The people in the room looked at this scene tremblingly, watching Su Hao's fingers slowly penetrate the eyes of the black-haired strong man. As the strong man made a heart-wrenching scream, fine blood spots splashed out of the edge of his fingers, and two slippery eyeballs were squeezed on the spot, and a large amount of sticky liquid gushed out of the lens. The broken balls were pressed out of the eye sockets and hung between the corners of his eyes and the bridge of his nose. The unbearable severe pain made the black-haired strong man almost crazy. He ignored the fact that his hands had been twisted, raised his head to death, and threw it in the air, opening his mouth and roaring like a crocodile trapped on the verge of death, but he could not change his current situation at all.

Su Hao's voice was extremely calm, but full of chilling coldness: "I just came, I need a bowl for eating."

This sentence sounds a bit inexplicable. Especially when it is full of blood and violence, no one can understand what Su Hao means. Everyone stood up from their own beds and pushed them far away to the distance they thought it should be safe, silently watching Su Hao's rampage. No one will continue to hold on to the idea of ​​humiliating the newcomer a few minutes ago. They suddenly found that their thoughts were really stupid. But fortunately, the black-haired strong man, the pioneer who jumped out, avoided the same tragic life as him.

According to the standards of strength classification on earth, the strong man's physique has reached the peak of the fourth level, and is not even weaker than some fifth-level strengthened people. But even so, he is still just an ant in front of Su Hao. Su Hao used an extremely cruel method to pull off the other party's eyes, exert force again with his hands, tearing the strong man's head up and down like a shattering destruction, and divided it into two halves.

The red blood, white brain, and two distinct substances that were contrasting strongly stimulated the onlookers' eyes. The two strong men who were standing in front who wanted to make some moves began to shrink back. They secretly thanked that they did not rush up foolishly. The terrible power of being able to tear apart the entire human head with both hands was simply unimaginable. I originally thought that it was natural for the black-haired strong man to insult Su Hao, but now I suddenly realized that it was a ridiculous act of suicide. The guy was lying on the ground now, like a dead pig that had just been slaughtered, like a toy that was ravaged by a strong man, like a pile of garbage emitting blood and stench.

The onlookers' eyes gradually fell on Su Hao's hands, and people began to understand what Su Hao's previous sentence about "the bowl for eating" meant.

The black-haired strong man's skull was held in Su Hao's hand, and blood was constantly dripping. Su Hao's expressionless face pulled off the hair and skin on the surface of the skull with his expression. He used his little fingernail to lift up the blood membrane inside the bone, lifted it up, and pulled it off in large areas, revealing the smooth and hard bone layer.

The skull, in turn, is a beautiful and standard concave shape. If used as a practical utensil, this thing is a bowl, a bowl made of human skulls.

Su Hao looked at the people around him quietly, and his cold eyes swept across everyone's face. It seemed like two sharp knives, no one dared to look directly at them. The gladiators who thought they were fierce only felt chills all over, subconsciously lowered their heads, or turned their bodies, and wanted to get help from their companions. However, they saw a stronger recession and fear in each other's eyes, and a complete contempt for the new man.

Su Hao set his eyes on a middle-aged gladiator closest to him: "Come here."

The nearby people quickly moved away from both sides, leaving only lonely gladiators standing there alone, as if there was an area where plague and death gathered.

The muscles on the middle-aged gladiator's face were trembling, and his whole mind was completely frozen. He took mechanical steps forward, and his mouth made a begging that was even worse than crying: "I...I...I...Don't..."

Su Hao threw the skull in his hand directly, commanding in an extremely majestic and unquestionable tone: "Cleaning it. If it gets dirty, I will look for another new alternative."

Soforre City is located on the central plain north of Maca City. This is the second largest city in the Kingdom of Jinka except the imperial capital, and it is also the direct fief of Duke Hosenmo.

The Duke is a man in his seventies and energetic spirit. He built an extremely gorgeous castle for himself, not even weaker than a palace. Many poets have used gorgeous words to describe the hall of the Castle of Hosenmo: there are countless crystal crystals embedded in the walls, emitting a different shade of lights and sunlight. The ground is covered with mirror-like marble, and when you step on it, you will feel extremely comfortable and cool. The round dome is decorated with murals, which is the masterpiece of the greatest artist of this era. Standing in the center of the hall, you can fantasize that you are the emperor of the world and feel an unprecedented spiritual shock.

A slim figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window more than ten meters away.

From the moment she appeared, Duke Hosenmo felt that his eyes could only look directly, be completely locked, and firmly fixed on the beautiful and charming shadow. Even his eyes were sour and dry, he could not blink his eyelids.

She was a girl as beautiful as a dream, her steps were so agile, as if she was dancing with silent rhythm. Her whole body exuded a breath of youth, and her figure developed to the ultimate standard of coveted. Her concave figure made people sigh at the Creator's preference, and the proportion of her extremely plump breasts and thin waist was enough to make any woman jealous. Her exquisite face was as crystal clear as jade, and as smooth and white porcelain as it made people unable to help but want to caress her. However, when she reached out and touched her, she couldn't help feeling panic, fearing that this action would cause irreversible blasphemy to it.

Duke Hosenmo only felt that his heartbeat was accelerating violently. Of course, he would not understand that this was the result of the accelerated secretion of adrenaline. The duke found that his body was changing with his eyes. Under the robe embroidered with complex patterns with gold thread, a bulge of amazing scale had raised. The height and hardness obviously exceeded the physiological limits that an elderly person should have.

The strong attraction is not only derived from the beauty of a girl. More so, it is the almost suffocating outfit worn on her body.

A piece of triangular silk fabric and several extremely thin cloth ropes, the chest and lower body were just rightly covered, but exposed the thighs, arms, and even almost the entire buttocks. The most critical part was not exposed at all, but it seduced the man's most primitive desires like a devil. Such a cool dress contrasted with the hot weather, especially in the Duke's mansion, no one would say anything about this strange dress. What was particularly hated was the thin black gauze burqa on the outside of the girl's body. It was almost transparent, but blocked the leakage of the most beautiful scenery. So that Duke Hosenmo could only see the hazy part, but could not see more carefully.

On Earth, this clothing has a very loud name: "Sexy Underwear".

Meng Qi has been following the Duke. Although he was half bent, he used his eyes that had a clear understanding of the world to capture every change in the Duke. He was trembling and excited, and he couldn't control himself. Even Duke Hosenmo himself did not realize that his changes were almost as Meng Qi expected. It was not that the Duke was really lustful, but that when every man saw this situation for the first time, his reaction was actually similar. Even Meng Qi himself was the same.

This is not an exaggeration. When he got the design drawing of the sexy underwear, Meng Qi had already had an impulse for the bellyband and thong on the paper. In the following time, he found that the weaver would often stare at the semi-formed clothes, and even uncontrollably masturbate violently at the cut cloth. As a last resort, Meng Qi had to change to a female weaver. However, the situation was not much better before. When he saw the drawing, the woman cursed Meng Qi in almost the most vicious language, thinking that he was an evil devil who played with women. It was not until Meng Qi offered a full five times the salary that the female weaver barely shut up and completed his work with strong hatred and shame.

To complete Su Hao's plan, it is far from enough to just rely on Maca City. Duke Hosenmo is powerful, and if he opens a gap from him, he can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Repressing his strange mood, Meng Qi stepped forward and asked carefully: "Dear Duke, are you still satisfied with this goods?"

This sentence brought Duke Hosenmo back to reality. He suddenly realized that the delicate girl in front of him was not his personal belonging. Instead, she belonged to the damn businessman beside him who was tall and treacherous and charming.

Looking at the two slender legs under the girl's black veil burqa, the duke felt that the blood flow in his body began to accelerate again. His lower body was so swelling and painful that he urgently needed to vent.

He turned around, took his gaze away from the girl with difficulty, stared at Meng Qi with his usual majesty, and nodded slowly: "Ten thousand gold shells, this price is not expensive."

Meng Qi's smile squeezed almost every muscle on his face to the extreme: "Thank you for your generosity. You are the most respectable noble I have ever met. You should become a king, or even the emperor who ruled the mainland."

Flattering is an indispensable instinct for every businessman. If you want to be successful in this circle, you must not be stingy with verbal praise. This thing does not require cost, it only depends on whether you are thick-skinned and your tongue is flexible enough, especially the specific way of understanding the two words "shameless" and "profit".

Duke Hosenmo was a nobleman with a good reputation in the Jinka Kingdom. He was fair and had a good management of the people in the territory. Especially in terms of taxation, the levy ratio was only about 95% of the other nobles. Based on the actual commodity trade quota in the Labangka continent, this pitiful proportion was actually nothing at all. But it was a real comparison with other nobles. Because of this, Duke Hosenmo's image in the eyes of the people was completely in line with the high standards, and his reputation even surpassed the king at one point.

Meng Qi's flattery words are actually very ordinary. Duke Hosenmo can hear similar words every day. He has long been immune to these words and is bored with calluses in his ears. However, at this moment, the old duke felt particularly pleasant and gradually smiled on his face.

This is largely because of the girl who looks like a fairy. The other half is because Meng Qi offered this beautiful female slave. Duke Hosenmo knew very well that the price of 10,000 gold shells was actually very low. A female slave of this kind can be sold for 100,000 gold shells, or even 200,000 gold shells, or 300,000 yuan, is not impossible. Meng Qi should be because of his identity as a duke and his desire to open a trade route in Soforre City, so he would not hesitate to sell and deliver such precious goods half-sell and half-delivery.

The happy old duke called the housekeeper, pointed at Meng Qi, who was smiling, and told him very directly: "Delivery of 10,000 gold coins immediately, and it must not be retained or seized for any reason."

Meng Qi followed the butler and left the hall happily. Duke Hosenmo did not notice at all. The vulgar businessman could hardly escape from him.

The only two men were left in the hall.

The old man slowly walked to the girl, with the controlled breathing rhythm, lifted the black veil covering her cheeks with his trembling hands, and slowly lifted the exquisite face with his fingers.

The moment the skin touched, Duke Hosenmo felt a delicate skating that made him excited. The girl was about one head shorter than her, and this distance made him feel strongly tolerant and caressed. The girl's bright eyes made the old man feel as if he was facing his granddaughter. However, Hosenmo had no sense of guilt in his heart. He saw the softness and encouragement in the girl's eyes, as if an angel was giving rewards to his sinful mind.

Duke Hosenmo only felt dry and had the urge to swallow the delicate girl in front of him directly.

He finally suppressed his pressure and asked in the most kindest, gentlest and kindest voice: "What's your name?"

The girl smiled gently. Her eyes and face kept flowing with enviable brilliance.

"My name is Hege."

"Hag?"

The old-faced duke frowned, and a large area of ​​deep wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes: "This name is very bad, it looks like a man."

"The name is just a code name."

Black Grey's face was filled with a beautiful smile. She tiptoed, with the shyness that was unique to the girl, and gently touched the old man's cheek with her soft lips. Her devilish murmur suddenly penetrated into the old man's brain like drugs.

"You are my master. I will be my name anyway you need. I will be my name anyway you need me to do."

An indescribable force suddenly penetrated Duke Hosenmo. Yes, although he bought this amazingly beautiful girl, even though he was the girl's master, when it was time to really take action, the Duke still felt an indescribable psychological barrier.

The girl was younger than her granddaughter. If she was a few decades younger, the old Duke of Hosenmo would not have any concerns at all, and directly pressed and pushed Hag in the hall.

But now, a seventy-year-old man should be respectful and should be looked up to by people. He should look at the beautiful woman he likes from a distance with admiration. Even if he wants to play tricks, he must wait until no one is allowed to talk about it at night.

Why didn't the damn sun set earlier?

Why is it still past ten o'clock in the morning now? It's not even lunch time.

Hege leaned completely on the old duke. It understood very well the needs of men for beautiful women. From insects to mice, and then changed into human form, every muscle on Hege's body can be controlled freely. From a normal visual perspective, the old duke must not find that the part of Hege's body is subtly deforming. This kind of caress without any distance makes him feel the most intimate warmth, which is irresistible, and even gradually evolves from the contact part to the strong erection and toughness that spreads to the whole body.

“Like a visit to this castle?”

Duke Hosenmo was simply a young man who was young and fell into the trap of love. He hugged Hege's tender shoulders and kneaded his breasts quietly. His tone and expression were filled with the love of the old man as a grandfather treating his granddaughter: "It's big and beautiful. However, there are places that cannot be rushed around, and I must lead you to enter. Otherwise, you will encounter danger."

Hege's deadly seductive face showed surprise, and she leaned against her old husband like a frightened cat, asking timidly: "What exactly is it? Can you tell me?"

"certainly"

The old duke smiled and hugged Heg, and took his steps towards the stairs: "There are many dangerous places. I will take you to the most critical and important place now."

"Oh where is it?"

“Haha, my bathroom…”

Two figures, one old and one young, gradually disappeared on the stairs.

Duke Hosenmo did not notice at all. In a small room on the side of the hall behind him, a gap was slightly exposed. There was an old woman with an angry face and luxurious clothes, gritting her teeth and staring at the direction she left.

The old duke has children and daughters, and is not a widower.

The Duchess has always had a reputation for being virtuous. Duke Hosenmo also respects his wife very much. However, she is old after all. She is far inferior to the young and lively girl in both her health and appearance.

The Duke and Mrs. Hosenmo are role models of all nobles in Jinka Country. The old duke is almost never attracted to women other than his wife. Sometimes there are close contacts with young women. The old duke always takes the initiative to confess to his wife, and even feels a little embarrassed. The duke is quite generous in this regard, and always uses inconsequential jokes to help her husband get rid of embarrassment. In mutual understanding, the old duke is always full of gratitude to his wife.

However, this time is completely different from before.

The Duchess had never seen her husband develop such a strong desire for possessiveness towards a woman. This made her instinctively feel the potential danger.

But what else can I do?

That was just a slave. As the master, even if Duke Hosenmo played with all the purchased slaves, it was his own business.
Chapter completed!