Chapter 429: 8. The Knight of Albion (20)

Morgan's behavior clearly violated the rule of "do not kill opponents." Even if Salome didn't even lose root hair, it can only be said to be an attempt to kill, and there is no essential difference from killing.
The referee ran in small steps, preparing to separate the players, and declared that Salome won.
Before he was ready to do so, the black with blood red halo quickly magnified in front of his eyes.
"It's a bit outdated to declare victory now?"
"Wh..."
It was too late to understand the whisper of the other person's coquettishness, his chin was resisted by the nails with the same shape, sharpness and blade, and he was forced to tilt his head back.
"No, my training has just started, and the audience is far from having fun. How can the training show that so many people look forward to, let it end now? Is this still ridiculous?"
The charming voice crawled into the ear, paralyzed thinking, and wanted to say something, and the tongue did not listen.
The situation is obviously not right, not to mention the parties, even the audience found this. The man who can serve as a referee feels abnormal but cannot point out that it is difficult to even establish it as a question.
The smile in front of him was clearly kind and gentle, but the cold and tingling touch was revealed, ah, no way-
The referee's eyes tranced and heaved a heavy gasp, his body trembling like an illness.
"Will you do it for me, this little thing?"
Regardless of his competition or foul, I just want to... want to lie on the ground, kiss her toes, and wet the shoes with your tongue and saliva...
"Very well, now, I want to confiscate my right to withdraw from the game early."
Gently out of breath, the breath filled with temptations and temptations poured into the nasal cavity, the man's only sense of reason collapsed, and his cognitive world was instantly rewritten-
"This is...how...!!!"
The excitement of Niederhogger circling on the field was similar to the crackling sound of burning charcoal. More than half of the spectators (all males) breathed heavily, and the slurping "gurgling" sounds continued. Many female spectators covered their faces and secretly peeped through the fingers.
No one cares about the anomalous situation of the explanation, everyone is staring at the Salome and the referee in the middle of the stadium.
Once and for all. One woman and one man.
Salome stood majestic on the ring. That careless figure permeated the queen's temperament under the dominance. Black leather shoes stepped on the face of the referee lying on the ground, and the heel was poked on the tongue.
...
The audience was speechless.
The genuine "Sm Queen Show" without any moisture.
"Just now, just now..."
The man stepped on his feet spoke into the microphone while panting estrus.
"Just as Morgan's attack was not a foul, the game continues—"
In this case, the words can be made clear. I really don't know if this is the power of color teaching, or is the referee's physique developed to cause super evolution?
"That's it."
The leather shoes were removed from the referee's face, and a foot was lifted. The adult male's weight of 6,70 kg was regarded as nothing, and he kicked the referee like a dead dog. The witch turned her face back to her opponent.
"This contest is not just a contest between magic and strategy, nor a life-and-death fight that must be hung up by one party. Gamble on what you have learned in life, the efforts so far, the expectations and honors that you bear, and even the future full of possibilities Only the side that shakes more will win, deprive the loser of everything, even the personality is completely smashed, from severe to severely masochistic, and completely reduced to the winner's belongings... this is not very good What?"
"What is it?"
The brain plasma was turned upside down. The chin fell to the ground on the spot, and Roland's shouts were overwhelmed by the appalling waves of cheers.
For civilians lacking entertainment, ordinary games have long been unable to meet their stimulating needs. Those with a little bit of color, who walk on the edge of morality, are full-hearted and virtuous. !
The hats, canes, and gloves are flying all over the sky. The whimsical whistle is called whistle, and the audience with a lot of adrenaline is offline! !
"sorry."
Salome said lazily. The three "black dog beasts" got up, a deep grunt in their mouths, and red eyes stared at the foreheaded Morgan with cold sweat.
"Let’s continue with the training. Although it’s the first time to do this kind of thing, the little girl learned from the teaching materials like "Dark x Bible", "Night x Sickness Building", "Jiang x" Some experience, just... Since this is the first time, you don’t need to start with the ordinary gameplay. Ah, don’t worry, it won’t be powerful enough. In the future, you can’t use your fingers to satisfy yourself. A little problem None at all."
Is it okay to say this kind of scalp numbness where there are children?
"you this……"
Morgan was pale, and his backward body stood on the edge of the ring, unable to take a step back.
She desperately wanted to quit a game that was hopeless to win. Even if the referee declared the foul invalid, Morgan could still concede defeat by jumping out of the ring, but as Salome announced, the right to quit the game was denied.
Enchantment.
A large number of improved versions of "barriers" are used to build the iron walls that cover the ring. Its hardness, toughness, and ability to resist foreign thought intervention have been greatly improved. Whether it is by physical means or surgical intervention, it is by no means a breakthrough in a short time.
When Salome performed a live-action stomping show, Morgan had already tried to destroy this enchantment. Based on the outstanding magic talents, this thing is entirely possible. But after successive defeats, the trump card was taken away. Morgan, who was always easily pressed against others, faced a dilemma for the first time, which made her unable to get rid of panic and unable to concentrate on solving the barrier.
The only chance to escape was missed, and the red-haired witch paced with the dog with a grin.
"Can't wait? Are you looking forward to it? Severe sadism, well, it should be changed to Severe sadism."
The gentle words like singing poems sounded like death sentences in Morgan.
"Go~EbookFREE.me~Hundred Nights~~~?"
"Oh--!"
There was a lovely scream of spitting rice, and the dog dragged the flames like a haraz, and the nightmarish screams and the audience's uproar...
Fifteen minutes later, Salome sat in the rest area, plucking her hair happily, and slender beautiful legs rested on a smooth and round ass.
"Come and tell everyone, who is your master?"
"Of course, Master Salome."
The buttocks are neatly written with the words "meat toilet", and the naked Albion female magician lies on the ground like a bitch. Only the latest phantom magic "mosaic" covers the key parts of Morgan's face. , As if licking Salome's shoes with his whole body.
"End of training~~~~?"
Carrying black tea, Salome grinned, and Roland and Gloria shivered together. (To be continued...)