Chapter 7 Changes

In the early morning, Faen, who was sleepy, was woken up with a force. Jing Lun had already prepared a carriage to go to the guild to see if there were any tasks. After all, the earlier the better you could get a good task, and you would not be so tired.

As always, Faen, who was tied to the door and waited, yawned and found that the pedestrians on the roadside pointed at him. Some girls were seen by him and even shyly bowed their heads by. Faen admitted that he was indeed a little handsome but had almost no lethality, but soon he found that the passers-by were almost focused on his lower body.

When he looked down, his dick, who had been abused for the whole day, was not only not listless, but instead expanded several times, hanging softly between his thighs and swaying in the wind. Even if he didn't have an erection, it was half a thigh. The pink glans, which had lost the protection of the foreskin, reflected the morning light of the sun like a striking force.

Faen curled his lips, it didn't matter, anyway, there would be no illegitimate girl who would harasse him.

But he obviously underestimated the attractiveness of this body. As soon as Jing Lun came out with the task scroll, he was surrounded by a bunch of older women. Farn listened and almost asked him questions such as whether he could turn his hands on it.

I would like to do something good. I would rather feed the insects than be squeezed.

Especially those dinosaurs that can pause a few times while walking will be disgusting instantly. If Jing Lun really sells him, he will run away without hesitation.

At worst, you can hide in the deep mountains and dense forests for a day when spiritual energy is restored.

The white-haired girl said nothing, and took a look at the task and passed by.

As he was about to leave the city, Farn saw a slave-catching team from a large family preparing to set off. There were many arrogant auras in the convoy, two of which were even higher than Jing Lun, and the carriage surrounded in the middle revealed a terrifying aura.

Is it just a big battle to capture a slave?

But these were not what Faen cares about. He found that there were also many slaves in the slave-catching team. Although they were weak, they all emitted fluctuations of spiritual power. Several female slaves with weapons stood carelessly outside the team, their naked bodies allowed passers-by to be frivolous. Almost everyone passing by would pat their butts and pinch their breasts. Some gangsters who were not afraid of death even stopped and poked their pussy with wooden sticks, and one of them had a better face and was taken care of.

Her upright breasts were pulled, ravaged, pressed, and held them by two people, one left and one right. Some people even found it not fun and slapped them over and burst into laughter when they looked at the flying breasts. Her delicate lower body was tortured and scarred. The gangsters stuffed all the small garbage found nearby into her pussy and anus. Some even held a glass bottle with a wide upper and narrow upper bottom and forced it into her pussy, and kicked it up.

Strongness blocks the possibility of garbage leaking.

Those who do these are just gangsters who cannot practice and wait for death.

The unindividual female slave who was naked and tortured had the cultivation level of the earth. Her round breasts were slapped and trembled continuously, but she could only pinch the weapon tightly and endured it silently. Her other hand didn't even dare to cover it up, and she hung stiffly beside her.

Faen glanced at the collar around her neck. This was the slave Ah, and then he was pulled out of the city by Jing Lun's carriage.

At the same time, at the other end of the continent, the Demon Realm.

The door of time and space that had been closed for hundreds of years finally opened, and the magic technicians knelt down in tears.

A pair of slender jade legs with smooth ice and smooth steps out of the platform first. A well-tailed black silk skirt wrapped around the suffocating body. The design of the neck and shoulders tied to highlight the round and smooth shoulders. A pair of small but beautifully shaped breasts swayed as they walked.

But the pretty face that charmed all living beings was full of impatient expressions at this moment.

If Faen was here, he would run as far as he could in an instant. He would not be able to accept this task because this witch was Ge Wu, the princess of the Demon Realm who easily tortured him in his previous life.

Faen stared blankly as Jing Lun applied the blood of a demon wolf cub on him, from top to bottom, from beginning to end, and even his bird was spared.

Then untie his chains if he guessed correctly.

ÁWoo… A wailing sound came from a distance, and the female wolf's grief burst out, and Farn ran away and plunged into the forest in a blink of an eye.

Several wind blades suddenly attacked from behind every once in a while. Although they had lost their spiritual power, Faen's keen perception was not lost. They were always avoided, but the approaching of the wolf pack was inevitable.

The subtle sound of the sword blade breaking through the air was covered up in the chaotic environment. Farn's ears trembled, and Jing Lun used the gap in the pursuit of the wolf pack to sneak attack from the tail of the wolf pack, constantly approaching the wolf king.

The strong heart kept supplying blood to his scarred body, and a stream of force erupted from the depths of his body. The memories of the weak escape reappeared in his mind, and the figure that was flying by the branches became more and more agile. If someone knew that this person who was racing against death was just an ordinary person with no cultivation, then no one would believe it even if he was beaten to death, because this skill of using force to jump on the branches could not be used by non-earth level cultivation.

But as the sun became stronger and stronger, he had a bad premonition. God seemed to have given up on Faen. Although he had never had much luck, Faen jumped out, beat a few and dodged two wind blades, and stopped on the edge of the cliff.

Looking at the Yangtze River rolling under the cliff, at least hundreds of meters, it will fall for a lifetime.

Looking back at the pack of wolves surrounding him, Feng Blade was ready to go in the mouths of the first few demon wolves, and Faen gradually clenched his fists.

Wow, swow, three wind blades crossed toward Faren, and there was no way to avoid it.

In an instant, he almost used his instinct to avoid the deadly area. The slanted light at the corner of his eyes happened to see Jing Lun sneak attacking the wolf king and chopping off the wolf's head with one sword.

Fighting against the three wind blades, blood flowed out immediately.

Faen took a step to empty, his body tilted and almost fell down.

He looked up at the rolling Yangtze River behind him and the wolves surrounding him in front of him. His five fingers cut out five blood marks from the stone peak. The tingling pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow kept stimulating his nerves so that he did not faint.

Strength is a pass for walking in any era.

The man's dark eyes were filled with terrifying mist, as if an unknown force was rushing out, but from the appearance, he still looked dying, without any spiritual power fluctuations.

Suddenly the wolf pack was in a state of turmoil. What, finally, did you know if your king is dead? Faen swept back and suddenly saw a figure being pulled up with one hand and rushed straight to the dense forest.

Then several fierce auras burst out.

Faen was stunned. If he read correctly, the body that was pulled away seemed to be Jing Lun. Looking at the corpse of the wolf king and the dark sword left in the spot, Faen's eyes gradually became grim.

The mantis pounced on the cicada and the oriole was behind Ah, but it has to be said that the aura of fierce fighting of the strong did disperse the wolf pack, saving his life indirectly. Thinking about it, he drilled into the wolf king's corpse.

Jing Lun cut off the wolf king's head with a sword, then inserted his right hand into the head and pulled out a monster crystal, and the mission ended perfectly.

The girl inserted the sword and looked at her slave. She shouldn't be dead. She ran very fast just now and shouldn't be so easy to die.

The moment when my mind was relaxed, a piercing pain burst out from the palm of my right hand, so that I couldn't hold the magic crystal firmly.

Jing Lun was stunned for less than 0:3 seconds before he was about to draw his sword, but it was too late, and his whole body was pulled away by the iron chain passing through the palm of his right hand and directly pulled into the jungle.

……