The Swordsman of Bloon

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The bodies of the two young men had been battered. Skin's sagging. Part of his face was peeled off, blood dripping with street dust. Their state is really between conscious and non-conscious. The horse kept running.

The rider of the girl in purple kept on pounding him like an atrocity. After entering the city of Malaya, this girl slowed down the speed of her horse. For Mustika Jajar it is not difficult to find the residence of the wealthy merchant Bergola Mungkur. It has the largest and most luxurious house in the middle of the city.

Mustika Jajar entered the square, then turned towards a fairly wide courtyard. The bagundal merchant Bergola Mungkur immediately locked him up as soon as he saw the presence of this purple-clothed girl. Instead Mustika Jajar arrogantly snapped.

"Exit you! I came here to hand over two rioters to your master!"

At once they looked at the two captives whose hands and feet were firmly tied. While their faces were already unrecognizable due to his injuries which were quite severe.

"Who are they?" asked the head of the bodyguard to be suspicious.

"Don't ask too many questions! Call your master, only to him can I explain who this prisoner is." Mustika Jajar snorted fiercely.

"Can't!" the guard said he was less happy.

"Then you deserve to die!" Mustika Jajar growled. He raised his hands high. It was at that moment that he heard someone's hoarse voice.

"Hold it...!"

The purple-clothed girl lowered her hands, she turned her head towards the voice. Now he saw a man dressed in luxury approaching. The man was about fifty years old. The thick mustache is well preserved. Just look at the girl can see this is the merchant who wants to meet her.

Mustika Jajar nodded with respect. Then, his flirtatious smile expanded.

"If it's not wrong I'm dealing with the rich merchant Bergola Mungkur."

This green-clothed man embroidered with golden thread nodded his head. Her throat rose after seeing the beauty of the girl sitting on the horse's back.

"Your guess is right!" sahut merchant.

"Well, did you see me?" ask the host. Her eyes are***** crawl all over the body of the girl wrapped in tight, translucent purple clothes.

Instead Mustika Jajar even moved his body, to make the sparkle of the merchant awakened.

"I was deliberately looking for you to give up my two nyuk tails who were about to destroy your golden fields on Bumi Ayu. I hope you like to pay a tired wage for this hard work!" said the girl while blinking her eyes.

While the dozens of bodyguards who had locked the girl in purple, have now disbanded and returned to guard in their respective places.

Bergola Mungkur swallowed lip wet. He had three grown wives and children. But as a basket man. Of course he did not waste the opportunity to see a girl as beautiful as Mustika Jajar. Moreover, it seemed that the thin-clothed girl was indeed giving her the wind.

"Regarding the gift you don't have to worry! You asked for sure I'd give it to you in numbers you didn't expect. But I want to know who the two young men you dragged were?"

"Hik hik...! They call themselves the Swordsman of Kuningan. A few days ago your algojom kidnapped the youths of the area. That's why they deliberately came to Bumi Ayu to take back the young men who were kidnapped by your men."

"Puah. They are really looking for disease when they mean to ruin the search for others. If you're on my side. I hope you'll kill him now!"

As a Female Devil From Hell, of course Mustika Jajar was happy to perform the task given by merchant Bergola Mungkur.

"If I had brought him here. Killing humans like cockroaches is not a difficult job!" Mustika Jajar then jumped off the back of his horse. After that he approached Sapala and Panji. By relying on three-quarters of all the power in his hand Mustika Jajar suddenly hit twice.

"Praak!"

"Praak!"

Blood mixed with the brain spurted from the head of Panji and Sapala who was hit by the girl's hand.

The two died instantly without even realizing what had happened to him.

Mustika Jajar stood up. Turning his body and facing directly at Bergola Mungkur.

"How are you satisfied?"

"Ha ha ha...! Of course I feel happy. You do deserve to be one of my right-handers in place of the other two who have died!"

"It's not just being the right hand, I can give you happiness that no one else has ever given you!" Bergola Mungkur swallow. His eyes darted to look at Mustika Jajar as if he never knew boredom.

The female Devil from Hell entered a sufficient room

broad-based. Inside the room were various kinds of delicious food. In addition, there are also some wine jars that smell good.

"Hmm, this house is so luxurious!" said the girl while pouring a wine jug on a pretty cup.

"If you like it, eeh... What's your name...?"

"Call me Mustika" said the girl, then sipped her wine.

"Ah...your name is as beautiful and beautiful as the person," Bergola Mungkur praised.

"If you feel my name fits. Hopefully we always fit in a lot of things" Mustika Jajar blinked her eyes. So as to make the heart of the merchant beat hard and clamps. Then, she moved her seat. So close to the girl, she can immediately feel the fragrant smell of Mustika Jajar's body.

Mustika Jajar gulped his wine back. Her pretty face began to turn red. His eyes also changed. Not long after, shamelessly, this purple-clothed girl leaned her head on the merchant's shoulder. The man of course did not rebuff, it was like he got a collapsed durian. His hands boldly even began to sway the chest of the girl.

"For the touches you give, you have to pay for them with a bag of gold" the girl whispered like a delirious person.

"Eeee. I'll even give you five bags of gold if you want to fulfill my request...!" said Bergola Mungkur with a trembling voice.

Mustika Jajar's half-covered eyes were wide open. But he still did not pull his head from the merchant's shoulder.

"What's your condition? Do you mean to have fun?" asked the Devil Female From Hell smiling cynically.

For him five bags of gold is not a small amount. But to give his chastity to an old man like merchant Bergola Mungkur, of course he had to think a thousand times. If just holding it is nothing. His inner.

"For me to have fun if you want, if you don't want to I won't push" said the man beside her.

Apparently merchant Bergola realized, that this girl can not be made fooling around. Especially after seeing his prowess on the page earlier. If he can use his power. Of course his position as a rich man will not be disturbed by others.

"Then what are your other requests?" ask the girl.

He still let his chest grazed by his interlocutor. Only occasionally did his groaning sound. Especially when the Bergola Mungkur hand squeeze feels harder. Because the merchant did not answer. Finally he jerked the man's hand from his half-opened chest.

"Say what do you want me to get five bags of gold from you?" sighing Demon Female From Hell Seriously.

Before replying, Bergola Mungkur gulped his wine.

"If you can take a beautiful marble statue from the hand of the Kelana Sculptor and hand it to me. Five bags of gold were ready to wait in return...!" said the merchant.

Then he briefly recounted what had happened to him and the tragic fate that befell his men. Carefully, this Demon Female from Hell listened to him.

"Two bags of gold are not few! It would be arrogant if the Kelana Sculptor refused your offer, even asking for the lives of your two right hands!" timpal the girl after she finished hearing the merchant's explanation.

"Indeed the male Kelana Sculptors are conceited! Not only that, he insulted me. If you manage to snatch the marble statue following the life of the old sculptor. Then I'll add one more bag of gold!"

"Hik hik...! Received your offer. I want to leave immediately!" Mustika Jajar stood up. But Bergola Mungkur quickly prevented.

"Wait on! You'd better stay here last night, you've come a long way. Of course you're very tired."

"Not to worry. I know what you want, maybe one day I can show you the beauty of my body in front of you. But you can't possibly have it beyond the limits of holding and touching. Unless I willingly do it!" said the girl with a flirtatious smile.

Bergola's face turned red. But only for a moment, on the other hand when he had changed as usual back.

"Well if that's what you want! A golden gift for you has been waiting here, if you have managed to bring the mar-mar statue here!" Bergola Mungkur reminded.

The Devil smiled. Waving his hand and disappearing from the merchant's sight.

In the front yard Bergola Mungkur still had time to hear the sound of horse steps moving away from his magnificent home.

"If only I could have her body!" The merchant dreamed.

"It's certainly not the only protection I get from that girl. But also the warmth of a young girl!" Bergola Mungkur gulped. Suddenly, his throat was bitter.