Chapter 239 Eyes

There was not only Klester in the car. In addition to the driver and the personal guard sitting in the cab, there were two young and beautiful girls. They were almost wearing very little clothes. Their concave figures were fully revealed, and their wheat-colored skin was smooth and delicate. They lay docilely and lazyly next to Klester like kittens.

They are all gifts given to Kleist by Bergson. Like all institutional forces, the Luton family will also select training masters from slaves to train, teach them how to use their bodies and pleasing men, use charm and skills to satisfy men, and keep them healthy until they become adults. In the end, they will become gifts that can be used to exchange interests or win over goals.

"Your Excellency, it is a big city that has just emerged. The defense is very tight. According to the information obtained recently, they have not many parasites, with the highest level not exceeding five stars. The city is hung with the logo of the Skeleton Knights. As for Boris and Lord Brooke, there is still no news so far. Many people know that the last time the convoy was trapped and turned to the north to leave. But none of them saw the two adults leave with their own eyes."

"So, Bergson didn't lie."

Klester nodded with a focused expression.

"Your Excellency, do you need to have the next contact with the city controller?" the middle-aged man on the screen asked with a respectful expression.

"No-"

Klester said coldly: "I want to meet those guys myself. If they are smart enough, it's better to tell me honestly about Boris and Brooke's whereabouts. Also, you can leave now and return to the headquarters to call the slave-capturing troops. The northern mines require a lot of people. They will be very happy to pay for these 100,000 people."

Hearing this, the man on the screen looked a little hesitant: "But... this city seems to be under the jurisdiction of the Skeleton Knights. Once an attack is launched... well! That, I mean, if it is, it is likely... it will evolve into a total war. With our strength..."

"Those damn black skeletons have long been unable to take care of themselves. The Northern Church has launched a full-scale attack on them, and even if the Crescent City receives a call for help, there is no extra force to send out. We can swallow the city without panic. Of course, it depends on what they did to Boris and Brooke. If my son is still alive, they can become slaves alive. If Brooke suffers misfortune... I will make them regret it and become humans in this life-"

The worries that had been wandering deep in his mind made him feel inexplicable fear. It was not because of the potential opponent, but because of Brooke, his only son who had long disappeared.

Parasites have extremely strong physiques, and they can maintain surprising durability in terms of fighting or women. Surprisingly, Klester's advantages seem to be concentrated on improving his strength. He has reached the peak of the Nine Star Parasite and may evolve into a stronger parasite at any time. In comparison, his ability in fertility is really not a compliment. Unlike those stallion men who have given birth to a bunch of stallions, over the past few decades, he has only successfully sowed Brooke alone. He also wants to try his best to change this embarrassing situation and prove that he is much better than other men.

Klester's heart became more and more confused. Worry, anger, worry, gains and losses... All kinds of emotions flocked in, filling the entire thinking space with no gap at all. As for the calmness that should have existed, it was completely expelled.

Not afraid of the Skeleton Knights is just an excuse on the surface. The cooperation between the "Claw" company and the "Sword of God" is far from so close. The advancement of the Northern War is far less than as optimistic as he said on the call just now. However, Klester must find enough excuses for himself to convince his subordinates. There is no sufficient reason, and no one will follow him to provoke the Skeleton Knights.

No one does anything to die.

Klester, with an indifferent expression, took the cup of wine from the girl beside him, pondered, and slowly leaned to his mouth. The cup had been tilted, and the moment when the red transparent liquid was about to slowly pour into his mouth, he seemed to remember something again and gently placed the glass on the coffee table next to him.

"If I can't become an outstanding leader, I should at least be a qualified father. Mom is going to be a slut, that's my son...my only son..."

Kleist murmured, and a fierce and fierce light flashed in his eyes. He grabbed the beautiful long golden hair of the girl lying on his left leg, pulled it hard in front of him, staring at the exquisite, painful but desperately releasing a seductive and charming smile. After looking carefully for nearly five minutes, he stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the smooth and tender facial skin like porcelain.

Suddenly, his left hand relaxed, and the girl's head fell backwards, but was held from the back of her head by Klester's five fingers. His hands were very big, and he held the girl's cheekbones from behind like steel claws. At first glance, it looked like an alien octopus stretched out all tentacles and tightly wrapped around the human head.

The girl didn't understand what he wanted to do. Although she was filled with fear, she had a charming smile of compulsory calm on her face. This was also the imprint that was deeply engraved in her mind by being whipped and beaten during training - "No matter at any time or anywhere, she must obey the master's orders unconditionally. With a smile on her face, let the master be satisfied."

"Click—"

The tempting smile instantly frozen on her face. She clearly heard a terrible bone crack sound from the inside of her cheeks. The focus of her eyes became blurred and confused. The girl subconsciously touched her face with her hands, but was extremely frightened to find that the originally hard cheekbones had broken apart, and the tight flesh was completely soft. Even the tongue in her mouth could easily touch a piece of hard objects scattered from the internal muscles. The severe pain was accompanied by a little terrible numbness, but the facts clearly told her that her face had been crushed by the whole body.

...

Amid the roaring engine, large clouds of thick black smoke spewed out from the back of the car. They enveloped the naked girl and were quickly dispersed by the whistling cold wind. Soon, on the muddy road, there were only a few deep and concave ruts left, and excitement gradually came from the wilderness. The dim corners covered by the withered yellow bushes also slowly highlighted a green light emitting the breath of hunger and cruelty.

Bite, run, scream... The girl's miserable scream suddenly broke out and disappeared quickly, as if something was blocking her mouth. Only the beast was swallowing pieces of meat with big mouths, and the sound of chewing bones echoed in the wilderness, floating under the dull and dark sky.

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The light gray stockings cast a warm luster on the legs and outline long and smooth lines. The pointed black suede high heels are gently picked up on the toe. Against the round ankle bone and heel, it looks more like a prop just for temptation.

Ying Jia sat next to the luxurious oak round table, lifting his right hand in an extremely cute position, supporting the round lower pendant on the back, and shaking his left foot, which overlapped on his right leg, was quietly staring at the opposite side.

There, there is also Ying Jia who maintains the same sitting posture, just as beautiful and full of temptation.

A gust of wind blew out of the window, shaking Ying Jia, who was sitting at the table. As the wind grew stronger, her whole body and the scenery around her were suddenly lifted up, revealing a tray lined by a wooden board and inserted into the back of the dressing mirror as a frame.

Shaking his head, the real Ying Jia stood up next to the table, closed the open glass window, and calmed the chaotic room again, and then slowly sat back on the chair.

On the table, there was a bunch of small yellow flowers baled with grass leaves.

This kind of thing is not a new thing. In the wilderness of spring, many plants have sprouted new buds and bones. At this time, Lin Xiang will always pick a handful of them from outside the city, fill them with clean clay pots with clean water, and place them on the head of his bedroom bed.

Ying Jia is very sure-the little yellow flower in front of him was not written by Lin Xiang at all.

It is not neatly picked, very messy, and even with scattered soil. Lin Xiang never makes such a mistake. The flowers he gave him were cleaned very clean, and the roots were carefully trimmed with a knife, and the cuts were flat, making it even less likely to contain mud.

The most important thing is that the grass leaves tied to this bouquet of flowers are completely different from Lin Xiang’s usual binding techniques. Ying Jia has carefully observed the man she loves deeply and memorized every detail of Lin Xiang. She could not make mistakes in this regard, and Lin Xiang would not suddenly change his fixed habits.

Obviously, another person was sending this bouquet of flowers.

It is placed in front of the gate of the official residence, and you can see it at a glance when you open the door in the morning.

Lin Xiang has left home to Emma City since last week. Ying Jia doesn't understand who would do this.

Not every woman likes flowers, however, many women have no resistance to the bouquets delivered to them. This represents admiration and admiration from the opposite sex. Although it is not necessary to accept this feeling, when holding a bouquet in her hand and being stared at by countless envy and jealous eyes, a woman's vanity will be unprecedentedly satisfied at that moment.

Without wind, the mirror opposite returned to its original angle. Ying Jia's skin is as charming as silk satin, and the body curves have the capital to make any man's mouth dry, especially his face, which is as beautiful as delicately carved clean porcelain.

Men like beautiful women. Every time they go out, Ying Jia can feel the envious, eager, crazy and intoxicated eyes projected from all directions and gathered on him. Taking his identity and status, they dare not have any practical actions on themselves, but they can think a lot in their minds.

Ying Jia understood that except Lin Xiang, she would never fall in love with the second man, and she would not be able to accept anything given by a man other than him. No matter what the meaning of the gift was, she would not want it even if it was stuffed into her hands without Lin Xiang's permission.

Thinking of this, Ying Jia shook his head gently, stood up, picked up the flowers placed on the table and threw them into the trash can in the corner of the wall. At the same time, his left hand gently stroked the silver chest pendant hanging around his neck. A sweet smile slowly appeared on his face, which was already a little cold and chill.

On the surface, this chest pendant was nothing special. If you press the buckle to open it, behind the two people's photo, there was a thin capsule about one centimeter in diameter. As for the contents inside, it was a drop of blood poured into it in front of her.

Ying Jia firmly remembered what he said to him at that time.
Chapter completed!