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Early the next morning, well, it should be morning, I opened my eyes and got up.

Because I was in the 521/'> mission, and the most important thing was that there were big gossips like Sa Qili and Tulakov around me, so I couldn't shamelessly sneak into Artoria's tent, under everyone's teasing gazes,

Despondently, he pitched a tent and fell asleep alone.

But because of this, it seems that a thief took advantage of it.

I hugged him, and I felt the familiar temperature, familiar body fragrance, familiar slenderness and softness, just like my left hand touching my right hand.

I opened the quilt and took a look, and sure enough, the little ghost was hugging me like an octopus, sleeping soundly with his head buried in his arms.

This little saint has woken up in the middle of the night the last few times, almost becoming a night owl, and this time she is probably the same, but she didn't wake me up.

No, my saintly lady cannot be so well-behaved!

After rummaging around in the inventory, I found a broad sword and used it as a mirror. I looked at my face and sure enough, I had two more ink mustaches on my upper lip and my eyebrows were twice as thick. It was the reincarnation of Xiao Li with a big beard.

Seeing my own face, I could imagine a scene like this. The little ghost woke up while I was sleeping, lying next to me, staring at my face as usual. After looking at it for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly took out a bottle of

With the ink on my face, I smeared it on my face a few times, and I was done. Then I sniggered and got into my arms to continue sleeping.

As if I was rehearsing the entire crime in my mind, I transformed into Kogoro Wu Fan and pretended to be knocked unconscious by a certain death-god elementary school student. I closed my eyes and tilted my head. I hugged the little ghost's delicate body tightly. My big hands were there.

She gave her a gentle pat on her buttocks and prepared to go back to sleep.

No, bastard!

I opened my eyes suddenly, sat up with the little ghost in my arms, and held her little hand in front of my eyes. Sure enough, I found the criminal prop. There was still ink on the cute index finger.

Ho ho, you are a bold criminal and you haven’t confessed your crime yet. Look at me serving you with severe punishment!!!

Roaring in my heart, I turned over and gently pressed the little ghost under me, biting her cherry lips.

The little ghost finally woke up and discovered the current situation. She whined pitifully for a few times and then gave up her struggle. When I left her lips with satisfaction, she looked at me troubledly.

"The knight who is supposed to protect the saint reveals his true colors while the saint is sleeping, and presses the weak and pitiful saint under him to desecrate him. What is this?"

"The Duke of Beasts." I touched my chin and replied subconsciously, feeling that my moral integrity suddenly dropped a lot.

I felt it was necessary to remind the little ghost what good thing she had done: "By the way, don't you think I look much more handsome today? Look at this sexy mustache, and then look at these thick eyebrows."

"Wow!" exclaimed, the little ghost looked at me, suddenly showed a shocked face, and began to cry sadly.

"Xiaofan, where are you? Come and save me. I'm being bullied by other men."

"Other idiot! It's me, it's me, and this look is your masterpiece!" I finally couldn't help roaring, this little saint, if there is an Oscar for best pretending to be stupid, it must be her.

The little ghost then pretended to remember something and clapped his hands.

"I remembered." As she said this, she looked at me ashamedly.

Ashamed, my little saint actually looked ashamed, God, I was not dreaming!

"Originally," the little saint said with shame, "I wanted to draw Xiao Fan more handsome."

"I can't even draw handsome pictures. I'm so sorry for disappointing you. I'm so sorry!" I angrily moved my heart to the coffee table with tears streaming down my face.

"This saint is not boasting. The painters in the palace also praised my talent."

Did the painter appear after the tailor? Well, maybe we also need a musician and an actor.

"After all, what you want to say is that I look like this. Even if you are as talented as a saint, you can't do anything about it, right?" I exposed the sinister language of the little ghost.

"It's so sad."

"Yeah, Cannian Cannian, in that case, I'll sell you to other handsome guys." I replied angrily.

"Actually, I still prefer Xiaofan's original appearance."

"It's too late to flatter you now."

"It's true." The little ghost looked at me seriously, suddenly put his arms around my neck, moved his little mouth up, stretched out his tongue, and licked my lips.

There's ink on it, you idiot.

"Don't be like this. It's very dirty. Ink is not something to eat." I avoided it gently.

"No, I want the original Xiaofan, return the original Xiaofan to me." The little ghost became angry and awkward. I still wanted to be angry. Who on earth made me like this.

"I can just clean it up myself."

"No, I will personally change Xiaofan into his original appearance. No one can stop me."

As she said that, the idiot saint kept pushing her lips up, wanting to continue licking them.

With her arms around my neck, I had no choice but to move forward as a retreat, attack as a defense, and first use my own mouth to kiss the fragrant tongue that was licking restlessly.

So a chase began. The little ghost and I battled wits and courage, each trying to subdue the other. In terms of IQ, I was far inferior to her, but in terms of force, I was far ahead of her.

In the end, force defeated wisdom. The little ghost failed to clean the ink on my face with his tongue. Instead, he was suppressed by me, kissed and touched my vagina. His clothes were messy, his love was leaking out, and he was panting.

, I really lost my virginity at the expense of a sweet kiss.

"Stupid Xiaofan, Dan Xiaofan, ah!" The angry little ghost simply bit me on the shoulder, leaving a clear mark, and then smiled coquettishly, when I showed my angry eyes like a diamond.

, slipped back into the necklace with a squeak.

"Damn it. I have to spank you next time I come out." I grinned and said wēixié at the necklace.

Put on your clothes, wash briefly, and wash off the ink on your face.

After listening to the surroundings for a while, it seemed that no one had come out of the tent yet. It must be quite early. I slept very soundly holding the little ghost in my arms. I, a guy who often stays in bed, actually got up early for the first time.

By the way, Tamoya should be up too, so why not take advantage of this moment to summon her over.

To be cautious, I recalled it in my mind. Tamoya told me that she took a shower one to two hours after dinner, and did not remind me to take a shower in the morning. It seems that she did not take a shower in the morning. Habit.

That said. It's safety summoning time.

I clapped my palms and decided, right now, to summon Lord Martial Emperor!

I took a look at my tent. Although it wasn't very big, it was enough for a summoning place, so I didn't go out and cast Grizzly Bear Calling inside the tent.

As the bright white light lit up, the entire tent was shrouded in white. Suddenly, the light flashed and disappeared, replaced by a slender figure in the middle of the tent.

I:"……"

Tamoya: "..."

"Yo... yo, good morning, Tamoya." I tried to say hello and explain.

"Listen to me, actually things are not what you think..."

His mouth was busy explaining, but he couldn't move his eyes away.

The skin as delicate and delicate as milk, the tall breasts that are particularly prominent because of the slight bending over, and the round buttocks, completely fall into the eyes, the concave and convex perfect girl's curves, which are better than those of the Jalogas Mountains. The rolling hills are even more fascinating.

What appeared in front of me was Tamoya, who was only wearing a set of cute pink underwear. Moreover, one of her little fingers was still buckled on the inside of both sides of the pink panties. I didn't know whether she wanted to take them off or not. Just put it on.

The other small hand was arranging the pink bra on top, with a slight tilt, revealing the alluring snow-white spring light, which was looming, making my nose itchy.

"This is actually a misunderstanding." I wiped my nose and acted solemnly.

Then……

“Dong dong dong dong!!!”

"Pfft!!!"

With such a sound that people can fully imagine what happened, a figure flew out from the tent door. After landing, it still rolled on the floor dozens of meters away before stopping, falling upside down. Lying on the ground, motionless, like a corpse.

"What happened?" Everyone who heard the sound came out of the tent one after another, and then saw a body lying on the ground not far away.

"Isn't this the newcomer?" Tulakov, who loves to join in the fun, was the first to rush up, opened the lying body and took a look, and exclaimed in shock.

He stretched out his finger, probed it in front of the other person's nose, took it back, and shook his head with a lonely expression.

"It's over. The newbie brother is... dead."

"What's going on? Why is the newbie like this?"

"It must have been a sneak attack." Look at the messy and dense footprints on his clothes. These are at least the number left behind after thousands of monsters stepped on him.

Shashik instantly transformed into the god of death, a primary school student, and walked over with a red rose in his mouth with a serious look on his face. His eyes showed sadness, and he had already found the truth.

"No, this is just an illusion." Sa Qili calmly played with the staff in her hand and gave Shashik a contemptuous look, as if to say, if the Death God student grew up to look like a big and thick bear like you, he was forced to drink the strange liquid. It wasn't him but the man in black.

"I think this is more like a deliberate murder, and..." Sa Qili's eyes swept over everyone one by one, cold and full of doubts.

"The prisoner is among us."

"What?" Everyone was shocked. You looked at me, I looked at you, and a strange and collapsing atmosphere of mutual suspicion spread.

"I want to leave this hellish place immediately. I don't want to stay with a murderer." Tulakov issued the death flag angrily and panicked.

"I'm afraid no one can leave now. The only road leading to the outside world here, the suspension bridge, I know without looking at it, must have been cut off by the prisoner." Sa Qili silently looked at the dim teleportation not far away.

He glanced at the formation and sighed.

Just as everyone's words and mine continued to enrich this fictitious murder case, I finally couldn't help but open my eyes and sat up helplessly.
To be continued...