Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Sherlock reached out and pushed down the wall between the two of them.

"Lord Beloved, what happened?"

Outside the house, the clergyman asked.

"It's okay, don't come in."

Sherlock ordered.

He Ling, who was lying on the bed and humming a tune, suddenly sat up and looked at him in surprise:

"Sherlock?"

Sherlock raised his lips, walked to the bed, and asked:

"Did you take a shower?"

He Ling nodded obediently.

"Are you ready?"

Sherlock sat down and raised He Ling's little face.

"what?"

He Ling's face turned red and she looked at Sherlock at a loss.

Sherlock bit her lip and held her gently in his arms.

Breathing and heartbeat were so rapid that the air was hot.

Sherlock was gentle and gentle at first, but as the two of them communicated in depth, he could no longer suppress the throbbing in his heart and began to demand more and more crazily.

The white-robed clergy outside the house stood expressionlessly like guards. They were accustomed to taking their vocation seriously.

Suddenly, they heard a loud popping sound again and asked again,

"Lord Beloved, are you okay?"

The two were about to rush into the room.

"It's okay, don't come in."

Sherlock said again.

The two clergymen looked at each other and suddenly plugged in their earplugs with understanding. See no evil and hear no evil.

This time it wasn't the wall that collapsed, but the bed.

Sherlock picked up He Ling and asked nervously:

"Are you okay?"

"No...no."

He Ling blushed, feeling the temperature of Sherlock's body, feeling shy, excited, and a little aggrieved.

Sherlock wiped the tears from the corners of Heling's eyes:

"If you don't want to, you can stop."

"Ah."

After that, He Ling called for stop several times, but Sherlock didn't stop.

That night, He Ling begged for mercy several times but was ignored.

She finally understood why Sherlock had not allowed her to get under his bed before.

It turned out that what was waiting for her after getting under the covers was such a "terrible" thing.

But Sherlock quickly eliminated Herring's discomfort with the power of the refreshing fruit.

Let her also be immersed in joy.

Sherlock also had a girlfriend in the past world, but he never felt like he was with Herring.

The faint fragrance emanating from He Ling's body and the soft skin made him addicted.

Her voice seemed like a beautiful melody, lingering in Sherlock's heart and stimulating his constant secretion of hormones.

The little deer in He Ling's heart also jumped out, making a thump-dong-dong sound.

In the not-so-spacious dormitory of the church, mushrooms and deer danced gracefully, and a sweet smell filled the air.

There were constant sounds of things breaking and collapsing in the dormitory.

The white-robed cleric swallowed. Is the Beloved demolishing the house?

After a restless night, Herring fell asleep in Sherlock's arms.

According to normal time, it should be early morning now.

But it was still dusk outside.

Mr. Pipisia looked at Sherlock curiously:

"Why is it so troublesome for humans to reproduce? Does it take so long? Host, don't you want to see how many spoils you get from this battle?"

The golden sunshine shone on He Ling's body. She was so beautiful, and her body was like a finely crafted work of art. After being baptized as an adult, she looked even more moving, and Sherlock couldn't help but do it again.

"No, don't disturb me for these three days."

Sherlock replied firmly.

"Does reproduction take three days?"

Pipicia puckered her lips, feeling that Sherlock was bullying her for being a single bat.

"Don't you know I've endured this for a long time?"

Sherlock said honestly that he had not touched a woman since the curse followed him.

Of course, being with He Ling was not because he was greedy for her body, but because he recognized her from a spiritual level.

But once you explore the treasures of her body, you can't stop.

This bone-gnawing, heart-gnawing feeling is something no man can resist.

"So the longer you endure it, the longer it will take to reproduce?"

Pipisia asked curiously.

Its sound woke up Heling. Heling rubbed her eyes and saw a chubby bat staring at her intently. She blushed and hid in the bed.

"Pippi, go back quickly, don't scare my wife."

Sherlock ordered.

Pipisia stuck out her tongue and retracted into the abyss. Now she became a wife?

In the villa, Pipicia swam around in the swimming pool, jumped ashore, and sat leisurely by the swimming pool, flipping through human porn magazines.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, there are so many postures, shouldn't the host learn them?"

After lingering with He Ling for another two days, Sherlock entered the Abyss to check his trophies and data panel.

Level: Rising Star

Title: Phoenix Favorite, Death Row Executor

Skills: Soul Stitching, Demonic Curse, Summoning, Game Perspective LV2, Reversal, Sky Curtain, Power of Faith, Self-Healing.

Stitched Souls: Leah D. Houston, Whitebeard, John

Wealth: 3033 billion

Edible fruits: Shuangshuang fruit, Zhenzhen fruit

Devil Fruit Capacity: 2/3

Air Luck: 100

Talent value: 1405/2000

Dao Strength: 10000

Bloodline: Abyss Tyrannosaurus Hybrid/Ice Snow Dragon Bloodline

Haki: Armed Haki, Overlord Haki, Knowledge Haki

Taijutsu: Navy six

Swordsmanship: Heart-Eating? One Thought of Hell, Three-Knife Style·[-]s of Reincarnations

Items: Green Moon Shadow Knife, Soul Cage, E-126 Glove Pistol, Cam's Eyes, Bone Whip, Stonemancer Cane, Poisonous Tongue, Thunder God's Roar, Healing Heart, Ring of Slowness, Staff of Oblivion, Fur , (a number of materials for various utensils)

Accompanying Curse: Chastity, Modesty, Tolerance

Territory: Taita Island, Island No. 1 of the Chambord Islands.

Sherlock touched his chin. His power level had been increased to 1. The game perspective had also been upgraded to the second level. He had newly realized the three skills of Sky Curtain and Heart Devouring? One Thought Hell, Three Swordsman Style and Hundreds of Reincarnations. Self-healing and the power of faith.

But Shylock has very few believers, so the power of faith is very small.

And she also did a good job in what he had told Baccarat before. Starting from the population auction, Baccarat had bought the entire Island No. 1 and made it Sherlock's private property.

"I did get a lot of materials this time. After making enough magical artifacts, I should be able to sell them for a good price, at least 30000 billion, which is enough for you to open the third door to the abyss."

Pipisia said with a smile.

"The gate of the abyss?"

This was the first time Sherlock heard Pipicia mention this word personally, but why is it the third level?Could it be that I had already opened two levels before?

"The Gate of the Abyss is its name."

Pipisia pointed to the inverted pyramid behind her.

"Didn't we mention it before?"

Sherlock shook his head:

"So, do I still have a chance to change to the Abyss Messenger?"

"No chance, we chose you, not you!"

Pipisia raised her head proudly, and her body swelled, as if it might explode at any time.

"How many levels does this Gate of the Abyss have?"

Sherlock immediately changed the subject.

"Each level of the pyramid is a gate to the abyss. The opening conditions are based on wealth, which has nothing to do with level. There are 10 levels in total. You can only enter the second level now."

Pipisia continued,

"The third level is a pure training space, also known as the Abyss Simulation Training Field. It is very suitable for you who are at a low level to improve. You are still too weak now."