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(I have been revising all day on Sunday. The first two chapters have been overhauled and are only completed now. If you are interested, please go back and take a look.)

Cecilia was followed by Doug, and Doug was followed by Roger. Roger was very careful and tried to keep as much distance as possible within the field of vision. After all, there was no natural protective color of Doug.

The camp is surrounded by sparse woods, and each tree forms the best cover.

Roger hung behind Doug and walked around a bush. The trees were sparser. He vaguely heard the sound of water. Seeing Doug in front of him stop, he also stopped and hid behind the tree, peeking over there quietly.

The moonlight scattered from the sky and reflected the sparkling water. A small stream came into Roger's field of vision, and then he saw the woman standing on the stone beside the stream.

Cecilia was wearing a white dress. Under the moonlight, she bent down and picked up a handful of water and sprinkled it on her face. The water droplets flowed down from her white cheeks and slender goose neck, just like a pure saint.

She picked up the water and squatted on the stone, looking at the water in her hands seriously, her protruding back and buttocks facing this way without any reservation.

Roger slowly exhaled a breath, luckily he didn't have long legs.

Suddenly, Doug flashed out from behind the tree, his nose twitching as if he had found Daddy's dog.

Cecilia was still squatting there and seemed not to hear the footsteps.

Doug walked over there in a daze, with only the things he liked in his eyes.

Roger suddenly felt something growing rapidly in his heart, as if he had been under a fatal temptation, and his heart seemed to burst out of his chest. A burst of light flashed through his heart, and it returned to normal.

Fortunately, Cecilia's legs are not long.

But he sensed danger and quickly picked up an oval pebble the size of a fist at his feet.

At this moment, Doug came behind Cecilia, stretched his neck, and leaned close to Cecilia's back and buttocks. With his obsessed black face and tight white skirt, he murmured: "Promise me, don't use it."

Fart that sexy ass of yours.”

The sound of gas explosion sounded, and Cecilia's skirt suddenly bulged from the waist down, blooming into a white morning glory.

The next moment, purple-black liquid spurted out from the morning glory, flew into Doug's face, and splashed all over his head and body.

Roger immediately blocked his nose, and an indescribably unpleasant smell came over him, which was even more unbearable than eating winter dates and bananas at the same time.

It's so disgusting.

What is this woman doing? Is she hungry? Is she still the goddess of the fart world?

Cecilia's white dress was stained with countless purple-black spots. She suddenly turned around, faced the stunned Doug, hugged him hard and pressed him to the ground, rubbing them together with purple-black liquid.

This woman has worse taste than Doug!

Roger's eyes trembled for a moment, then his eyes widened.

The dress on Cecilia's back collapsed, and a purple-black tail with a triangular tip emerged from the skin, tightened and then stabbed down suddenly, piercing into Doug's body.

A purple-black smoke rose up from the two people's bodies, and quickly gathered into a ball, floating near the tail, as if it was flowing with the twitching of the tail.

Is this the devil?

Roger holds the stone tightly and rushes to kill her?

It's so difficult to make up my mind. The purple-black liquid and the super unpleasant smell will probably make you sick to death before it gets over, right?

Cecilia suddenly turned her head and smiled at this side, her mouth full of purple-black bits from Doug's face.

Roger felt that he had received a fatal blow, the critical damage was 999, and he jumped into the street with only one drop of blood.

Therefore, we decided to make a strategic retreat.

Because he had just discovered that there was a white ferret squatting on a branch diagonally opposite, and the ferret had been looking at him.

Isn't there also Baron Samuel in the camp? The daughter is a devil, and the father is no better.

If you go back now, you can still launch a surprise attack when they are not prepared!

Yes, that’s it! This is called strategic transition.

Roger ran quickly and thoroughly towards the camp.

This woman is so unbearable that she can squirt out such ecstatic purple-black liquid, and she can stab a man with her triangular-headed tail, and she is so twitchy!

Having said that, Doug has strong tastes, and this woman also has strong tastes. Could this be the legendary perfect match?

…………

Baron Samuel looked at the empty small tent, thought for a while, then turned and walked towards the outskirts of the camp. Since no one was here, he probably followed Cecilia.

He was a little dissatisfied. He had agreed before that each of them should fully enjoy it. Based on his own soul's reaction to the target demon species, this Roger belonged to him.

Cecilia is too greedy. Is this a threesome?

A dark cloud floated over and blocked the moon. The night was dark and deep, and the camp was unusually quiet. Baron Samuel carried his precious scythe and walked towards the outskirts of the camp in search of Cecilia's breath.

Even if Cecilia is greedy, she can't eat two at a time.

The seven of them are indeed extraordinary, but the demon soul only needs one body.

The sky suddenly turned dark. Roger kept holding on to the oval pebbles and ran towards the camp from memory. The moon in the sky disappeared.

Even the moon can't bear to look directly at it.

The horror level of winter dates and bananas is absolutely max!

Roger glanced back. His field of vision was severely limited due to the disappearance of the moonlight. Although he could not see his fingers, he could not see very far.

A murderous night with a dark moon and high wind?

It was dark in front of him and he couldn't see clearly. Roger walked around a big tree and slowed down a little. He estimated that he was not far from the camp.

Suddenly a figure appeared in the darkness. Roger stopped quickly, holding the pebbles tightly, ready to take action at any time, and asked: "Who?"

"Roger?" The voice coming from the other side was filled with surprise.

The man took two steps forward, and Roger could vaguely make out that it was Baron Samuel diagonally opposite.

"It's you." He deliberately breathed a sigh of relief.

Hold the stone tightly in your hand, ready to use your special move at any time.

The baron also had bad intentions and was holding a sickle. Although it was no different from a sickle used to cut wheat, a knife was still a knife.

"Why are you here?" Roger asked first.

Baron Samuel glanced at the sickle in his hand and said with a smile, "Cut some for the horse..."

Cut off your big head! Your daughter looks so hungry? Are you a normal person?

While the baron was speaking, Roger threw the pebble with all his strength. The oval-shaped stone was like a rugby ball and hit Baron Samuel on the head with a bang.

Baron Samuel fell down at the sound and fell to the grass at his feet. He subconsciously wiped his head and it was all sticky.

Is there a mistake? I should be the one to strike first, okay? This bastard attacked me while I was answering the question. How despicable!

Having seen Cecilia's tail and friction, Roger had no psychological burden at all. With his strength, years of professional training, and being strengthened by the source of light, it would be impossible for ordinary people to get up again.

But this is not an ordinary person. Who knows if he can transform? What if he still has the strength to stab someone with his tail?

Therefore, Roger rushed forward and kicked Baron Samuel in the chest. The halo flashed instantly, and it seemed that the kick missed the target.

Roger didn't have time to think too much, he quickly kicked away the scythe that threatened him the most, then raised his foot to stamp on the Baron's vitals.

A black hand suddenly jumped up from the ground and grabbed Roger's calf. Five sharp nails suddenly lengthened and dug into the flesh.

"ah……"

Roger screamed, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

This guy actually has the strength to fight back? Are all the perverts living in this world?

The black hand dragged back, feeling a heartbreaking pain in his leg.

The leg immediately became weak, and with a pop, Roger knelt on the ground.

Baron Samuel's situation is not good. Five hundred years ago, killing someone was as easy as squeezing an ant to death. However, he has been sealed in this world for more than five hundred years. Apart from his natural magic power, he is not much better than an ordinary man.

cough……

Stinky bloody foam spat out from his mouth, and Baron Samuel stared at Roger, extremely angry.

How come the prey implanted with the demon seed doesn’t have the consciousness of being a prey? Don’t you know? The purpose of entering this place is to welcome great beings like us out!

His hand that turned into a black-bone chicken claw clawed hard, trying to penetrate the flesh and break the bones.

The other hand also quickly turned black, turned into a black-bone chicken claw and suddenly grew a length, grabbing at the sickle that Roger had kicked away.

There’s no need to think about perfect fusion, just grab it!

Despite the excruciating pain in his leg, Roger gritted his teeth and picked up the bloody pebbles on the ground.

Rugby naturally rejects weaklings and sissies. You must not back down when faced with provocation on the field, otherwise your opponent will definitely kick your nose in your face and rub your dick directly against you.

He raised the pebble, aimed it at the baron's head, and hit it hard.

This time, the inexplicably shining halo did not appear before.

A burst of liquid burst out, and the head turned into a rotten watermelon.
Chapter completed!