NATURAL FORCE
Getting Far.
Meanwhile, in the forest near Mount Ababel, information about the blood contract has been obtained Malika in detail. Your paper says that the contract is in the form of a blue crystal. It is only the size of an adult's little finger and is located inside the middle finger on the right hand of the Mexuca.
"You hear that?" the Inner Malika to the Darkness.
"So, what's your plan?" your Makunamu asked with a warm smile, and slightly stroked Malika's chest spoiled.
"If it is, it is certainly not my move. The Holy Spirit will do it."
"Hmm? What's the next step, if the contract is already in your hands?"
"The Holy Spirit will have me bury him in a secluded place, perhaps?"
"That's too dangerous, Malika. Why don't you just keep it?"
"Yes . Maybe I'll do it. What happens if the contract works?"
"I don't know. However, it can be a very bad thing for your world," your last words stretched out, as a result of deepening sleepiness, "Aren't you exhausted?" continued.
"Before that .." Malika then held your Makunamu, reversing her position to be supine, so she was the one at the top.
"Haha .. what .. do you want to do?" Your laughter laughed amusedly at Malika who had suddenly become a beast.
"You've been making me hard since. Can .. I .."
"Do it .. warm me up, Dark boy .."
The two love each other one night. The moonlight shimmered on the sidelines of the foliage, shining on those who vent each other.
"Smart child .." his sizzle teased, bringing Malika increasingly fall into the realm of women.
The two hips wriggle each other, enjoying the friction on each other's 'Owns. Your two Makunamu legs then start locking Malika, making the game even crazier between the two. The longer, the smoldering feeling the more peaked want to get out.
"Let me alone .." Your words then pulled the 'Train', aiming the shot at his stomach, chest, to the surrounding of his face.
Malika is like she doesn't know herself. His face seemed to melt, to feel the pinnacle for a man, in feeling the inner neediness of being fulfilled.
"Based on the accursed boy" lamented the Darkness.
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Back in the Academy Dormitory. The aroma, now has brought Linanzha into the scope of Atlas and Saosin. Yes, it was a little sharper when they sniffed Linanzha, rather than Axel who was as faint as a grain of rice in a collection of sand. Atlas and Saosin were now right in front of the open-air room of Linanzha.
"Linanzhas? You're always full of surprises. Starting from your heavy and rough fighting techniques, to your Plexus which sometimes exceeds the limits of the body. You did manage to steal our attention. But, what makes you get stuck with this foreign scent? Who always goes into your room?" atlas asked looking suspiciously at Linanzha.
"I only bring girlfriends in my spare time, sir! Not for men!" he was firm, staring straight at the wall.
Atlas then went into his room. He sniffed again in every place, without missing any part. The longer, the more it leads to the bed and stops right in front of the pillow. Atlas then lifted his pillow, until a strange object was seen under the pillow.
"What is this doll? Do you always hug this creepy doll when you sleep?" atlas asked back, then sipped inside the doll, "This is apparently,"
Yeah, that's the real center of the scent. Straw-based dolls, look worn and like homemade, making Linanzha a little surprised, if the object given Malik who became the second search point Lionel so far.
"Who gave you this terrible thing?" ask Atlas back.
"Best friend, sir!" reply brief.
"Where is he now?"
"He's in my village, sir!"
"Huh? Then, why is it that the scent can exist around the outer reaches of the royal wall?"
Of course Atlas's question surprised him. Linanzha furrowed his brows, blinked his eyes rapidly as he stared at the floor, as if he could not believe it all. To his growing worry, Malika felt that she might do something stupid.
"Sorry, Sir. I can't possibly lie to you. He was really in my village. If indeed the scent was around the Kingdom, then it was already beyond my knowledge."
"Does your best friend have natural talents?"
"No, Sir!"
"Linanzhas? Do you want to know the truth?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Either this scent belongs to your best friend or not. But, we did get a trace of its scent mixed with the scent of a monster. If indeed your best friend does not have the talent of nature, why do monsters befriend him? You want to lie to me?"
Either mimic what else must Linanzha look on his face. Six months did not meet, so it sounded bad news. His heart was squeezed, unable to sort out the mystery of Malika who suddenly became the center of attention of Lionel's second.
-FOLLOW ME
