Chapter 16 Resentment

Looking at the stubborn girl, Baisha's perverted pleasure became more and more intense, and then he punched Jing Lun's lower abdomen. The king's perception was so powerful that he knew why the girl didn't eat as soon as he came in.

The energy rushed through the body through the latter's body. The girl in front of her turned pale in an instant, and her delicate body trembled wildly uncontrollably. Another unpinched breast rang with a bell.

The situation did not last long. With a puff, Jing Lun's face instantly flushed.

In Baisha's perception, a tail grew out of thin air under her little butt, but it stopped after only growing to four or five centimeters. The man looked at the latter's red cheeks, smiled cruelly, and then bombarded her soft belly again.

The girl's brown eyes suddenly flashed with a messy message. Baisha narrowed her eyes. It was these eyes. This look should sink into the infinite miserable darkness and never be reborn.

On that night when it was raining, the sword fool who usually smiled at everyone, suddenly chose to burn his life at the final moment of his tribe's life and death. The figure rising into the sky illuminated half of the night sky like a new star, and one person and one sword dragged the three kings.

However, what is even more terrifying is that even with such a high-intensity explosion, he still showed no sign of weakness. The extreme battle that was put to death broke through his sword heart, which had not made progress in decades, and even once defeated the three kings.

He was frightened by the Baisha who had been hiding in the dark. The three kings were just the help he brought, not willing to fight for him. He could retreat at any time if he was in danger of his life.

When you know it, you will change. By the name of support, Baisha's long-abundant attack directly shattered the latter's heart.

However, before he could be happy, his broken body burst out with an overwhelming aura in a blink of an eye, and the smile that had split halfway through the white sand was directly frozen into the shocked expression.

The man who was dying broke through that boundary with the will to die.

The colorless flame swirled the giant sword of mortal iron, and completely cut off the vitality of the other three kings with a destructive aura.

The sky seemed to be ignited. The man holding the sword looked at the earth, and his broken figure slowly dissipated in the sky.

Baisha saw clearly. At the last moment, the man turned his head and looked at him with brown eyes. What kind of look was that?

Confuse?

Don't understand?

anger?

Cold?

Or is it the despair that devours everything?

In any case, he was dead after all. When he was happy to receive the fruits of victory, there was a vibration of breaking through the space from afar.

It was the space altar for the tribe members to conduct remote transmission. When he arrived hurriedly, he only saw the girl who disappeared with the Shenyu Sword in the teleportation array opened in the emergency. The desperate brown eyes were like the man.

In countless awakening nights, these eyes always appeared suddenly in his dreams. The genius girl who was teleported to was always like the sword of Damocles hanging on her head. She possessed amazing talents, just like her father, she might unknowingly practice to the point where he could not reach the point, come back with unparalleled power, and chop him into pieces.

In order to prevent this day from coming, he arranged a large number of eyeliners and vigorously developed a slave-catching team in order to one day be able to find and destroy the genius before it grew up.

Finally, hard work pays off.

Baisha pinched Jing Lun's tender nipples and gradually exerted force, and her delicate breasts began to twist and deform.

A pair of small breasts should have been treasured in various gorgeous and graceful dresses, dedicated to the most important person in her life at the most important moments in her life.

But he has now permanently tore all the defenses of this genius girl. From now on, these treasures will never be cherished. Whether it is the morning light or the sunset, they can illuminate all the secrets of the girl without reservation. Whether it is day or night, they must stand naked in front of every passerby. There are even bells reflecting light on their delicate nipples, reminding passers-by that this pair of rare treasures is now open to the public for free. No matter who it is, you can come up to slap at any time as long as you want to play. This is no longer the girl's treasure, but an open doorbell.

Looking at the bright brown eyes that brought him countless nightmares, Baisha smiled cruelly.

He knew she was angry and wanted to chop him up all the time.

The man's big hand suddenly exerted his five fingers, and he tightly clamped his breasts with the force that seemed to be about to squeeze her breasts. The tender breasts immediately filled the entire palm and filled the gaps between his fingers, and she could only twist her face and was forced to bear it.

Not only that, he also wanted to destroy the girl even more.

She is so beautiful and proud, as cold as a blooming snow lotus.

But now he wants to crush all her pride, she will have to give up her beloved kendo, because he twisted her hands, and she also has to give up the shyness of a girl, because she no longer has the right to wear clothes for the rest of her life. Whether it is the busy streets or the crowded market, she must move naked, and she will have to learn to spread her legs and shake her butt to greet the man.

She must recognize that she is now a slave, a beast, and something that can be slaughtered at will.

Only in this way can those eyes not appear again.

Baisha then punched her snow-white belly again. The girl could no longer hold her pretty face and sprayed a breath that was holding. However, what was worse was that the breath she was holding kept helping her hold half of the feces leaked from her butt.

Baisha cruelly held her pink nipples, listening to the thumping sound of her little butt, this proud genius was thinking about the toes and was hit by his three punches until she took off her feces.

The man stretched out his arms, but did not relax the force on his hands. He just took a step back and held his chin to admire the proud girl. The body was straight and she was thinking about her toes and spraying shit. Once the anus was relaxed, it would be difficult to close it again. What's more, he still left dark force to rush around in the intestines. The accumulated dirt that had been accumulated for several days continued to accumulate and increase pressure in the twisted intestines.

Finally, it gushed out in a burst of breath. The girl's white lower body was instantly covered with mess. Under the pressure of the strong energy, the feces that were gushing wildly did not fall vertically, but seemed to dye the girl's entire lower body yellow like a scattered flower.

Jing Lun's face turned red, but his eyes were staring at Baisha.

Baisha smiled, the little guy is quite self-esteem.

But this is not possible. She no longer needs any self-esteem and shame in her future life. He wants to train her to be a slut who can poop even on the streets where people come and go, as long as he gives him a command.

Baisha let go of the nipples on his hand, watched the girl fall down and then step on her stool, then pulled up the iron chain on the carbon steel collar and opened the door and left.

The two boxers guarding the gate suddenly lit up when they saw Baisha leading the girl out.

The young master Baisha has not allowed anyone to touch the girl these days. It is obvious that he has caused these people to be suffocated. He was about to step forward and with a puff, a piece of yellow-brown feces fell directly in front of the two of them.

The two boxers suddenly stared at each other and hurriedly looked up. Most of the naked back of the girl with a beautiful country was covered by thick and smooth white hair, but her bare little butt was covered with mess, and the base of her thighs was almost covered with yellow-brown feces. At this time, she was shaking and shaking to squeeze out small pieces of feces.

The slave I just caught a few days ago was trained to give up my shame and shit in the street in just one day?

Master Baisha has good methods.

The two of them immediately called their friends to follow the young master. After all, no matter how much they said, this newly captured slave was almost the highest quality female slave that the slave capturing team had captured since its establishment. Although they were a little lacking in beauty, considering that the latter was only fifteen years old, they would definitely be charming in the country in a few years.

Everyone wants to enjoy more before Master Baisha is sold, but no one knows that Baisha doesn't want to sell the girl. In any case, as long as she is not dead, he will not have a day of peace of mind, but if she is allowed to die, his nightmare will be lingering, so the only way is to bring her with you.

As long as you look at the girl's inability to resist insults and look at the climax-like aura flashing in those eyes at all times, the impact caused by those eyes in the nightmare will be infinitely lowered.

Jing Lun hunched over, pulled her head over, shook her head and broke a thick white hair, covering her upper body.

At this time, Jing Lun finally thanked her for having such thick hair, which could cover her naked body even if it was dispersed.

The girl knew it was futile, because just a gust of wind could blow away her hypocritical dignity. What's more, even if it was covered up tightly, a pair of hateful bells on her chest were twitching with the pace of walking, reminding the onlookers at all times that there was a pair of cute little girls shaking shamelessly inside the girl's thick hair.

As more and more boxers watched, Jing Lun buried her head lower, because she knew that no matter how much she covered it, she could only cover her upper body. The girl's biggest secret was undoubtedly exposed in the eyes of everyone. The crystal pink pussy had returned to whiteness, and the hairless labia were closed and tightly closed. Obviously, the atrocities a few days ago did not leave any scars.

However, the greatest shame comes from behind. The energy from Baisha has been stuck in the intestines and squeezed her body. The intestines in the lower abdomen are twisted into a ball from time to time. The direct consequence is that every time they twist, they will squeeze the remaining dirt to the only outlet. The fragile chrysanthemums cannot stop the surging from the inside of the body.

The girl said nothing, walking with her head down all the way. The sound of dinging dinging dinging dinging dinging in her thick hair. Her soft butt was covered with yellow-brown feces, which were no longer white. At this time, a small piece of feces was squeezed out from time to time with her steps.

In the eyes of the onlookers, the girl recognized her slave identity. She shit while walking and shitting, obviously completely gave up her useless shame. As for what the girl who was walking with her head down was thinking at this time, it was just a slave. Who would care about what the slave was thinking? She just needed to be obedient.