Void Beetle Evolution Guide

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Elise crawled out of her cellar lair and onto the first floor of the old house.

The black stone walls and empty windows seemed to have never seen any light, and the tattered curtains were frozen by the cold wind howling in the narrow alley.

She passed over the parquet floors, which were scattered with tiles and splinters of wood. The old wood groaned in the cold air, like an old man turning over in his sleep, and the slightest touch would make a twisting creaking sound.

The old house was as quiet as a tomb. The walls were silent and the house's breathing was stuffy. It was as airtight as a cave where plague patients were concentrated, leaving people waiting to die quietly.

Elise climbed up the mezzanine along the walls and grooved pillars, maintaining perfect synchronization between her multiple limbs, but there was no sound of her footsteps, as if they were weightless.

She came to the east side of the old house and entered the library through a tall black door.

Every shelf in the white wooden bookshelf had been emptied violently.

Leather-bound tomes, scrolls, and bundles of loose leaves were scattered on the ground, books with embossed covers and gilded spines were mixed with fragments of ancient scrolls, strange objects were broken into pieces, and statues made of onyx and jade were broken to the ground, all of which foreshadowed the destruction that had taken place here.

Iris once again passed by the books that had become fragile due to the passage of time and came to the innermost black cabinet, which contained the objects Iris brought back from the Shadow Isles, exuding a strange moisture and luster.

The cabinet door had a simple lock. She took out a key from somewhere and successfully opened the pin lock.

"My Lord God, please take your pick."

His eyes swept across a row of very different magical artifacts, and Wild Hunter locked onto one of them at a glance. There was no special reason, he just had an impression of that thing.

It was a covered chalice, engraved with runes and ancient symbols. A faint light lingered around the chalice, as if surrounded by a steaming mist.

"Is this... Lord Michael?" The Wild Hunt confirmed with Iris.

"I don't know its name. I found it by the Wanzai Well, and it's not mentioned in the classification catalog." Iris answered truthfully.

"Of course you don't know, because this is the holy vessel that Viego brought from outside to keep Isolder's body intact. It doesn't belong to the vault, so it naturally won't be included in Thresh's classification catalog." Wild Hunt said: "Speaking of which, Viego personally went out to destroy an ally in order to obtain it."

Legend has it that if you put the Holy Grail to your lips, the wounded will be healed. However, the Wild Hunt thinks this is just an exaggeration. If the Holy Grail was really so magical, Viego would not have gone crazy looking for someone to heal the queen, let alone go to the Blessed Island to ask for the Water of Life.

"Isn't it too foolish to destroy the Covenant Kingdom just for the immortality of the corpse because he can't bring the dead back to life..." Iris pondered, "Or did he foresee that the queen would be assassinated, so he prepared the Holy Grail in advance to preserve Isolde's body?"

"On the contrary, it was because Viego attacked his allies that he was assassinated and his queen was killed. And the reason he did this was simply because he felt that he needed to establish his authority after ascending the throne. He used the excuse of retrieving the Holy Grail to send troops, which was simply whining without any reason."

The kings of Camavia have always been strong and brave. When it came to Viego, he also felt that he should follow the example of the previous emperor and establish his authority with a victory.

But the previous emperors had already pacified the country, and he inherited a strong country. Where would there be any enemy countries for him to attack? Only a god-like person like him could think of attacking an ally.

Iris felt uncomfortable after hearing this: "In that case, is it inappropriate to give the Holy Grail as a gift to Miss Cassiopeia?"

"You mean this thing is unlucky, right? The immortality effect is like cursing someone to death, and it indirectly triggered the subsequent Curse of Ruined Martial Arts." The Wild Hunt smiled indifferently, "There's nothing wrong with the thing itself. Just make a slight modification to the story of Viego destroying a country to grab the Holy Grail in order to save the assassinated queen. I believe Cassiopeia will like its meaning."

"If that's the case, what woman can refuse such a gift? You are so... mean, I will take it seriously." Iris covered her mouth and laughed, and suddenly she was reluctant to offer the Holy Grail. "Since this thing is so precious, can you please do me a favor, Lord God?"

"What's the deal?"

"Allow me to get out of my way first."

Iris left the library with a sweet smile and came to a room with a hole in the roof.

Under the moonlight, the Wild Hunt discovered that this was a reception room with a large fireplace made of gold-veined marble against the wall.

The furniture in the room was upholstered in harmonious draped linen, with long sofas and wide reclining chairs against the walls and extra chairs.

The fireplace hadn't had any smoke for several months. Elise picked up the scattered coals from beside the overturned basket, threw them into the fireplace and lit them. The flames brought a hint of warmth.

After Elise had arranged the scene, the Wild Hunter peeled off his armor and appeared in human form. However, just as he stepped forward to hug Elise, the door suddenly opened.

Ise, wearing a transparent nightgown, walked in expressionlessly, her long brown hair mopping the floor uncut. She didn't choose her footing carefully, and her foot stepped on the rotten wooden floor, which immediately made a twisting creaking sound.

"You asked her to come?" the Wild Hunter asked. It had only been a short time, and he didn't think Isher would come to look for someone on her own initiative.

"I want you to check her learning results first. Come, Ise, this is your master, call him 'Master'."

Under Iris's guidance, Isher said blankly: "Master... "

"Okay, let her go back and rest." The Wild Hunter was not happy with this mechanical repetition.

"My Lord God, don't you think that letting Isher stay here would actually add some fun to the situation?"

Elise did not immediately follow the Wild Hunt's order to let Isser go back. Instead, she shot a flexible spider silk towards the ceiling, tied Isser's wrists behind her back with the other end, and then gently pushed her shoulders.

The Wild Hunt opened his eyes slightly, and the scene before him made time stand still for a moment.

Isser leaned forward, but did not fall completely because the spider silk was not long enough. Her wrists were hung by the spider silk hanging from the ceiling, keeping her upper body leaning forward and her lower body standing.

The transparent tulle nightgown shows off the beautiful curves to the fullest, with long and straight legs, round and firm buttocks, slender waist and bouncing breasts, which are so beautiful.

Right below the hole in the ceiling, the moonlight cast a halo over her, making her skin radiate an inner glow, full of softness and vitality, and as beautiful as a fairy.

Isher turned to look at Iris in the Wild Hunter's arms. Her emerald green eyes expressed doubt through the gaps in her long hair. This innocent look added a hint of inexplicable sin to the scene, making people want to defile this purity.

"How about it... Are you interested? My Lord God." Iris exhaled a sweet fragrance, looked up at the Wild Hunter and asked eagerly.

The Wild Hunter did not answer. He walked straight into the moonlight, lifted Ither's nightgown to her waist, then looked at the perfectly shaped peach buttocks in front of him, took a step forward and placed the hard rod between her buttocks.

It seemed that being exposed to the air in the middle of the night, Isser's smooth skin felt a little cool, which slightly soothed the hard heat in the Wild Hunter's crotch. Then he stretched out his hand again, slid up along her back, reached into her skirt, and turned to the front to knead her surprisingly elastic breasts.

Iseult did not react at all. Her blank mind had never been tainted by any relevant knowledge and was so pure that it was hard to touch her.

The Sword Saint was taller than Kassadin, and her knight-like tall figure was a perfect match for this position. The Wild Hunter grasped her breasts as an anchor, and rubbed her crotch against the flesh. Soon, the fallen princess instinctively increased her breathing and moaned comfortably.

"Perhaps our Iseult can learn how to serve God before she learns to take care of herself." Iris smiled evilly, walked slowly to Iseult, lifted her chin with her sharp nails, and aimed at the entrance of her cave that was emitting a faint fragrance and was dark and warm.

"Come on, stick out your tongue and lick it gently." Iris gave an order to Ither, who immediately obediently stretched out the tip of his soft tongue and pressed against the quietly erect clitoris.

Because Isser didn't know how to tease, Iris kept adjusting the distance between them, so that Isser could stretch out her tongue to just touch the slightly raised clitoris, and the constant touching brought intermittent tingling pleasure. The impact of the wild hunter would push Isser forward, making the touch deeper and shallower, and the stimulation more intense.Mei, I am here. I am free. I am not available. Lin has...

Looking at Isher working hard under her, Iris's slightly morbid desire was satisfied and she felt even happier.

This is the daughter of the Ruined King. He probably never thought that his bloodline would be used as a toy for people to vent their anger.

However, the Wild Hunt stopped at this moment.

"Forget it, let Ise go back." He said with some boredom.

Chapter 196: Can Other Women Do This?

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"What's wrong, Lord God?" Iris frowned and asked in confusion, not knowing why the Wild Hunt stopped playing with Iseult.

"It's boring." The Wild Hunt shrugged indifferently.

He straightened the leaning body of Isser and helped her untie the strong spider silk that bound her wrists. As soon as the latter stood up straight, the transparent nightgown automatically slid back to its original position from her waist.

Not only does Isher have three no attributes, but her body doesn't even respond much. Attacking her is like using a doll, and it will make the Wild Hunt feel guilty for fucking a fool.

He has so many followers to choose from, there is no need for him to choose this novel but not necessarily comfortable experience, which really does not have much romance.

And there was another tough battle coming up, and he didn't want to drag it out until dawn, so he had to finish this one quickly and rush to the second half.

This is the disadvantage of having too many followers. Even if he doesn't need to rest, he feels overwhelmed and can no longer favor them.

"Ise, go and rest." The Wild Hunt patted her butt and said.

"Yes."

Iseult obediently walked away from the two of them, but she didn't seem to fully understand the Wild Hunt's instructions. Instead of leaving the living room, she came to lie down on the sofa, staring at the closet between the two of them, as if the firelight inside attracted her.

"It seems that Ise is not completely ignorant. She also knows that this room is warmer." Iris immediately replaced her and leaned close to the Wild Hunter's chest, leaving marks on it with her sharp nails. "Just let her watch, and let me serve you from now on."

She took the Wild Hunt's hand and walked towards somewhere in the reception room. The Wild Hunt followed silently to see what Elise was going to do.

Stepping over tiles and broken wood, Iris led the Wild Hunt to a black cloth. When she lifted the black cloth, she saw a huge floor-to-ceiling silver mirror, which clearly reflected the two people's appearance.

"Your house is shabby, but this mirror is the only thing that is spotlessly clean," the Wild Hunter commented.

"Because I often use it to admire myself." Iris stood in front of the mirror, looking at the mirror while posing coquettishly with the Wild Hunter. Her seductive posture and every move exuded a fatal attraction. In her heart, her love for herself and her admiration for God were equal.

"Then how are you going to serve me?"

"Hehe." Hearing the Wild Hunt's question, Iris chuckled, "I know a lot of positions, some of which other women can't even learn..."

Elise shot a thread of silk toward the ceiling and hoisted herself up, performing a flawless performance from midair like a graceful dancer swaying with ribbons, twisting and folding her body so much that for a moment the Wild Hunt saw her as a chandelier.

Then she hung upside down and slowly lowered her body in front of the Wild Hunt, allowing her deep vagina to occupy the Wild Hunt's field of vision.

"How about this position?" Iris's charming voice came from below. She reached out and grabbed the root of the Wild Hunter. Without waiting for his response, she stroked it a few times. After wiping off the dust that might be on the surface, she took a deep sniff in ecstasy. Then she stretched out her pink tongue, opened her jade mouth and red lips, and tried hard to swallow the huge stick.

"Swish... slurp..." The sound of hard swallowing began to come from below. The hard and hot object was held in the wet mouth and throat and licked flexibly. The slender jade fingers kept rubbing the flesh bag under the giant cock, and waves of pleasure hit Kuanglie's mind.

"Interesting." The Wild Hunter used two fingers to rub the clam open, slightly lowered his head, and gently sucked the swollen clitoris with his lips.

Iris's whole body exudes a charming fragrance, and the fragrance of different parts is also different. What the Wild Hunt smells now is a scent like a deep valley orchid, which is even more intoxicating than the sweet scent of rose nectar in his mouth.

This position was quite strenuous, or perhaps the wild hunter's dragon root was too hot, and soon a thin layer of sweat appeared on Iris's forehead. Her messy hair was stained with sweat and stuck to her temples, making this vicious beauty no longer noble and elegant.

However, her rosy complexion, her red lips that were exaggeratedly parted and dripping with saliva, and her hazy yet charming eyes all showed that she was enjoying this matter to the extreme.

The Wild Hunt enjoyed the service that Iris provided with her mouth and throat. Suddenly, she seemed to have made a mistake and fell from mid-air, about to hit the ground with her head.

However, it was just a false alarm, and the Wild Hunter did not hear the dull sound of a body hitting the ground. He saw her fall backwards on her back, and the folded limbs on her back opened first, propping up her beautiful body when she landed.

The spider's eight legs supported Iris's body like table legs as she lay in mid-air. She turned head to tail and arched her waist, stretched one leg and placed it on the Wild Hunter's shoulder, her toes teasing the sensitive area below her earlobe, and the entrance to the dark and warm cave was faintly visible at the base of her thigh.

The Wild Hunter subconsciously reached out to grab the jade feet on his shoulder, but the Spider Queen playfully retracted her feet slightly and cast a seductive glance.

She once again shot the spider silk to the ceiling, and the other end was wrapped around her knees, hanging her knees in the air. With the help of her appendages, she also hung her wrists up, and finally folded the appendages behind her, and her whole body was suspended in the air in a bound posture. All four limbs were hung, without any force points, and she looked pitiful and bullied.

"Can other women do it?" Iris raised her head with an effort, her ruby-like eyes staring at the slightly stunned eyes of the Wild Hunter. She was very satisfied with her performance, and smiled proudly, revealing her needle-like teeth, which seemed to be covered with a layer of venom.

The Wild Hunt stood between Elise's legs. Her skin was a dark purple hue under the midnight moonlight, and her long blood-red hair was combed down behind her head, showing a kind of weird beauty. Now her knees were separated at a certain angle by two tough spider silks. The M-shaped open-legged posture made the contraction of the dark nest clearly visible to the Wild Hunt.

This was still not exciting enough for a mad hunter who was looking at all the house plans. What was truly visually striking was Iris's pair of huge breasts that were in stark contrast to her slender figure. She had even used spider silk to stick to her nipples and hang them up, defying gravity and presenting a slightly elongated shape upwards, as if they were under a huge pulling force.

Just like the female prisoners who were humiliated in the dungeon, they looked very vulgar and obscene at first glance, but upon closer inspection one could appreciate their elegance, presenting the wonderful contrast of a fallen noble lady pursuing elegance in vulgarity.

"As expected of an ancient noble, you play with flowers. I'm not being sarcastic... you are as beautiful as a work of art now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wild Hunt inserted his fingers into the dark and warm spider's nest, gently stirring the wrinkled flesh walls.

It was a little dry inside because the Wild Hunter hadn't used his tongue to lubricate it, but the stimulation from his fingers still made Elise shudder all over.Mei I am here, there is no one in the sky...

Her head lost support and fell backwards, bumping into herself in the mirror. The indecent posture of her limbs and breasts being hung up made this shameless monster feel a little shy. Thinking that she was voluntarily acting to attract the Wild Hunt, she felt like a shameless contrast bitch.

What surprised the Wild Hunter was that he only gently inserted his finger, and Iris's body hanging in the air shifted.

If I hit her hard without holding her with my hands, she would definitely swing like a human swing, right? Tsk, this is an experience I have never had before.

Chapter 197 Until the Charcoal Burns Out

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A coal-black night, a waning moon, low clouds, a cold wind.

In the dilapidated conference hall, charcoal was burning in the large fireplace that had not been used for a long time, sending warm smoke into the cold chimney.

The scattered tiles and broken wood on the floor were also thrown into the flames. They once formed the ceiling of this dilapidated old house, and even after their lifespan was exhausted, they were still glowing and heating with their remaining bodies.

The cold moonlight shone through the hole in the ceiling, illuminating the two people who were communicating harmoniously.

The connected movement between each other made time flow again in this frozen cursed place.

The Wild Hunt borrowed some saliva from Elise's mouth for lubrication. The dark and warm cave welcomed the explorer's visit, and tightened the only passage after he entered.

The fiery temperature spread through the narrow channel to her lower abdomen, forming a sharp contrast with the coldness of her skin exposed to the air, causing Iris to tremble all over and get goose bumps in comfort.

The buttocks were hit, and the wrinkles that squirmed and contracted immediately exuded a sticky hot stream, which was evenly spread on the hard and muscular spear to soothe it, and turned into sticky white foam under the friction of layers of obstacles.

She did not suppress her breathing, but arched her back and moaned in ecstasy, responding to the impact of the thing under her crotch, her voice long and gentle.

Suddenly, the Wild Hunter loosened his hand, and Iris, who was hanging in the air, was swung out like a swing due to the impact.

Iris, who was immersed in wonderful pleasure in the last second, felt the emptiness of having her soul and body separated in the next second, and her originally loud screams fell into a low ebb.

Soon her body swung back again, but it was not easy to insert it again by coincidence. The long spear covered with sticky love fluid finally rubbed against the plump little hill and deviated from its trajectory.

"I'm so lonely... fill me up quick!!"

A feeling of emptiness continued to come from between her buttocks. With her hands and feet tied, Iris could only open her eyes anxiously, watching the Wild Hunter's hot penis standing upright in the air, begging him to put it in the right position quickly.

Seeing her hungry appearance, the Wild Hunter once again raised his gun against the already wet entrance of the cave.

He did not rush to go deeper, but first cut off the two spider silks attached to Iris's nipples and wrapped them around his palms several times.Mei I want to Yong Yong is free Yong without Lin You Yong......

Elise's breath caught when she realized what the Wild Hunt was going to do next. She felt a little scared in anticipation, wondering if she could bear it.

"Coming soon!"