." He had always been thick-skinned, and he also felt a little embarrassed.

"When we came, Luxi said it doesn't matter if we delay for a few days. Then you can double the gift money."

"That won't work. I'm very poor and don't have much money."

Ye Lin rolled his eyes and massaged one shoulder eagerly: "Rich lady, do you need service? If you are not satisfied, you don't have to pay. Try it several times until you are satisfied."

"Shameless!"

Siatt gave him the usual roll of her eyes, patted off his restless paws, and glared to the right a few times.

There are quite a few hot spring pools dug in total. Although they are separated by wooden boards, they do not have the advanced effect of muting.

The small pool she bathed in alone was located on the far left. There might be people in the ones on the right.

Her short, crisp white hair was still dripping with water drops. Because the water in the pool was slightly hot, Siatt's entire face was red, and her red lips were slightly pursed, making her moist and attractive.

"Don't worry, I used magic to completely isolate the sound."

She leaned forward slightly to carefully take possession of a trace of redness, and the flesh on her waist was twisted a few times by her in a symbolic way, and soon they were fighting fiercely inside, arguing with each other.

Siatt's figure and temperament showed signs of gradually getting closer to the curator. Little by little, she lost the youthfulness she had when she first met in Grand Forest, becoming more plump, charming and graceful.

Celia and Alice made the special biscuits together, but she only ate them occasionally, or simply when she thought of them.

I originally thought that I wouldn’t care about my youth anyway.

She felt a little regretful now. The size and weight were in direct proportion, and it was not very convenient when swinging the sword. She needed to wear tight clothes. Of course, a large part of the reason was that the beast worked too hard.

Breathing gently, Siatt pushed her arms back and sat on the edge of the small pool, as graceful as a swan bathing, her fat flesh pressing down on the warm volcanic rocks to create delicate curves.

Scattering red rose petals in the water, hugging the soft waist, slowly touching each other's foreheads, breathing shallowly, they both smiled as if they had a telepathic connection.

"Fat Lao, I didn't eat enough tonight and I'm hungry again. What should I do?"

"I have quite a lot of bath water, how about you fill your stomach?"

Siatt rolled her eyes at him, and her beauty and charm flowed across his body like an electric current.

"The most beautiful thing is not the moon in the sky, but the fat pigs in the world. I only need two melons and two dates to be full."

He was very confident in what he said, but in the end he was still not full after devouring hot food, so he greedily replenished the fat that was not clogging his teeth and drank the wine and dew when he was thirsty.

As a punishment for breaking his promise, Siatt's pocket was full of fines.

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Demon Realm, Silent City

The one-inch blade was sharply unsheathed, bringing with it overwhelming murderous intent, billowing smoke and dust, and a cold light rising thousands of meters into the sky.

Outside the Silent City, which is as bloody as death hell, there are many races, and the atmosphere is solemn and silent.

One person can suppress the murderous intent and bloodshed of the entire audience, no one dares to say anything, and the conqueror's power is fully demonstrated.

In his eyes, the previous violent and violent siege seemed to only embellish a blood-red environment, nothing more.

The Void Mage Ron stood together, his old and thin body trembling slightly, and a trace of sweat broke out on his forehead that was invisible to others under the hood.

When a conqueror wields his sword, he doesn't care who is around him.

"Yasin, let that old man Luke come out."

The voice was cold, without murderous intent, but had an aura of endless war.

The maker, Luke, is not only related to whether he can gain experience against the enemy apostle, but also related to his reputation of "really not bullying the old man."

"Casillas, I have been practicing day and night in the Silent City. My sword has become sharper and my mind has become firmer. Can I fight?"

The moonlight walker in blue armor took the initiative to walk out of the Silent City that he had been defending before. The weapon in his hand pointed slantedly and dripped with bright red blood, killing a few guys without eyes.

The secret that no one knows in the demon world is that the powerful fourth apostle, the Conqueror, was once a "high-level slave" in the hands of the noble "Yasin Tao".

According to the rules of the nobility, slaves are the property of their masters and must be labeled with the family name. Casillas had a good relationship with Yassin when he was young, so he could be given a surname.

So the conqueror's full name should be, Casillas Thao!

According to the legend of the ancient planet Aiken, a top strong man will be born from the ghost clan, who will suppress the endless chaos in the eternal land for thousands of years, bring everything to peace, and rule the world.

And the genius Yasin, at the age of five, defeated all the invincible opponents in the family and mastered one hundred powerful secret techniques of the family!

When he came of age, no one dared to confront him, and everyone praised his strength and reputation.

Until Casillas, who was still a slave, challenged him to a fight on a waning moon night on the planet Aiken.

Casillas then disappeared in Aiken.

People in the clan speculated that it was Yasin who killed the last enemy, so they praised him as the "Moonlight Walker". His sword was as beautiful as the moonlight, but also deadly.

A few years later, Yassin also disappeared on another waning moon night.

Of course Yasin knew the real outcome of that battle, he lost.

It's just that he and Casillas have been close as brothers since childhood, that's why they didn't die.

"Are you stronger? I'm looking forward to it."

Casillas exuded his fierce fighting spirit wantonly, and he had already guessed that Yassin should be using the "counterattack" tactic to delay himself and give Luke time to recover.

But he felt it didn't matter, anything was fine, as long as there was a fight to be had.

"Secret Technique: Moon Shadow!"

While many powerful men in the demon world were still in a daze, Yasin's figure had disappeared. The place where he appeared was hundreds of meters behind the conqueror.

A trace of white line, invisible to the naked eye, connected his original position to his current position.

The ghost's speed shocked the silent strong men. He was worthy of being called the first-class strong man in the demon world.

The blood-stained steel blade was already three inches out of its sheath, and no one heard the soft sound of the blade when Casillas blocked the white line with his sword.

"Hahahaha, very good, Yasin. Compared to the arrogant nobleman before, you are much more restrained and calm."

Casillas was very satisfied. When he was still in Aiken, Yasin learned a hundred secret techniques and gradually became arrogant and arrogant.

Unexpectedly, after the blade was broken and he was severely defeated by himself, he still had the ability to stand up again.

The blood-stained steel blade shimmered, and the moment it collided with the six-petaled flower, the sword intent cut through layers of the earth.

"If you were not an apostle, you might not have been able to defeat me back then!"

The close collision awakened Yassin's former anger, and his famous arrogance was severely shattered by a "slave".

"You mean apostles? That ridiculous theory of fate? What's the use of apostles? Facing Kahn, I still can't muster the momentum to kill him."

The sword blades collided several times, and Yasin seemed to be in a good position, but he already knew that he had not yet been able to catch up with the conqueror.

His weapon was the Root of Darkness, one of the top metals in Hebron, while the opponent's steel sword was made of mediocre material.

It was only because of the powerful sword intent that it remained intact.

"How strong is he?" Yasin asked.

The two of them were obviously fighting each other, but their tone sounded like they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years and were having a good time over wine.

"If I can hurt him even once, I can break the sword and go into seclusion from now on."