"Who? Get out of here!" The hell beast trainer's nose suddenly twitched, his footsteps moved, and instantly shrank into the shadow of the huge body of the three-headed dog in the hell.

"Woom wool wool..." The three-headed dog in the hell roared threateningly, and the three different lights flashing in the mouths of the three huge heads became even more intense, and three huge balls of light would blurt out at any time.

"Branl, has your dog's nose never been very sensitive? Since you smell someone, why did you forget the breath of your close friend?" A series of giggles came out in the darkness, and the sound floated back and forth, as if it was close to you, and as if it was far away in the sky. It was impossible to judge her specific location at all. No one saw her, but the laughter was so heart-stirring that it couldn't help but make people lose half of her body on the spot.

"Amilia!" The beast trainer in hell spat heavily, "Bah, who is your close friend? I have never seen you as shameless succubus as you. No wonder I smelled a slut after dozens of miles. I thought that some slut had not wiped it clean after going to the toilet!"

"Branl, you still speak so viciously. You say this really makes me sad." The voice in the dark suddenly became infinitely delicate. Even if you just listen to the sound, you couldn't help but feel a moving and clear mind that Xi Shi was holding his heart.

"Amilia, don't give me a slut, you slut. If you don't come out, don't blame Heckley for being polite!" The beast trainer in the hell did not relax his vigilance because he recognized the other party's identity. On the contrary, her nerves were even tighter because she knew what kind of cunning snake-scorpion venomous woman was hidden in the dark. Although they were ordered by the great demon lord Balotte at the same time, they were always incompatible. If they could knock the other party down, they would never show mercy. Balotte never cared about these things. He only asked the entrusted warriors under his tent.

"Wang!" It seemed that in order to cooperate with the strength of the hell trainer's speech, the fireball in the right head of the three-headed dog in the hell blurted out.

boom!

Rocks collapse!

After the fireball as big as a millstone fell to the ground, a deep pit of more than ten meters was blown out. Everything around it began to burn, even stones were no exception. The heavy rain could not extinguish the dark hell fire.

"Okay! OK! OK! You win, I'll come out! Really, can I still be unfavorable to my old friends?" With a whispering complaint, across the water puddle, a figure walked out of the darkness, as if she had been there and had never moved.

The world lit up in an instant as the shadows came out in the darkness.

The smooth and soft skin as milk is shining with a moving pearl luster, the skin is like jade fat, the face is like peach blossoms, and every smile and frown is full of charm, especially the bright big eyes, the scorching charcoal color that shines inside seems to ignite the soul and completely boil and burn it away. No matter how you look at it, it is full of infinite affection.

Not to mention the figure, the plumpness is far less than the beast tamer of hell, and the exposure of the clothes on his body is not low. The giant shovel, which is three points larger than papaya, is covered with only one rope and two pieces of metal as big as a palm. It is tightly tightened, outlining a tender white gully that can suck people's eyes into. It makes people wonder whether the rope that is not as thick as a baby's finger will suddenly break, and the pair of giant shovels can't wait to jump out.

A pair of snow-white thighs are even more round and powerful. He wears a pair of knee-length black high-heeled leather boots, with exquisite patterns and workmanship. You can tell at a glance that it is the human arm that is famous for his skillful hands on Dalaran.

If it weren't for her hot charcoal eyes, the small demon horns on her head and the demon wings that were softly attached to her behind, it would be difficult to associate her with the demon race.

In fact, she is a veritable demon, not only a demon, but also a member of a high-level demon - the succubus.

Succubus!

This is a race that all Dalaran males yearn for and fear.

When they appear before you, it means that your life no longer belongs to you, but before you die, you are likely to enjoy the bliss of life that has never experienced. This bliss requires the price of soul and life.

Sucking | Spicy Witch is another louder nickname for them.

Succubus can be either a high-level devil or a high-level devil. They have their figures in both camps. They are the only exceptional high-level devil/devil race. Their charm is so great that even if they are two-faced, they are still welcomed by both sides.

Of course, this is also inseparable from the racial characteristics of the succubus itself.

Before succubus completes transformation in adulthood, they do not distinguish between demons or devils.

Transformation is the moment when truly determining whether they are demons or devils in this life.

The transformation process of succubus is actually the first intercourse process. During this process, succubus will absorb the essence of the first intercourse creature to change its body, and determine its profession and future development prospects.

For example, a succubus absorbs the essence of a high-level demon in its transformation, so she becomes a high-level demon at the moment she completes her transformation and embarks on the path of a warrior.

If this succubus absorbs the essence of a high-level devil in the transformation, then at the moment she completes her transformation, she will become a high-level devil and have infinite possibilities along the way in the warlock.

If this succubus absorbs a low-level demon like the Desolate Demon during the transformation process, then the miserable life of this succubus will be destined, because this succubus will become a low-level demon, and its future development strength will be pitifully low.

In this process, their body shape and skin color are affected by the first prey, which also causes the succubus and individual succubus to be different.

However, no matter how much their appearance changes, their identity as a succubus can be recognized at a glance. The charm that provokes people's souls will naturally become natural and has been integrated into their bones.

Many creatures know that they are deadly poisons, but they still unconsciously sink into them willingly just to pursue the short bliss of life.

This strange characteristic has created a strange tradition of succubus, that is, before completing the degeneration, no succubus is a loyal woman. They would rather die than let any creature defile their bodies. Even the burning fire of desire in their bodies torture their bodies and souls at every moment.
Chapter completed!