Since ancient times, people have been divided into beauty and ugliness, but with the changes of the times, the standards of beauty and ugliness often differ.
Sometimes plump is beautiful, sometimes slender is beautiful, but in fact, how many people, how many different beauty methods, each person's cognition, will always lead to a certain deviation to different degrees, but in the end it can be reluctantly gathered.
This is true for humans, and it is also true for monsters.
Even in the eyes of humans, monsters are almost all ugly, but it is only because of the difference in race, which leads to complete confusion from the aesthetic perspective.
In fact, just like people look at other animals, they may feel cute, or they may feel beautiful from a material point of view, but they are not likely to treat the beauty of different races from a physiological point of view.
Moreover, with the different races, certain types of animals are born to conform to human aesthetics, such as rabbits, even if they are the ugliest monsters in their own group, they may be able to be favored and loved by the vast majority of people in the human world.
On the contrary, there are some animals, even though they are of the highest rank in the group, but they are ugly in the eyes of man.
Monsters are an example of the latter, and at least so far, humans have not found any kind of monster that can be called beautiful.
But there is no doubt that within the monster itself, there is an absolute difference between beauty and ugliness, and there is definitely a so-called beauty.
Yarn is such a Peugeot beauty in the world of monsters, from the moment of birth, completely captured the attention of all the monsters who have seen its graceful posture, and has become a well-known beauty, oh no, or it would be more appropriate to call it a beautiful monster.
Beauty with heroes, this is a good expectation in the hearts of ordinary people, but this is not the case: beauties are unlikely to be worthy of heroes, often become the playthings of the bit, and occasionally the lucky ones may be able to take advantage of this to jump into the dragon gate and enter the ranks of the noble.
The world of human beings is like this, how can the world of monsters not be a beautiful monster, yarn, from the moment of birth, no longer belongs to herself, unless she also has enough strength to be able to step on the heads of countless monsters, but unfortunately not.
I don't know how many times she has been tossed and turned, how many times she has been fought for, her strength is not more than the Gathering Spirit Realm, she started with the monsters of the Gathering Spirit Realm, gradually came into contact with the monsters of a higher level, and finally, finally walked to the ranks of the real layer: the Refining Void Realm.
Yes, the monsters of the Refining Void Realm may be nothing at all in the inner and outer circles, but for éi, there is no doubt that they are already the top existence.
At the same time, it is also the heavens of these low-level monsters, representing the supreme lord of their world.
It's like an ordinary woman in the human world, who is looked down upon by the emperor, and yarn is also valued by a monster in the realm of refining the void, and will become the other party's spouse.
From then on, he was no longer the object of slaughter, and entered the ranks of the noble.
Regret not tos, countless tosses, countless times of reading people, yarn has completely understood his fate, never in his own hands, the only relief, there is nothing but death, and now, it is also a good choice.
"Maybe the accident will be a good trust, at least from now on, there will be no more days like this."
Yarn thought so.
I thought about it from the moment I knew I was being watched, and I still thought about it after I was sent into the mansion of the person in place.
Even in the room, silently waiting for the arrival of the monster, waiting for the arrival of the monster that may have to serve for the rest of his life, he still thought of it this way.
There are not many prayers, and there is no vision of life, just some of the simplest hopes.
Waiting, waiting, I don't know how long I have been waiting, and even wondering if it has been forgotten, tonight, when such loneliness will pass, outside the silent door, there is a heavy footstep, which is synonymous with flamboyance and roughness, and shakes the heart.
The door was rudely pushed open, and the figure who walked in was too tall to see the whole appearance, but the other party couldn't hold it anymore, and hurriedly walked in front of him, only paused for a moment, and his body pounced like that, straight and stiff.
There is no intention of struggling, and even very obedient, because there is no room for struggle at all, and even being able to move a little is also the convenience brought by the other party after deliberately suppressing the power.
If you really want to let Sha Chio be naked under the spiritual power of the refiner, I am afraid that I will already die in Huangquan.
Close-fitting clothing is easily torn apart, but the original outfit is worn to make it easier to take off.
The bright scales shine through the dark green dress, reflecting the cold moonlight, outlining a seductive posture that makes people crazy.
"Hey, how can there be moonlight" gave up the veil of struggle and resistance, but began to notice something weird.
Yes, although the door is opened, it is still some distance from the bed, and even if the moonlight shines in, it should not appear on your skin. looked around dimly, but saw at a glance that the patio was inexplicably more holes.
"Hmm" because there is a little less dress to cover, the light and cool lower body, but I feel a little hot and sticky things.
Reading countless people, or reading countless monsters, the yarn quickly reacted, what kind of substance should it be, and a faint disappointment rose in my heart: the whole process was only ten seconds, and it was over before it even started the real behavior.
Even if this is an emotionless experience, such a short period of time may not be able to sustain everything in the future.
But soon, Sasha changed her mind, for she felt something, very hard, and gently pressed against a certain part.
Could it be, this is just the beginning, the night is far from over, although I don't like it, the yarn silently has a trace of anticipation.
But even this silent glimmer of expectation quickly disappeared completely, and in a hazy way, a pair of eyes aimed at her.
It doesn't belong to the place, it's a pair of human eyes, emotionless, looking at a dead thing like a veil, cold and unforgiving.
It was also at this time that Yarn finally realized that the person who threw herself on her side, I don't know when, was quiet.
The substance contaminated with the lower body is also cold at the moment, and under the illumination of the moonlight, it reflects a bright red color, which makes people palpitate.
"Don't scream, I'll leave when I'm done."
The voice of a human being, fortunately, the language is comprehensible and can be understood by the yarn.
Believe it, of course it's impossible, the people are already dead, will the other party let go of himself, the person who has seen his appearance Yarn didn't believe it, she had already seen the sinister of the world, where would she believe the other party's words without any emotion Life can only be in her own hands, this Yarn has known this for a long time, even if it is this service, how can she not have her own efforts Therefore, in the face of the killer who is close at this moment, Yarn made the wisest decision in her opinion, behavior.
Let's ask, what is the most likely action for a dusty woman to take when faced with a situation that wants to save her life?
sèyou, whether in the world of humans or in the world of monsters, this 10,000-year-old routine has never ended.
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Then, as the cold tomb of the ànsh, he found out very fucked that the target of his hunting, the female monster that pounced under him, inexplicably began to tuoyi clothes.
At the same time, he also used those dirty eyes to look straight at himself, restrained and ghostly.
The movements of scratching her head and posing are actually much the same, and soon Leng Tomb understands what this female monster is doing.
At the same time, I also felt a collapse in my heart, and my stomach kept churning, as if I was about to vomit out the corpse of a certain monster that had been barbecued in the woods outside the city an hour ago, due to greed, and the hand that had planned to cut off the head of the person couldn't help but stop, and began to tremble.
This is the fear and disgust that comes from the heart when faced with disgusting things.
But what fell on the veil became the fruit of her actions: behold, the human being was indeed affected, and had forgotten what he had come for, and was even trembling with excitement, but there was still some innocence, and he did not dare to look at her with his eyes.
Some fresh, some excited, yarn has served a lot of monsters, but it lacks a young man with fine skin and tender meat.
Although the person is not a good object, at least, some of the previous actions have slightly aroused some interest in the yarn.
Perhaps because of the ànsh of the cold tomb, the fire was temporarily extinguished.
But now, it is inexplicably again, and it is even more prosperous.
Even forgetting their respective identities, Sha stretched out her sultry hand, dotted with all kinds of beautiful cracks, and gently, probed into the cold tomb of a certain person.
It seems that he wants to use this pair of hooking hands to hook the fire of the human boy in front of him.
The black light flashed, blood splattered, and the hand did not touch anything, because the original target disappeared the moment it was about to touch.
Instead, the young man's back was fading away, and blood splattered all over his body.
As if a basin of cold water had been poured on her, after being doused with blood, Yarn came to her senses and realized what had happened.
The boy didn't kill her, maybe her Youhuo played a role, the other party was too shy, even if he left in the end, he didn't dare to turn back a little, for fear that he would not be able to walk when he saw his half-covered and half-exposed delicate body.
But he still hasn't forgotten his purpose, and the best proof is that he is still on the veil at this moment, the corpse of the person who has begun to chill and has no head.
The person is dead, she is the only one on the scene, and she is still alive, what exactly the consequences of this means, Yarn is clear.
Run, you have to run, or it is more appropriate to say that you run, this is the only choice and the only hope of yarn.
Fortunately, the incumbent has already retreated, and there are no other monsters inside and outside the house, so it is very convenient to escape.
"That's how he came in," Sata thought in a trance, but immediately shook her head vigorously to shake off these distractions.
After all, it was a human being, and it was also the object of the meeting, not to mention the timing of the encounter, which was so bad.
Cross-racial love may be tempting, but Yarn feels that she can't manage so much at the moment, and first overcomes the difficulties in front of her.
At the same time, the cold tomb had already appeared in the grove dozens of miles away, propped up in front of a dead tree, vomiting.
"Vomit。。。。。
Emma's monster,I still want to sèyou me.,Vomit.,No, this ciji is too strong.,I was supposed to take advantage of that time to go ànsh.,It's enough to fuck up.,I was actually given a monster to sèyou.,My God。。。。。
Vomit.....
Leng Tomb felt that his whole body was about to collapse, even if he had escaped and the task had been completed, Leng Tomb still didn't dare to recall that picture.
A man with the stench of decay and a dark green scale of various shapes growing all over his body, each with a clearly visible dent between them, revealing rotting polyps, not to mention various spots growing in some places.
Maybe compared to other monsters, the female monster just now is indeed slightly more pleasing to the eye, but it can't jump out of the disgusting level.
If it weren't for Leng Tomb's good psychological quality, he really doubted that he would have vomited on the spot, because it was too disgusting.
"Anyway, the first goal has been achieved, and there is another monster left to refine the Void Realm.
This time it's relatively fast, just in time for this, alas, although it's not a good thing, I hope the next end can end soon.
Leng Tomb sighed.
In order to hunt this monster, it took a total of two days before and after, which is already considered fast.
There is another end to the completion of the task, plus it may take more time to transfer from the éi organization to the surrounding organization, and Leng Tomb can't help but be a little anxious.
This is a very normal emotion, the sooner we can meet, the more nervous and anxious I feel.
I haven't seen each other for three years, what is the other party like now, what has changed or not changed in these times, whether the past friendship can continue without hindrance in the present, these are all questions that are slowly emerging. is different from Wang Ruochen and the three of them, whether it is Fengchen or Xingcai, they are all companions who joined later, and they are also companions who have acted alone in the past three years.
Maybe you have a lot of confidence in the past, but after all, you can't help but be a little suspicious and afraid.
With this confusion, the cold tomb disappeared into the night, and moved towards the next goal: perhaps there was a little doubt and fear in the heart, but the pace of progress could not be stagnant because of this, otherwise, what was the point of these doubts and fears No matter how afraid of the strangeness that may arise, we still have to meet, after all, this is the purpose of this trip to the cold tomb.
At least make sure that the other person is still alive, even if the meeting is like a stranger, and everything is no longer there, this is also a must.
Under the same sky, in different areas, two different people, when can they meet again Everything waits for the gears of time, gurgling and turning, turning to that moment
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