"Yes, if you stay in pleasure long enough and your pleasure is strong enough, you can have an impact on the dream weaved by the nightmare succubus and create a private dance that is unique to you."
"This kind of joy is extremely powerful, and most people have never experienced it before, so the nightmare succubi are happy to enjoy it."
"I believe that somewhere among the joys, there should be a private dance that belongs to me, right?" Don Giovanni showed a yearning look, "I hope it can meet the expectations of others..."
"You don't know if you have a private dance?" Li Yue felt that this question was crucial.
This involves whether Okibuji knows that there are demons doing things in his dreams.
"Yes, just like you don't know where you have dreamed about." Don Giovanni smiled, "But people who are related to me, or have a close connection with me, may be invited to go in and have fun."
"This is the erotic dream others have about you."
"You don't want to know what they did in your dream..." Don Giovanni gave Li Yue a helpless expression.
"So, as for which guest the 'Dance of Growth' you are interested in belongs to... I'm afraid you have to ask him." Don Giovanni said, tapping the waist belt of the three nobles with his fingertips.
The one with the sword.
"You are the noble with the strongest mind on that planet. They don't want you to speak, or you will kill them..." Dandan opened the old noble's mouth with a binding thread, and then opened my mouth, full of words.
The other one, Li Yue, was shivering all the time, so he should be a warrior; the one in front, wearing gold and silver, with a fur scarf wrapped around his neck, was obviously not a businessman.
"Don't die, he's still here." Tom called to the old nobleman and forcefully saved me from death.
"Awake? Tell me, he doesn't have any stories?" Yi Jun asked the old nobleman who had slowly woken up.
The eight sons of devil are all very familiar with that light shield, which is an essential skill for the knight's path.
"It's just the Colosseum, and you don't have a cooperative relationship with the small altar. If you don't have any needs for the ceremony, you can't ask the predecessors to provide convenience..." That Oujibu worked hard to improve his own value.
In the end, the soldier's throat was sewn by Dandan, and I no longer had the qualifications to hesitate.
"If it's broken, stop playing. Let's do it together tomorrow." Tom simply sewed off the shadow of the old nobleman and hung it with Ojib, and he would use the staff of deception to cook it tomorrow.
"Yes, your Colosseum once cooperated with Don Giovanni, so you were able to receive an invitation to my private dance..."
Dandan vented his anger on losing his "friend" on the businessman.
At that time, as long as a proper scene is created for Ojibu, he won't be able to pry my mouth open.
The magic of the library is gone today, but it is worth looking forward to tomorrow.
"Wake me up, you don't have many things to ask me." Bie Jian did not answer, but pointed at Yi Junjuni whose eyes, mouth and ears were sealed by the shadow.
Seeing this, magic power suddenly surged under the noble old man's body, opening a light shield.
Okib's family motto is "people are everything".
"Huh? O'Kib?" Yi Jun remembered that this was a nobleman who specialized in slave trading. The eight sons of devils even met my predecessors in Jinshan Mountain.
When Clevney saw that scene, he really had to applaud Hannibal's medical skills.
After listening to Yi Junjuni's introduction, Tom guessed that the owner of "Dance of Growth" must not be the King of the Colosseum.
As soon as Biejian broke his seat, Yi Jun released these flies caught from the "Dance of Growth" from outside the shadow space.
On the other hand, the businessman beside him suffered a cardiac arrest and died on the spot.
"How about it, can those flies brought out from the pleasure room be used?" Yi Jun was determined to ignite the fire of hell karma now.
According to Yi Junjuni, since the person who got the invitation must have nothing to do with Tang Qiaowanji, that noble would be in trouble.
Oujibu's shadow was sewn in the living room of the bone room, and even his mouth was sewn off. The egg was weak and healed on its own, quietly waiting for the torture tomorrow.
Tom also wanted to ask Dandan to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation again, but Dandan hit his soul and beat the businessman's brain into mud, which was completely impossible to reorganize.
"You are from the Ojibu family. Please ask us to do some harm to him." The soldier knew that there was no way to reason with the devil, but he could only talk about the harm.
"Yes." Shadow shook his head, very frankly, "But if you say it, he will die miserably, and die very few times."
Anyway, the merchant has no possibility of letting the library go into debt. It would be bad to die early and be born early.
The old nobleman was a tough guy, and when he saw whether he was going to die or die, he simply opened his mouth, as if he had met Tom.
[Bite your balls butt...Finally it’s useless to ask...]
After all, Beelzebub activated the body cultivated by Don Giovanni and ate part of the Sky Ridge during the feast. Once those two things merged, it would be the dream of the Sack Devil. Whose could it be?
"What's his relationship with Don Qiaowanji?" Tom asked Li Yue's noble warrior directly.
The small altar is also one of the small pillars of the Demon King's City. The owner of the authority is the old goat, who is responsible for distorting human beliefs and some transformation rituals for fallen humans.
I can vaguely tell from the shape of my beard that I activated my original nobility.
Compiling intelligence and analyzing the results...that kind of life involves inviting people with no knowledge.
"Say it, is he going to kill you?" The soldier's attitude was exactly the same as under the long table. He was also struggling with whether the eight demon sons were rude or not.
"Meeting." Yi Jun covered the eyes, ears and mouths of the old nobles, O'Kib and Klefni, and called back the scholar Biejian under the bloody corridor.
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He is a strong nobleman.
"Oh... uh..." the soldier hesitated, his throat was leaking, it was his balls that were being stitched up for me.
Tom and Don Quixote looked at each other, thinking that the Oquib was still a treasure.
"Hannibal is a doctor. Have you introduced him to him?"
"It's very bad. I'll hang on to my life for now, and you guys will interrogate me together tomorrow..." Tom planned to quickly negotiate terms with Yi Junju, and decided my fate with just one sentence.
In his words, Cliveni didn't seem to care about the reality that he would die.
Dandan was still immersed in the anger of losing his "friend" and was always cursing.
The appearance of the three nobles has changed compared to the one on the long table. The guy who originally looked like a noble is now an old man wearing pajamas.
Tom also said something.
Small altar?
"Humans don't fight beasts either..." Tom felt halfway through asking that he was stupid.
The moment the light shield unfolded, the old nobleman hit the bone wall covered with bone spurs in front of his back. His body was pierced by more than a dozen bone spurs, and his whole body hung on the
What's more, these flies are still buzzing outside the shadow space.
I was scared to death.
Tom pulled my body together and asked Dandan to help with stitches and weak "self-healing". At the same time, he also used shadow to separate the blood outside the bone wall, re-infused the old noble's body, and continued blood transfusion.
An aristocrat who specializes in the slave trade is running a show with its own industry barriers. It really fits our family motto.
That's my only hope.
"Damn it, is that the real devil..." Clefney was filled with emotion, "If I had known that fighting with devils was so boring, you would have only pursued physical and spiritual pleasure..."