Chapter 357 The backhand of the father of the gods
This is an arduous battle. This is the first time he has set foot on such a harsh and cold battlefield. His enemy is the physiological reaction caused by the friction of black stockings on the body, the pleasure that penetrates into the bone marrow and the slight pain caused by high heels.
, is the positive feedback engraved in human genes with the pace of evolution since ancient times. Every sigh he makes is a sword swing against the enemy in this battle, and every powerful beat of his heart declares that he has never
yield.
Salomon picked up the witch and put his two slender thighs on his shoulders. Their battlefield did not stop in the bedroom, the living room, study and bathroom were all accompanied by the viscous liquid left by this tragic battle. The witch was happy
The cry also announced the beginning of the counterattack, but the caster recited the spell, and the extreme pleasure confused the witch's brain. Her flat belly bulged in battle after battle, announcing her defeat under Salomon's magic.
.
The Cheshire Cat licked its paws disdainfully. Isn't it just making a kitten? Why are humans so happy? Its kittens are an army that rules this building. Every female cat here belongs to it.
But it never showed off.
The android in maid uniform also tilted her head in confusion. She couldn't understand what her master was doing at all. Is this some kind of sacred human ritual? Did her master also give her permission to perform such a ritual when she created her?
function?
The mystic and the witch lay exhausted in the bathtub. The witch sat on Salomon. The warm water covered the witch's waist, making her sigh with satisfaction. The battle took a long time, and Salomon used many related skills.
The magic gave this battle a perfect result. "You are a man now, Boya." The witch chuckled and said, "Don't eat secretly in the future, such as female spies, archaeologists..."
"I promise this has never happened." Salomon swore. Immediately afterwards, the witch's kiss fell, and her slender palms moved restlessly again. The mystic felt that he had entered an unparalleled paradise again.
It was the great Eden, the paradise on earth, where all peace was. It was the Hanging Garden of Babylon, the ultimate beauty, where all the beautiful things were. He longed for the witch, just as the witch longed for her.
"It's time for us to get a bigger bathtub," she said.
"Of course, I'll buy it tomorrow!"
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"You performed very well." Athena placed the baked lasagna in front of Salomon with satisfaction. The hot cheese exuded an attractive aroma. But Salomon did not show the appetite he should have, and his face
Pale, he reluctantly picked up the knife and fork with little Lorna's disgusted look and help. Given his physique, this situation was unlikely to happen, but his opponent was Umbrella Witch, the most terrifying woman in the world.
, then his symptoms of waist pain and weak legs are already very mild.
"This is the only way for men." Athena squeezed the muscles on Salomon's arm, "There is no need to feel shy. Look at those ancient Greek sculptures, your muscles are no worse than those on the sculptures.
The muscles I've asked you to build over the years are extremely attractive to women, and something like this will happen again in the future. Little Lorna, don't you think so?"
"Brother Salomon doesn't wear sunglasses, a hooded sweatshirt, or a basketball uniform. How can any woman fall in love with him?"
"The art course I want you to take is to prevent your aesthetics from being assimilated by street culture. Look at what you look like now, with baggy clothes, sunglasses and gold chains, you kid..."
Salomon sluggishly picked up the cup and took a sip of hot tea. He didn't listen to anything. On the contrary, the pleasant memories brought to him by the witch continued until now, and he wanted to do it again. Until the car keys started to collide in front of him.
He just came back from his pleasant memories with the sound of the sound. Athena immediately noticed something was wrong with him.
"Maybe I shouldn't have let you come here so soon." She said with a smile, "There is another exhibition today. Maybe I can invite Joan of Arc to visit with me?"
"Ah, no need." Salomon suddenly woke up. When Joan returned home, she keenly discovered the unusual smell and traces in the house. The cleaning work of the artificial man had not been completely completed. Salomon
She hadn't even gotten up from the bed in the bedroom yet. After the chaotic family comedy, Joan of Arc reluctantly tolerated Salomon sleeping in Bayonetta's bed, at the expense of her sleeping in the middle - the one in the middle.
The bed is huge and can accommodate three people. All we need to do is repair the bullet holes in the sheets.
He can do this job.
"I don't think Joan of Arc will be so easily fooled." He stuffed a piece of lasagna into his mouth and chewed it casually. "Now, she will go wherever Bayonetta goes, and she will never leave, just with the kitten.
almost."
"You performed very well." The Supreme Mage watched Salomon drink the carefully prepared herbal soup. With each sip, his face became rosier and his muscle soreness gradually eased. "You should have done this a long time ago."
The Venerable said with satisfaction, "In the past, you would have been followed by two snot-nosed brats. You had a sword, a lance, armor, and a horse. Even if you lost the other
Thing, with your ability to lead heavy cavalry, you will not be short of women."
His Holiness gave a speech about the living habits of the nobility in the past, saying things such as "At least you can sleep in the bed of a countess and escape when their husbands break in" and "At least you can turn over
Words like "The windows of three unmarried aristocratic girls will not be discovered by maids" made Salomon worried about the aristocratic life before the Middle Ages. The Supreme Mage also believed that even in the past, Salomon could rely on his own abilities
As a successful member of the Knights of the Round Table, Morgan Le Fay might personally recruit him.
"You should go see the Father of the Gods in a while." As soon as the conversation changed, the Supreme Mage mentioned Odin, who had just been thrown to the earth. Salomon expressed concern about the mental state of the Father of the Gods.
After that, His Holiness immediately made his disdainful remarks. “The Father of the Gods did not intend to blame Karma Taj. After all, it was Loki’s fault. He also did not intend to contact Thor and use Loki’s ability to compete with Heim.
Under Dar's supervision, Loki can't do anything major to overthrow Asgard. He just wants the throne. According to the intelligence, Loki is enjoying himself now."
"What about Gangnir? I remember that the Father of the Gods did not bring that gun with him when he came to Earth."
"Do you think it's possible? Wherever Odin is, there is Gungnir."
"In other words, the real power of Asgard is still in the hands of the Father of the Gods?" Salomon drank the last of the herbal soup in the cup, and then quickly stuffed a piece of gummy candy into his mouth.
There was a bitter taste in his mouth. He said, "The father of the gods still treats Loki like a monkey, is that right?"
"You are right to say that." The Venerable nodded, "Don't think that a god-king would be so stupid that he would leave no backup plan. Even I can't guess what Odin plans to do next. Every statement released by Loki
Someone will come here to give it to him every time he gives an order. You will know when you go to Finland, and now the father of the gods is still handling official business."
"Poor Loki." Salomon stuffed himself with a piece of gummy candy again and then stood up unsteadily.