The Black Knight from the Blue Planet

Be tougher.

Hardy walked to the guest room on the left on the third floor, where Philaire was resting.

Hardy knocked on the door gently, and a clear female voice came from inside: "Who is it? Please come in."

Hardy opened the door and found that Philaire seemed to have just taken a shower. Her hair was still wet, her face was extremely clean, and she looked extremely pretty.

"Ah... come back..."

She was obviously happy when she saw Hardy, but then she thought of something, puffed up her cheeks and sat on the edge of the bed sullenly, neither looking at Hardy nor speaking.

Hardy sat next to her and smiled: "Long time no see."

Philaire turned her head, seeming very angry, but did not leave Hardy's side.

Hardy had experienced so many women, so he naturally knew that Philaire was just letting go, so he took the initiative and said: "Some time ago, I went to the Elf Tribe. You should also know that it was a meeting of kings."

Hearing Hardy's words, Philaire's long ears twitched twice.

Experienced people can tell the other person's current mood and attitude from the long ears of the elves.

And Hardy is the experienced guy.

In his previous life, he had been with Lisa for a while, and last month he had close contact with Lisa in the elves.

He knew very well how the ears of the elves would behave under what circumstances.

Hardy took advantage of this opportunity and put his arms around the opponent's waist.

Philaire just struggled slightly twice and then stopped moving.

Then Hardy turned his head and found that Philaire's face was flushed with embarrassment, and she was in a state of confusion and extreme shyness.

In this case, the other party probably wouldn't listen to anything Hardy said.

Then there is only one way.

To stimulate her further, perform desensitization therapy.

No matter what happens, as long as you have experienced it once or twice, you will be much calmer if you encounter it again.

More than two hours later, Hardy walked out of Philaire's room.

There was no way, after all, Philaire was still the first to kill, and her body was not used to it yet. The elves' physical strength was also short, and they could not support long-term games.

Then Hardy saw a woman in the hallway.

The other person is wearing a tight robe, which is obviously very dense, but as long as one looks at the other person's face and eyes, one can feel that the other person is a very "astringent" woman.

Therefore, a truly sexy woman does not need to sell any meat at all. As long as she leans in the corner and glances at you casually, she will feel that in this world, spring flowers are blooming and autumn frost is falling.

"We meet again." Hardy walked up to the other party and said with a smile, "I don't know your name yet."

Last time in the dream, when three people fought together, there were only modal particles and no other communication.

But it felt like everything was communicated.

blend into each other.

"Clea-Petola." The succubus smiled lightly, her eyes full of spring tidbits.

When Hardy heard the name, he thought it sounded familiar. Then he thought about it and said, "Queen Miservatar, Petola the Ageless?"

"That's me." Petola walked up to Hardy and put her hands on Hardy's shoulders: "Why, do you think I'm an old woman?"

Hardy laughed: "For immortals, there are no old women, only ugly women!"

Hahaha!

Petola laughed so hard she said, "You kid is really good at talking."

child?

Hardy is a bit strange.

Petola closed the distance with Hadi again, and the two of them were almost face to face: "Of course you are a child in my eyes. Sophie is my daughter."

Oh I got it.

Hardy nodded in surprise.

At this time, Petola was a little surprised: "I thought you would feel... a little condemned by your conscience."

Hardy raised his eyebrows slightly, he wouldn't mind these things.

After all... Lisa and Philare are also mother and daughter, and he doesn't mind at all.

Seeing Hardy's indifferent expression, Petola couldn't help but sigh: "All the intelligent races in this world say that we succubi act exaggeratedly and are promiscuous by nature. But compared to you humans, we still seem to be inferior. Serve something."

"Do you mind?" Hardy asked with a smile.

"That's not the case." Petola looked at the young man full of love: "If other men with similar abilities want to do this, I won't be willing to do it. But you are an exception. Listen to Sophie, you want me to be you A retainer?"

Hardy nodded.

There is nothing to hide in this matter.

"I have been a queen for decades, and I have also governed a huge country." Petola said with a smile: "For someone like me to only govern one county, isn't it a bit overkill? ?”

"Then there's nothing we can do." Hardy spread his hands.

If the other party didn't lie, then he really couldn't keep a woman like her.

"Although I'm not interested in your small territory, nor am I interested in money." Petola stroked Hadi's face, her eyes bewitching: "But I am very interested in you as a person. Maybe we can use a A special way to trade.”

"I can probably guess what it is." Hardy put his arms around the other person's waist.

I have to say that Sophie's mother is, to some extent, more attractive than Sophie.

After all, she is the queen who has fascinated an entire dynasty.

"The succubus needs essence." Petola pressed her face against Hardy's chest, like a bird clinging to a human being: "But some essences are both filling and delicious. And some are pure. I like the taste of shit-flavored pasta very much. So, how about letting me suck your semen once a week?"

Hardy knew this was going to be the case.

He frowned slightly.

Based on his understanding of succubi, once a week is too little, right?

But when Petola saw Hardy frowning, she thought he didn't like it.

There's no way, it's a seller's market now.

After tasting someone in the nightmare space, Petola felt that she had found the "dream love", the kind of person who would never let go for the rest of her life.

"Then once a month." Petola gritted her teeth and said helplessly: "If it takes longer, I will starve to death. Besides, you don't want me to get in touch with other men."

Hardy thought about it for a while, nodded and said, "Then once a month."

After hearing Hardy's promise, Petola finally felt relieved. She smiled and said, "How about your respected Lord Hardy prepaying your salary in advance? Only when I have enough food and drink can I have the strength to work for you."

"Okay." Hardy thought for a while and said, "Invite Sophie to join us."

Petola's whole body was pressed into Hadi's arms, and she muttered like a little girl: "I thought I could eat alone, but I didn't expect you to be more greedy than me."

Greedy?

Hardy doesn't think so.

As a great lord who is unmarried and has no children, Hardy's behavior is normal.

It meets everyone's expectations of him in the territory.