Chapter 6: The Flame God's Child

The mysterious force in the lower abdomen seemed to have received some signal and began to slowly erode Faen's body. Faen's facial muscles were covered with ferociousness in an instant, which was a fatal pain as if they were gnawing by thousands of insects. The girl waving the whip was naturally full of joy and thought it was her credit, so she increased her strength to whip Faen's penis. Of course, every time the penis was beaten, it would spray out body fluids, blood, semen, urine, and everything.

With a click, Faen shattered one of his teeth, eroding to the heart, his whole body had lost control, his vision gradually turned black, are he going to die?

But it was a real drama, and then he tilted his head and fainted. At this point, he finally said nothing.

Jing Lun in the audience opened her mouth slightly, she covered her heart and asked, no one knew the answer if she could hold on in this situation.

A hundred divine powers have picked up treasures. The voice of gods came from the white space. This sound cannot be forgotten once you hear it.

I forgot to untie the divine power seal and was about to give up, but I didn't expect you to untie the divine power seal yourself.

What is the seal of divine power? Is the ball of things in his lower abdomen? Where is this? Was he dead?

I'm so sorry to leave you so anxious last time.

I am Lilith, the goddess of desire, and one of the Creation Gods, but I am neutral and do not participate in their wars

As for the tasks entrusted by the Lord God, I don’t want to do it at all. What’s wrong with the fall of the world? As long as there are creatures in the world that reproduce, I will not die.

Especially when I asked me to save those shameless goddesses, they swelled like a pufferfish with their rich divine power.You said the topic is good or not, Faen doesn't want to raise his hands, why is Creation God a chatterbox?

The remaining messengers of the Gods who went to the contract. A pure white collar slowly appeared in front of Farne's eyes. Collar?

how?Not satisfied with Ah?That is the contract method you have chosen. Of course, I am very happy. I can mess up those proud messengers of God. I am very excited to think about it.

Faen smiled, indeed, he liked collars, in all senses, but this time he smiled coldly.

It was already evening when he woke up again. The pedestrians on the road were loose, and he was tied to the platform and moved casually. A burst of pain penetrated his heart and lungs. He found that his dick was still tied and was still leaking semen and urine. His lower abdomen was slightly bulging, and a lot of inventory should have accumulated inside. Suddenly, a pair of white and tender legs appeared in front of him. Before Faen could raise his limbs to relax.

The punishment time is almost done

Jing Lun didn't want to stay here for a moment, and his feet were covered with sticky semen.

He pulled the chain and walked downstairs. The ropes on his limbs were indeed cut off, but his thighs were still tied with penis Ah. Faen was pulled forward just as he wanted to untie his hands. Fortunately, there were fewer people, but they were still watching him playfully.

Jing Lun didn't realize anything at this time. When she found that the people around her looked at her with ridicule, she turned around and glanced.

Faen tried his best to walk with the smallest steps. Despite this, his penis was still pulled up and down by his legs spreading. The whole process was sprinkled with semen or urine. Every time his legs merged, he would be congested and ejaculated, and then he was immediately pulled down by his legs that were spreading, so he could only leak urine intermittently. However, less than a few drops of congested and ejaculated, and he had experienced dozens of inch stops in just a few dozen steps.

The iron chain Jing Lun was pulling was relatively short, and almost all the semen was shot behind her cloak. In the eyes of passers-by, this master slave must be playing some shameful play.

Jing Lun shook his cloak in disgust, but the sticky semen could not be shaken off at all. Instead, it was connected into threads and covered with semen threads.

Helplessly, I could only relax the iron chain and walked a few meters away and pulled Faren away.

I said, Miss, can't you stop for a while and let me untie the rope? I was forced to pull forward and couldn't untie the rope at all. Faen's hands could only tuck the hemp rope on his thighs in vain, so that the penis was pulled a little smaller.

He thought of a good idea, wouldn't it be better if he didn't let his dick lift it up, so he pressed his little brother directly with both hands and forced it down. Even if he was congested, he wouldn't lift it up directly. It was a bit better, but he hadn't been able to wait a few steps to go.

Release your dirty hands, that is your punishment to resist others, and you should be glad that she did not cut off your bird.Farn's eyelids shook.

Despite no response, Faen still let go of his hands holding the penis, and even stopped pulling the string before, allowing the penis to fly up and down, leaking semen and urine.

The white-haired girl carrying a giant sword reflected in her dark eyes, becoming deeper and deeper.

The saint who had gone around in circles finally locked in the source of divine power in Xicheng District. During the day, she was so excited that she was detected in most of the holy cities, but it disappeared without a trace after only a moment. The Pope has sent a copy and must find the God Envoy. It must not be blatant. The dark forces are everywhere. If the God-Summoning Plan is exposed too early, it will harm all kinds of harm without any benefit.

God Envoy, where are you? The lost saint met Jing Lun around the corner and pulled her slave to the city center. The latter almost kept ejaculation dyed the entire road with a white breath.

Lianhua slowly covered her little nose with her hands, and hesitated for a moment and said nothing. After all, it was hard to say something if she was a slave of others. She thought so and used a cleaning technique to purify the entire street. The Saints of Daytime were cleaners in all cities in the Scott Empire. Almost every city would patrol and clean the streets. After all, slaves did not know how to use the toilet or something. It was too bad to poop and pee as they walked.

The slave had no right to go to the toilet. This was written into the code jointly signed by the nations hundreds of years ago. She could not do anything. Just walk a few more times and practice spiritual power.

If there was no Daytime Holy Teaching, this world would be so dirty. The saint who thought about the great cause was leaving in the opposite direction.

Sometimes fate likes to tease everyone so much. Whether it is the goddess of desire stirring the latitude of time, or the goddess of fate measuring the weight of fairness, it doesn’t matter.

Lianhua hesitated at that moment and determined the tragic fate of all the divine messengers in the future. The moment she passed by, she could have saved a soul that was about to fall, but unfortunately she didn't.

Faen, who was tied in the hotel horse booth, slowly untied the ropes of his calf, and then untied the ropes of his thighs. The penis without restraint instantly paid tribute to the sky. The semen that ejaculated all the way seemed to stop, if he didn't look at the ropes of the triple semen locking on the penis.

Carefully untied the rope behind the glans, then the rope in the middle section, and finally looked at the rope with a knot at the base of the penis, and Faen smiled bitterly.

His lower abdomen was still swollen. I knew how much it was stored inside. I cruelly used brute force to tear off the last restraint.

Uh... A storm-like ejaculation pleasure drowned his nerves. He should have known for a long time that pain has a limit, but there is no pleasure. He found that most of the ejaculation was not semen but urine, but also the pleasure of ejaculation. His body, who had just recovered from the serious illness, fell to the ground and fainted.

In the distance, the border of the Yanyang Empire, the end of the Hengduan Mountains.

An indestructible city has been stationed here for hundreds of years, and countless imperial soldiers have dedicated their lives here, and blood has stained the city walls red.

This is the only way for the demons to attack the human kingdom from land, and it is also the largest defensive fortress of the empire.

The demon clan is still in the fortress of the army. Each of the cannon fodder demons who are fast-lived and dying have combat power of about the yellow level, and most of the soldiers guarding the city are ordinary people.

Zhang Shi is a child from an ordinary family. He has just grown up not long ago. The imperial law requires every adult male to serve in the military for two years at Hengduan Fortress. This is his first battle not long after he has just been trained as a recruit.

Looking at the demons rushing up, his palms were filled with sweat, and he almost couldn't hold the spear in his hand.

He looked at the more than 30 floating figures on his head. They were the trump cards in the fortress, and each of them represented a combat power that reached the peak of humanity.

Zhang Shi looked at a beautiful figure at the front of the team. It was the only figure that could give him the courage to fight. He had been training day after day since he could hold weapons. From the moment he could kill the enemy, he had almost never stepped down from the front line and had a reputation built with endless blood of the demons; the empire Valkyrie, the Blood-blocked Spear, and the Son of the Flame God Lan Jing.

This battle seemed to have no end. Day after day, there were almost no demons left who could cross dozens of king-level blockade lines. This was one of the greatest ceremonial wars that Hengduo Fortress could resist the endless demons.

Zhang Shi pierced through a demon who had just climbed up. For several days, the recruit Danzi had grown into a man who could guard one side. His palms were no longer sweating and his heart was no longer tense. As long as he poked and pulled according to the training manual, he could almost deal with most of the situation. Of course, there were also times when fighting in close combat, a long blood mark on his body was left.

He decided to firmly avoid getting close, just stab the demons to death before they climbed up.

With a dazzling flash of flashes on the front line, the demons faded like a tide. Zhang Shi looked up at the figure flying back in front of him. The team led by General Lan had killed the demon leader who organized the attack.

The girl flying back was almost completely damaged, almost without covering her body, and her naked skin was covered with scorch marks. She killed the leader of the demon clan among the layers of guards. This was actually the daily record of a 17-year-old girl.

Zhang Shi sat on the city wall with his butt, and his fatigue rushed up like a rising tide. He didn't feel it when he was fighting. When he stopped, he found that his hands were trembling uncontrollably, and he couldn't stop it. His heart was like a war drum, as if he could pop out of his chest at any time.

The double eyelids were fighting constantly, and they were about to fall asleep, but a thought flashed through my mind and I suddenly felt a sudden thrill.

Many young people come to the fortress to serve in the military. Although they have many preferential funds and patriotism, they are more attracted by the legend of blood-stopping that people are talking about in China.

War always gives birth to miracles.

In that legend, Hengduan Fortress was once again broken through the city gate. The twelve-year-old imperial girl stood up with her division level cultivation to block the surging demon soldiers.

The slender little hands each held a long sword that was extremely inconsistent with their bodies, and there was a blazing flame gushing over the mortal iron sword, reflecting the glow of a divine weapon.

When the king-level assassination team finally returned from a tragic victory, the surprised expression on each of them was illuminated by the red flames. The broken city gate was already covered with corpses, and the fiery flames on the only passage leading to the city did not fade at all.

After the demons retreated, people took over the fainting girl and asked people to build her a higher water platform before she fell into a coma.

People did as they did. The material transfer station at the central stronghold in the city was demolished and a water station was built for her. In the shocked eyes of the doctors, the dying girl slowly reborn under the baptism of clean water, shedding scars, correcting the messy and twisted bones, and growing tender granulation.

The girl began to take a bath in her eyes. The scars faded and the battle marks disappeared, presenting the girl's crystal clear and tender body, and the name of the Son of the Flame God spread wildly.

As Lan Jing floated on the Central Avenue, Zhang Shiqiang was energetic. He traveled thousands of miles to the fortress to serve in the military, to witness with his own eyes whether the legend passed down by people is true. General Lan, who went to Beijing alone, was the youngest king-level king in human history, and the dream lover in the dream of countless men in the capital day and night.

The girl slowly walked towards the high water platform, taking off the broken burqa along the way.

The reason why legend is a legend is that the girl regards the baptism at the age of twelve as a habit.

The girl pulled out most of her underwear, and her plump breasts bounced out, half white and half charred. Then she bent down in everyone's eyes, half raised her legs and took off her underwear.

Zhang Shi swallowed his saliva. The legend is true. Since the girl was twelve years old, she would take the stage to take a shower every time she returned from the war. She didn't mind that her naked body was exposed to the sun, and let the soldiers appreciate her every new body.

If she didn't understand what shame was when she was only twelve years old, then she should have understood it as she grew up.

But she still took a bath on the platform day after day, year after year.

Zhang Shi widened his eyes, wishing he could grow more than a dozen pairs of compound eyes like those demon insects, or he could suddenly have a high level of cultivation to bring the girl's slightest bit through half a city. As the scars faded away, the radiant General Lan Jing once again seemed to be a reborn bird.

Like most new recruits, Zhang Shi gradually began to be jealous of the military and civilians of this fortress. The soldiers who had been garrisoning here for a long time almost looked at the girl's figure as a flat-shaped girl, growing up slowly, matured and plump.

They can appreciate the growth of the girl after almost every war, watching her breasts gradually become straight and round, her tender figure gradually become convex and stylish, and her butt gradually becomes plump and moist.

Before he knew it, Zhang Shi's heart slowly calmed down, and his hands no longer trembled. His tired eyes were filled with passion. He also wanted to stay, not to serve in military service for two years, but to stay as a garrison. Perhaps he could fight side by side with her one day.

It is easy to hear the whole city. Every surviving soldier is enjoying the girl's bathing and rebirth. Even the kings sit separately on some roofs with wide vision. Everyone's eyes are full of expectations and yearning for a beautiful life.

Lan Jing folded his hands, slowly arched his chest, and then suddenly put it down. In an instant, the autumn waves were shimmering, and the two plump and straight breasts trembled with attractive frequency. She had a pair of plumpness that should not belong to this year's youth.

The girl frowned. She didn't like these breasts, which was a bit too big, which affected her movements. The ones she was a little better when she was a child.

But when she looked up and saw the hot gazes all over the city, her face turned slightly red. Forget it, just be bigger.

She didn't mind her body being viewed by the people here. She didn't understand it before, but the older she got, the more she understood how attractive her body was.

But this did not hinder her habits. Everyone who stayed in it deserves respect. The war of life and death made the soldiers here not know whether tomorrow would come. If she could arouse the soldiers' desire for life, she would not have any hesitation.

Someone once asked her what kind of man she liked. The girl tilted her head and thought for a long time, saying that she liked great heroes.

But what is the big law?

She has no conclusion yet. The children who grew up in the fortress do not have a big worldview. She only knows that the world is very big, there are many people in the royal city, and there are many cities, and even countries outside the country.

This is her home, and both her parents have dedicated their lives to the city.

Although she has an irreconcilable hatred with the demon clan, the girl still has unrealistic fantasies, fantasizing that one day there will be a great hero; she will break the stars in the sky, pull the tide of the nine provinces, wave her hand to disperse millions of demon clans, and lead people to flatten the demon world, then that person is her great hero.

The water vapor is filled with mist, and the girl is in love with spring.Countless soldiers in the fortress knew her criteria for choosing a spouse, and it was also one of the reasons why countless people fought bravely to fight the enemy.Huáng Birds seek phoenixes, where is the phoenix?