Doomsday stars

Seeing John's behavior, everyone could only cover their faces. This American man was really looking for trouble.

These damn American imperialists just like to play, they just like to make noise, they just like to be arrogant and self-righteous, now it's better, they can see the excitement.

"Oh, God - baby, I can't do it anymore, I'm coming, ahhh -"

Under the pitiful eyes of everyone, John's little brother was wrapped in the tentacles full of sticky saliva, with a lustful smile on his face, and he tightly grasped the tentacles with both hands as if he was the lover of his dreams. It only lasted more than ten seconds.

His body began to tremble violently, he screamed, and his eyes tended to turn white...

"Oh, buy it - it feels so good, so comfortable. Oh my god, how could it be so comfortable and take so long... Oh, here I go again..."

John felt the climax coming towards him one after another, impacting his heart and the depths of his mind. The extremely comfortable feeling made his scalp numb, and he collapsed to the ground.

His legs were like a frog about to expire - his legs were trembling as he kicked off.

The tentacles followed John's constant high-pitched shouts of extreme pleasure, and streams of white light flowed from John's body into the body of the beautiful saint. Each stream of Yuanyang essence received slowly and continuously poured into the body,

Filled and spread throughout the body, Saint Yoshida Mika narrowed her eyes slightly, wanting to moan in comfort, her face glowed with a rosy luster, as if she had experienced several orgasms.

"Beautiful Saint!"

"Saint, please don't do this. It's time to stop."

"He is a friend of the Lord, so that's not allowed."

...Seeing that it was almost the same, it was only then that everyone reacted. They were shocked and hurriedly tried to dissuade them with their numb scalps.

Finally, Saint Meixiang stopped, and with a whoosh, the flesh-colored tentacles were withdrawn into the body. John collapsed on the ground, his legs trembling from time to time as if he was a dying toad, rolling his eyes and drooling, looking as embarrassed as he could.

, as unbearable as possible.

The two Amp brothers on one side hurriedly found someone to treat John, complaining endlessly about the behavior of Saint Meixiang. This was a friend of the American Emperor and a high-ranking person, and they could not be offended easily. However, they only dared to complain in their hearts.

The terror of the saint can be seen just by looking at John, whose strength is comparable to that of the Chinese overlord, and how powerless he is to resist in front of him.

"Don't worry, he won't die. I only sucked half of his Yuanyang. He will be weak for a while at most." The saint's scarlet tongue licked her flaming red lips, "But the essence of this friend from the Shangbang is really strong.

Even the Awakened Ones who are one level higher than him are richer, and the harvest is huge. Yuanyang, who can outperform dozens of strong men at one time, is very beneficial..."

Everyone felt that their scalps were numb. This saint's ability to absorb yang and replenish yin was so evil that she would become helpless when trapped in the quilt. After coming to China, she unscrupulously looked for men to absorb yang, and her strength increased rapidly.

, no one can resist her anymore, well, only Master Igawa can make her worry.

They even saw with their own eyes those Chinese people, especially the awakened ones among them, being sucked to death, with a satisfied smile on their face, but their whole people went from being extremely strong to having skin and flesh withered, hair and teeth falling off, and bones

Became light and brittle, like a mummy...

Some of them were sucked into Yuanyang. Even if they were not sucked in excessively, their minds were overwhelmed by the constant flow of lust, and they became demented.

"Congratulations to the Holy God for your great progress in martial arts."

Everyone didn't dare to be careless and hurriedly complimented her, but they didn't expect that Saint Mei Xiang's face suddenly turned ugly.

Ever since she broke through to the seventh level, she didn't know how much effort she had put in. She searched everywhere for men to absorb Yuan Yang. She had absorbed so many men and sucked them to death, but it was difficult for her to break through to the eighth level.

It made her depressed and irritable.

Why are these Chinese men so useless? Yuanyang no longer has much effect on improving her strength.

…

The next day, John's body finally recovered a little, and everyone gathered together again.

John's face was very ugly, and his apology to the two Ampere brothers beside him was not hypocritical at all.

Yesterday he finally experienced the most humiliating moment in his life. He would never forget it. How could he let it go so easily?

However, when he saw Saint Mei Xiang again, he immediately lowered his head like a bullied little lamb.

He was really afraid of this evil saint. Under the cruel methods of the other party, he not only dropped to the fourth level, but now he could only barely move around like a normal person. Thinking of that feeling of relief, he felt as if he had ascended to heaven.

But the method was extremely cruel, and his body was trembling with fear to the extreme. He really didn't dare to have any resistance in his heart.

Today's meeting mainly discusses how to deal with the danger that is very likely to come.

After yesterday's verification, the flying dragon in the mysterious poisonous pool did have a second breakthrough in a short period of time. According to their classification, this flying dragon is already an intermediate flying monster, and at the same time, it is unknown what kind of attack its body has received.

Suffered severe trauma.

This will be their chance. It is estimated that this flying dragon may break through to the high-level flying monster in a short time. If this monster with terrifying toxins in its body is successfully enslaved, it may not be worse than the low-level mutant earthquake dragon in the flying sky.

Even the toxins carried in the body are more advantageous in some ways.

If coupled with the mysterious and terrifying power of the Meixiang Saint, who has the ability to specifically restrain men, and a sophisticated plan to ambush and launch attacks at the same time. Facing only the God of Death, the opponent will most likely not have the chance to seize Ikawa's enslavement again, and they have a chance of winning.

Still very big.

It was precisely because of this that they were confident. However, Ampei had already turned off the flames when the Meixiang Saint appeared on the second morning, so his surrender plan naturally failed to work.

Listening to the discussion of these people, John lowered his head and sneered in his heart:

Flying monsters? So what if they are in the late stage? Liang Jing has countless leader monsters in the late stage of flying and has killed countless of them with his own hands. How can an innate monster be hostile? As for the Saint, hehe...

"Mr. John, you know the God of Death best, can you tell us the specific situation of the other party?" Ampere asked.

On the side, Ampei Jiuer, Master Ikawa, the Holy Lady and others also paid close attention nervously.

Since we have to deal with the opponent, we naturally have to find a way to understand the enemy's strength.

"Yes, Mr. John, do you want to try that super comfortable orgasm again?" Meixiang Saint gave her a flirtatious look. She heard that this Chinese man named the God of Death was very powerful, and she couldn't wait.

To what extent will Yuanyang's own strength be improved after absorbing the opponent's?

Eighth level? Ninth level? Or how many...

Being threatened, John's body trembled. He seemed to be full of fear of this saint. A cold light flashed in his eyes when he lowered his head, but he said without hesitation:

"It's not clear where Liang Jing came from. I just know that he has been able to move around in this apocalypse from the beginning. N City is one of his strongholds. Tens of millions of people in N City are now under his control.

, there are many subordinates, and there are various energy guns. The energy guns are..."

"The most important thing is that he and his subordinates each have the ability to enslave monsters, and have many powerful leader-level mutant monsters as pets."

"Liang Jing is an extremely ruthless person. All the people he considers as enemies never end well. Basically, the entire force is slaughtered."

John raised his head and looked at everyone, and said: "For example, the Tu family, one of the four most powerful forces in city n, was jealous because they and the eldest son of the Tu family fell in love with a woman at the same time. As a result, the God of Death killed the Tu family.

Dozens of millions of people were massacred."

"And it is precisely because of his ruthless character, treating human life as nothing, and having the strength of a demon god, that people call him the God of Killing, the God of Killing!"

"However, his strength has definitely not broken through to Feitian level. I can guarantee this with my personality."

John stopped talking at this point. Some things don't need to be said too straightforwardly.

…

In the secret room, there are two brothers Ampei, Master Igawa and Saint Meixiang, and a mysterious old man.

"How does it look like? Is what that white-skinned pig said true or false?" Ampere lost his humble attitude towards John here and directly used a contemptuous tone.

"Cough cough cough...he didn't tell lies." The old man coughed twice.

Although John didn't tell lies, he left out a lot of things. He only talked about Liang Jing's famous ruthless character and rank.

"Okay, okay! This white-skinned pig is really sincere, haha..."

"These white-skinned pigs are not very scheming people themselves. They know that they proudly flaunt themselves as civilized and noble people, but in fact they are stupid fools and very lazy."

"Haha, this is better, pass on the order..."

Anbei gave the order cruelly. At this moment, they had no choice. However, this is normal for the glorious deeds of Unit 731, the ancestors of the NJ Massacre.

Soon, all the Japanese soldiers and traitors from the south of the valley to the surrounding areas were dispatched, escorting groups of Chinese people into action.

In a playground, awakened people or strong Chinese men were gathered one by one. The beautiful saint girl controlled the long flesh-colored tentacles one by one, constantly trapping the little brothers of these men.

...These men screamed with joy like flying immortals, but their bodies were rotting away visibly to the naked eye. Their hair and teeth were dry and falling off, their skin was dry, their muscles disappeared, and their bone marrow was sucked dry and became as light and brittle as wheat straw in winter.

Soon I fell into eternal darkness in comfort.

In the mysterious Poison Pond, Chinese people were being coerced and lured by all kinds of threats. They carried explosives and cooperated with the gunmen on the side to attack the flying dragon and consume it.

Boom, boom!——

Each and every Chinese person looked at Dong Cunrui's heroic act in despair, hollowness, and resentment, holding an explosive pack and pounced on the huge flying dragon, and then he was shattered to pieces.

On the other side, there were more Chinese people who were unwilling to give in and were intimidated. Their hands and feet were cut off and they were bleeding continuously. Their miserable and resentful screams and curses kept rising.

While the man in black robes kept chanting incantations, the drops of dirty blood in the ground glowed red, and finally gathered at the feet of the RB warriors and submerged themselves into the body. The whole person's strength and momentum continued to rise, until he knew that his body could not bear it.

Just stopped.

Seeing all this busyness and misery, John smiled, found an opportunity, and left secretly.