Chapter 152 Hypocrisy of holiness-------Ritual depravity
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There are thirteen steps in Rose Temple. It takes a total of 250 steps to walk from the majestic entrance of the temple to the main hall. For some unknown reason, Liu Zhenzhen felt an inexplicable compulsion in his heart.
, try hard to shift your attention to these small details.
The heart in my chest was beating so hard.
The Rose Temple is not as grand as the Beamon Temple. Even entering the Beamon Temple, one must recite the "Song of Psychics" as a stepping stone. It is lower than the level of the Zai Zheng Priest, so one can only watch from a distance, born from the heart.
A kind of humbleness; the Rose Temple is full of calls to the soul, and there is a voice in the dark that always pulls every soul who sees it to admire its glory; and the solemn and oppressive Behemoth
Compared with the temple, the main hall of the Rose Temple is filled with a faint sandalwood fragrance, a maternal warmth and care, which can permeate everyone who comes here, from head to toe.
Extending from the outside to the soul.
In Liu's shocking imagination, the interior of the Rose Temple must have been filled with a smoky atmosphere of obscenity and decadence, full of depravity and decadence, and the naked temptation of the God of Darkness. But when he actually walked into this
When he opened the door, he realized that he had been completely wrong; whether it was the carved oil lamps or bronze statues on both sides of the corridor, there were still traces of splendid civilization and the solemn majesty of the gods, coupled with the soothing scent of sandalwood, and
Nervous people will feel relaxed when they come here.
The leather boots and the bluestone floor made waves of "stupid" echoes. The two zombie warriors walked to an arched door and stopped. A wax-melting demon took over the duty of guiding the way. This wax-melting demon was obviously very good.
Naughty, he turned into Liu Zhenhan's appearance for a while, and turned into a dark elf for a while. The rolling wax allowed him to shape the image he wanted to create, although it didn't take long for him to turn into a pile of wax again.
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Liu Zhensha laughed unscrupulously. He thought it was quite interesting. If he laughed like this in the solemn Behemoth Temple, he would definitely feel a little guilty because of the atmosphere. But here, for some reason, he felt as if he had entered himself.
It feels like home, I can laugh whenever I want, and I feel very friendly.
We arrived at the main hall unknowingly, "May you and the God of Rose be with you forever." The leader of the tour, Zishu Rongyao, said coolly.
The wax-melting demon has the ability to see through people's hearts and can transform into the person they miss most. The wax-melting demon transformed into a handsome young man at this time. There is only endless sadness in the eyes under the military cap.
And indifferent, the seemingly young face is full of the vicissitudes of the world. Just a pair of eyes, already seems to be telling a touching story; a cigarette that is about to burn out by the lips, curling up with inexplicable sadness.
Liu Zhenhan gently hugged the wax-melting demon. If this wax-melting demon could have a pair of eyes that were as sharp as swords in a long room, then Liu Zhenhan would definitely think that he was really standing with his brother again.
"May the light never shine on you." Liu Zhencheng patted the wax melting monster on the shoulder and sincerely thanked this naughty little underground monster.
The wax-melting demon turned into a pile of compost oil again,
"Pu Chi Pu Chi" swayed his body and broke away from Liu Zhenzhen's arms. He disappeared into the darkness behind the door.
Step into the Palace of Hell with one foot and push open the door of right and wrong with both hands.
Liu Zhencheng suddenly saw his brother at this moment. Gu Jing's mood, which had always been unwavering, was suddenly agitated by this change. He even felt a faint dizziness in his head, as if he had been hit hard by the butt of a gun. Although he knew
Even though it was just an illusion created by the mischievousness of the wax-melting demon, he suddenly saw that the world was separated from humans, but it was the relative he cared about the most in his heart. After all, Liu's shocked heart could not suppress the overflow of all kinds of emotions.
Rose's temple is really special. When Liu Zhencheng broke through the faint fog and entered the main hall with an excited mood, the thick stone eaves made a muffled "creak" sound. There was no wind, and the heavy
At the moment when the hundreds of tons of stone door fans merged, Liu Zhenzhen had the illusion that the entire world and the temple were isolated.
The first thing that caught Liu Zhenhan's eyes was a bronze statue of the goddess Rose. The goddess with the head of a human and the body of a spider was submerged in the dim and tired lights, and a light smoke that looked like substance was curling out from its mouth.
Spread out, the two eyes made of gemstones shine with a soul-stirring light on the pretty face, like a lighthouse in the dark, distant, but so clear, they can't help but focus on you.
There is no bones-filled hell here, only a dream-like reality. The dizzy Liu Zhensha stepped onto the thick carpet-like moss in the main hall step by step. He felt that his feet were soft, and he was already drunk when he wrote the book.
With my drunken head, I felt an indescribable feeling of comfort and tiredness everywhere in my body. In the main hall in front of me, which was not very wide, there were no other cumbersome things except the throne and a few purple vines.
It stretched into a tea shelf, and under the numerous fruits, there was a silk swing gently rippling. A side of the slightly peeling wall was hollowed out, turning it into an ancient bookshelf, with old books in stone and bronze editions scattered.
And placed randomly, under the dim lights, eight beautiful elves standing gracefully in the light incense and mist, it is so unreal.
"We have been waiting for you for a long time." Mistress Youyue'er rolled up a fragrant fragrance and mist, and stood next to Liu Zhensha with a beautiful smile. The eight drow mistresses all wore
Wearing meticulous elven dresses and combing their hair in dignified buns, their solemn yet shy expressions paired with ancient Aegean-style evening makeup, the shock to Liu was just like that of suddenly seeing a group of people in China in the 1980s.
An ancient lady as quiet as water.
Liu Zhencheng suddenly felt that he was at a loss and didn't know what to say. This place completely made him lose his ability to adapt. He felt that this kind of scene should only be the ancient scrolls of Qingdeng and Listening to the Rain in the West Window.
A scene that only exists in dreams.
The expressions of the eight mistresses were proud and reserved. Some were holding half a scroll of broken books in their hands, and some were carrying silver hairpins and lanterns. Their beauty and aloofness could wash away any evil thoughts.
But at this moment, Liu Zhenzhen's heart slowly burned with a lust like wildfire. This thought grew from small to large, like a prairie meadow, and quickly evolved into a raging flame;
He couldn't help but have the desire to possess, conflicting in his mind. The king's hegemony, the family, the country, and the world all turned into a pile of clouds dissipating in the wind. The only thing in his mind now was
Her thoughts lingering in her mind were... Possessing these eight proud women! Use their demureness in the most shameless way! Destroy their beauty that can cleanse any evil thoughts to the end! Trample them to the end! Use the most shameless way!
The most disgusting way!
Desecrating the sanctity is almost the most unspeakable dream in every man's heart. At this moment, Liu Zhenshao realized that he was so close to his dream! Even if he just thought that he could sully this noble and reserved lady, Liu Zhenshao could almost do it.
It felt like a hot and raging lava was about to spurt out of his body.
Not only did he think this, but he also did it. Occasionally, a trace of confusion slipped through his mind... Why did I degenerate like this?
However, this flash of clarity was quickly annihilated in the overwhelming flames of desire. Compared with instinct, acquired thoughts, qualities, and morals all seemed so small and easy to forget.
A chase began, and the panicked skylark could never escape the capture of the falcon. With a lewd smile, the falcon approached the Yun Cui who were stuck in a blind corner step by step. The bleak appearance did not win sympathy, but became more and more...
Arousing the lustful animal nature, Fu Liu was shocked and held tightly in her arms the drow matron of Mosuo Asia City, who had an astonishing pair of breasts and an astonishingly slender waist. This matron was trying hard to turn her head. She was delicate and beautiful.
There were traces of tears running down his face clearly. Liu Zhenzhen roughly twisted the beautiful face that was turned away in front of him, fully appreciating the unyielding and struggle.
The light smoke in the main hall became thicker and thicker, and the refreshing and sweet fragrance became even more intoxicating.
The perfectly sewn elf evening dress has become torn apart in the process of tearing, and the soft and attractive chest has always become clumsy due to the shocking size. It's like a
A dam that bursts can only be protected from one end, but not from the other.
"Master Richard, we can talk about poetry first." The drow matron of Mosuo Asia City bit her lip, trying not to let the tears in her eyes overflow, and said to the beast with red eyes with a forced smile.
"We can also study music." Another matron looked at the beast with trembling eyes. Although she was still trying to remain reserved, her pity and fear could not be concealed on her beautiful face.
"Poetry? Music?" Liu Zhancheng had a lewd smile on his face. He hugged the mistress of Mosuo Asia City and sat comfortably on the silk swing under the tea rack. His thick hands penetrated the clothes of the beauty in his arms.
Collar, holding the ball of nephrite Wenxiang, Liu Zhenzhen's big hand that could control the basketball was not able to grasp it all. The rich elasticity made the holding beast feel that he was trampling on the dignity of the world, ravaging
The noblest virgin and martyr woman.
"Can you dance?" Liu Zhenzhen asked with a sullen face as he looked at these disheveled beauties, the movements of his hands becoming more and more rough, and the elf in his arms was snorting.
The painful moans, to Liu Zhencheng's ears, were far more ecstatic than any other sounds of nature.
Several elven beauties avoided the unscrupulous invading gaze, biting their silver teeth and nodding their heads.
"Then let's dance. If you don't dance well, come and accompany me." Liu Zhenzhen laughed and tore the beauty's clothes in his arms into scattered butterflies. The screams and resistance were ruthlessly suppressed.
, the soft and alluring body was roughly laid flat on the swing, like a gangster who broke into a wealthy city, Liu Zhenzhen started trampling the body in the most primitive way, the swing was made of white silk tape
, they are as thick as a thumb. It is a miracle that the extremely strong silk material did not break under Liu Zhenzhen's impact force.
When I woke up, my family members were all completely forgotten inexplicably.
The charming and seductive elf was turned over again, lying down on the swing. Liu Zhenshao, who had changed the rules and gameplay, was now using the most brutal and brutal techniques that he had wanted to try before, but had never been able to achieve.
The way is shown.
The elf's eyebrows furrowed and she let out a pitiful wail, which echoed with the sound of crying. The only thing it could bring her was more violent venting and bestiality.
The swing frame was trembling, and the ground frame tied with silk ribbons was also swaying painfully. The numerous fruits were shaken by the violent vibrations and fell one after another. Each of the plump berries was the size of a grape.
Some fell on Liu Zhancheng's shoulders, and the seeds and sweet pulp burst out. There was a "Bibi peeling" sound, and Liu Zhenzhan's exposed muscles were tingled with a smooth and smooth feeling, and the extremely elastic seeds
In fact, another ding-dong sound popped up in the air.
I don't know when Liu Zhencheng's body was no longer clothed. His luxurious star robe was torn into long strips by himself, and pieces were hanging down. A red dragon tattoo with teeth and claws was still wrapped around his neck and chest. It was dense.
The chest hair makes this burgundy dragon look like a ferocious beast emerging from the grassland.
The intoxicating sounds of silk and bamboo, singing and dancing flashed in front of Liu Zhencheng one by one. He seemed to be able to see it, but it seemed as if he felt nothing. All of this was like a misty heaven, where the free and omnipotent God was present and prepared by himself.
It was the most lustful feast, and he was enjoying it.
The only thing that was clear was the tidal wave of pleasure. It was clear and real. Liu Zhenzhen had never felt so keenly that the pleasure and throbbing could be so strong. The pleasure was so great that he couldn't think of anything, and the looming things in his mind were so intense.
The clarity of the earth completely disappeared at this moment. Now he only needs to enjoy the lubrication and warmth, and let the painful moans and cries for mercy satisfy the intense pleasure brought by the uncontrollable defilement of sanctity. And the graceful singing and dancing around him
, and it gave him an urgent desire to conquer the next one and the exhilarating pleasure that the rape he was about to get would bring.
Impact! Just like when he launched the most fearless charge against the enemy before! Amidst the impact of water splashes that rolled up thousands of piles of snow, Liu shook his head and raised his head to the sky, letting out dull roars and powerful thrusts.
Power. Like a whirlpool in an angry poem or an undercurrent in an icy ocean, it tried its best to extract the ultimate essence of life from his body.
In the face of this twitching force, all men's tenacity and willpower will be given out without reservation like a mother facing her tender little mouth waiting to be fed.
The black hair of the drow elf was caught in Liu's center. With a flick of his wrist, he turned the elf's unique and delicate face. This wonderful face was filled with pain and pain, and the equally wonderful body was covered with sweat and sweat.
Humiliation intertwined. "Use your mouth." Liu Zhencheng moved away and lay down on the swing. His two thick, hairy thighs were spread out casually. With his taut muscles, he was now like a man who had broken through the prehistoric ice.
A beast in heat that escaped from the wilderness.
In fact, just now under the stimulation of all kinds of excitement that is extremely fatal to men, even the veteran Liu was almost on the verge of being unable to control himself. However, this extremely obscene guy is not a person who does not understand life and cannot enjoy it after all.
As a rookie, at the critical moment, his chaotic brain couldn't think of anything, but his instinct in this regard was not forgotten at all.
The hair of the drow matron of Mosuo Asia City was stuck tightly to the corners of her lips with sweat, and her wet body was slim and graceful. As soon as Liu Zhencheng let go of his hand, she straightened up and swayed, sliding her body like a snake.
He collapsed under the Tumi frame, motionless, and his chest, marked with five deep finger marks, rose and fell slightly.
Liu Zhencheng closed his eyes, exhaled and inhaled heavily, trying his best to calm down, and then opened his eyes. His eyes were like a hungry wolf scanning the sheep. His eyes made all the beauties tremble.
It’s really hard to choose. Each of these disheveled elves has such a hot body, every curve is so perfect, and each one’s expression is still so arrogant and holy! Liu Zhensha’s eyes are greedy.
He glanced at the elf women in front of him. He really wanted to crush all these beautiful women and stuff them into his heart to suppress the unspeakable hunger in his chest. In the end, he finally painfully walked away from this group of singing and dancing women.
Among the elves, the mistress Youyue'er of Mosobrada City, who was in the shape of a little bird, was selected. She stretched out her halberd finger and shouted: "Don't hide! Damn! I'll kill you! Come here!"
"I won't... This petite drow slowly walked forward, his coquettish voice trembling like duckweed in a rainstorm.
"Little darling, don't you know how to teach me?" Liu Zhencheng smiled obscenely, stretched out his hand, grabbed the beautiful hair, and forced the seductive little mouth to his crotch.
"Resist! If you don't resist, I won't have so much pleasure!" Lao Liu huffed and laughed intermittently. His eyes widened at first, and the movement of patting the elf beauty's head and pressing it up and down gradually changed from fast to fast.
It became solidified and sluggish until it started to be stroked. A head with soft lines was moving from fast to slow, from deep to shallow. The frequency was like a kowtow machine for oil extraction, with choking sniffles and fuzzy breathing.
The moans accompanied by the teasing of the slender fingers pulled every heartstring of enjoyment in the conqueror.
The mist in the main hall became even thicker, as if it were real. The singing and dancing had stopped at this time. The other six drow matrons all gathered around the swing under the Tumi frame, each with a smile that could not be concealed.
Surprised, he looked at Liu Zhencheng, who was gasping for breath. Then he glanced at the mistress of Mosuo Asia City lying on the ground. The poor mistress was already foaming at the mouth, and another trace of bright red oozed from Jiao Jiang's buttocks.
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"Sure enough, it's a valuable thing." A matron glanced enviously at Mistress Youyue'er, who was busy with her business, and then looked at the semi-shocked demon lying on the ground.
Mistress Soasia glanced at her: "No wonder Helena is working so hard, resisting the intense pleasure while having to act pitiful. It's really hard for her."
"As expected of the owner of a famous instrument who is known as "time cannot buy an inch of gold". The whole ritual is so powerful that he can still persist until now! First, the wax-melting demon transformed into the relative he missed most to disturb his mind, and with the addition of Rose,
The Spider Queen releases "Die Die Fragrance" and "Durex Aphrodisiac Mist", as well as the integrated effect of divine power, plus our performance. Even if we want to let go, he is powerful enough!" There is a master!
My mother also muttered: "He made Helena miserable."
At this time, Liu Zhenshao was completely lost in the process of enjoying the process. He was completely unaware of the comments made by these mistresses on him.
"Even an inch of gold won't do. This is not a battle of the same level at all." Helena, the mistress of Asia City, curled up weakly from the ground, supported half of her body with her arms, and said tiredly: "
He won't be able to hold on for long, and I only used 80% of my "Dark Sucking Technique" power. I'm just afraid that he won't be able to hold on and the ceremony will fail, but it's not a problem to let go like this. Queen Rose Spider has obviously sensed our intentions, "
"Rosemary Spring Fragrance" and "Durex Magic Mist" have become more and more intense. If this continues, even if we don't use the Dark Sucking, he still won't be able to bear it even if he relies only on his own famous weapon."
"If it doesn't work, just stay underground." A mistress sighed, brought two glasses of water, and handed them to Mistress Youyue'er who was busy. One of the two glasses of water was steaming.
Steaming heat.
"I don't dare to use the Dark Roar now, I'm afraid it will kill him!" Mistress You Yue'er raised her head, picked off a slightly curved black hair from the corner of her lips, and took it
He took the cup, looked at the other matrons and sighed, shook his head, took a mouthful of cold water, and leaned down again.
Waves of faint screams passed through the CCP in the temple. The already thick smoke immediately became denser, and it was almost impossible to see the fingers. The lights on the wall were completely blocked by this sudden smoke.
The thick fog closed in.
Boundless darkness fell into the big ship.
"The light shines on you!" A conservative matron who originally didn't think it was possible to complete the ritual of depravity shouted: Queen Rose Spider is really angry! You Yue'er, quickly absorb his essence and forget it.
, stop dreaming about transforming into a night elf and returning to the surface!"
"Huh?" Mistress You Yue'er's voice sounded strangely, "He broke away from me, where did he go?"
"It's useless to break free. Maybe his mind is strong enough. The sudden increase in the dosage of "Rosemary Spring Fragrance" and "Durex Magic Mist" may bring him the possibility of a comeback, but this sobriety
The time is very short, everyone just wait for this beast to pounce. The power of Rosemary Chunxiang will make him find a hole to get in without a woman." The lustful laughter of Matron Helena of Asia City in Asia echoed in the air above the hall.
: "There is no hope! The corruption ritual will not succeed at all. No one can rob it. Whoever absorbs the power of this priest will be at an advantage!"
Indeed, after just a moment, the beast, just as the mistresses said, jumped out of the invisible fog with a wild roar and rushed towards the elves who were waiting quietly.
"Ah~" A scream from someone unknown rang out, accompanied by a cute smile of "chichichi".
"Damn! One more! I want one to drive the dock and the other to push the butt!" Even in this situation, Liu's shocking loud voice did not forget to shout out these things that had long been reflected in the depths of his mind.