"What is there to be happy about? It's all those dishes... I want to eat the longsilala fattening set meal at Russell Restaurant." The wind magician couldn't help complaining: "It's okay to lock us here to work, but let's
Isn’t it too much for us to order takeout?”
"Bear with it, after all, this is a five-star confidential project. We all have to sign a confidentiality agreement before we come down." The waterbender companion laughed, "Don't talk about takeaways. Even a mosquito flying in here has to be inspected by dozens of people.
Again, I suspect that the ingredients here are all prepared in advance, so as to cut off contact with the outside world as much as possible."
There are a total of 2,000 magicians like them, working in three shifts to build the permanent empty gate in front of them. It stands to reason that the empty gate, a space wonder plan that can connect two countries, should at least be the entry-level holy domain magic for space factions.
Only masters are eligible to participate, but the most direct impact of the explosion of the Buddhist concept is the proliferation of "Void Magic Spirits". Even a one-wing magician can use the Buddhist Spirit to affect the spatial dimension.
In the past, only holy domain magicians could affect space because tools were scarce and they could only rely on extremely high talents to make a fool of themselves. Now that fool-like tools have appeared, the threshold for operators has naturally dropped... Just like exquisite
Small family workshops were replaced by crude industrial production.
The operational magicians here are all of the first and second wings. The throne room doesn't care about their magic faction at all, and directly allows them to have a "Void Gate Magic Spirit". The legendary magicians have already formulated a permanent void magic structure, so the Operation Magic
The work of the master does not require any creative wisdom, it only requires precision and caution, and the completion of the empty gate spells bit by bit at a slow but steady speed.
Most of them are aristocratic magicians from various civil service departments. They are "noble idlers". Their daily work is simple and easy. It doesn't matter if ordinary people are responsible for it. However, ordinary people are not qualified to be blessed by the stars, and there is the possibility of corruption and malfeasance.
Sex, and as aristocrats, they can only take advantage of it at best and never dare to violate the red line - rather than saying that they are aristocrats, it is better to say that they are tool men who have been castrated from criminal functions.
The really capable high-level magicians are maintaining the operation of the country and resisting natural disasters, so the hard work of building empty gates, which must be completed by magicians, falls on them. Precisely because they were nobles in the past, even if the starry sky is shattered, the whole world will be destroyed.
The nobles began to cross the red line to fight for power, but they still put the interests of the country first, and obeying the law has become their unbreakable concept.
During the period when the starry sky was shattered, instead of falling into chaos, the Kingdom of Stars erupted with jaw-dropping organizational power. It was precisely because this group of middle-class nobles still maintained the functioning of society according to inertia.
Tool talents with both abilities and weaknesses are the strongest cornerstone of order.
So these two magicians only complained about the food, but still carefully filled in empty spells with their hands.
"The main thing I don't understand is why it's so secretive. Does anyone dare to destroy the Buddhist monastery?"
"At least the throne room thinks this is possible. Just because we can see three holy magicians taking turns on duty, I guarantee that there must be a legendary magician guarding here." The water magician smiled: "Maybe there is already one.
The enemy has sneaked in for reconnaissance."
"As you said, there are sanctuaries, legends, and two thousand magicians here. If I were the infiltrator, I would be so scared that I would hide in the shadows, huddled in a ball, and tremble."
2 The magicians guessed correctly. The infiltrators were indeed hiding in the shadows and huddled together, their bodies were trembling slightly, and there was even a hint of fear in their hearts.
The pink-haired maid hugged her master, her soft plumpness fully fitting the hard chest, and her slender fingers touched the broad curve of his back shoulders through the collar. Although she spoke arrogantly, Wei Xi did not immediately taste Ash's taste.
She looked at Ash quietly, and Ash almost used all his strength not to look away... He didn't know why, but he always felt that if he looked away now, he was admitting defeat.
He could admit defeat to the maid, but he did not want to show weakness in front of the ghost prophet.
At this moment, they are no longer masters and servants who love each other, but supervisors and prisoners. What they are talking about is not feelings, but exchange of interests. He has to pay a price in exchange for Vichy's restraint, and Vichy wants to gain progress from him.
Level of resources.
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This is a fight
easy.
"Are you ready?"
She tilted her head, and the smile in the corner of her eyes was like the evil smile before the devil harvested the soul: "Have you fallen in love with me already?"
Ash didn't say anything. He took the initiative to put his arms around Wei Xi's waist and kissed her. However, Wei Xi tilted her head back to avoid his "self-inflicted trap" and held his cheeks with both hands. She raised her eyebrows, the look on her face
The smile showed uncompromising arrogance: "This time, you have to follow my rhythm."
Wei Xi gently pecked Ash's lips without kissing her deeply, as if she was looking for which part was more delicious. After trying again and again, she finally seemed to feel that Ash's lower lip was the most comfortable and sexiest to kiss, so she took it in her mouth.
After a while, they separated with a pop.
The two of them breathed long into each other's faces, and their heartbeats were beating like war drums. Wei Xi unknowingly sat in Ash's arms, holding Ash between her thighs strangled by the purple penis.
waist, the two of them seemed to blend into one.
Wei Xi held Ash's chin, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with mischievous banter between his brows and eyes, "Stick your tongue out."
Ash's pupils shrank suddenly and he glared at Wei Xi fiercely, hiding his shame with an angry gesture: "How could you - don't peek at me or them in the future!"
"Yeah, I understand, I won't read it again."
This insincere perfunctory move made the corner of Ash's mouth twitch. He reluctantly stuck out his tongue, intending to deal with Vichy casually. However, he soon had to use his real skills - Vichy's posture was so high,
She has a very tough talk, but her skills are unexpectedly raw, not even as good as Sword Princess.
Although Sword Lady has been defeated repeatedly, she will at least persist until the last moment and will never retreat midway. Vichy, on the other hand, has no self-esteem as a ghost prophet at all. Once she realizes that she is at a disadvantage, she leaves decisively and quickly adjusts herself with a red face.
Breathing. She didn't care at all about the resentment and contempt in Ash's eyes, and she completed this "extremely high-risk" ritual at her own pace.
But she seemed to be not good at this kind of intimate behavior, and she wanted to seize the initiative. Ash had no choice but to slow down his pace, making this guy with the trashcan constellation suddenly feel an inexplicable sense of superiority - even if the ghost prophet lived for a thousand years, but
