Dragon, dragon, keep your eyes open

The ghost took Chachar all the way through the corridors of the castle, smashed open the door of the bedroom, and threw him into a large bed that could accommodate ten adults.

Chachar was dizzy for a while before he came back to his senses, and the ghost had already bent down to look at him with an unkind expression.

Chachar trembled all over, and hurriedly backed up with his hands on his elbows: "You, what are you doing..."

The ghost sneered, and pressed heavily on a pillar at the head of the bed. The walls of the room suddenly changed. The six walls, the ceiling and the floor became a huge mirror. The mirror was cut and polished very well. The two people on the bed and the big bed are reflected in every detail, which is extremely clear.

Chachar didn't know the purpose of Phantom's move, but his intuition was always accurate. This is the rhythm of bad luck. Hurry up, run away, or you may be severely tortured!

However, how could the ghost let Chachar run away easily? He only needed to stretch his arms and easily took Chachar back into his arms. Looking at Chachar struggling with fear in his arms, the ghost laughed again: "You This half-hearted, free-spirited slave really can't treat you a little bit better, otherwise you will always go out to hook up and cause a lot of trouble."

Chachar hated his character being insulted, and he retorted loudly: "I didn't!" He and Phils were in love, and if they were to blame, they would have to blame this disgusting ghost, who separated them alive, and they didn't know How is the elf now? Is the injury better? The elf must be very sad, and he left him again.I don't know when the next time we will meet.

Seeing that Chachar was distracted, the ghost squeezed his chin hard, turned his face towards himself, and said maliciously: "Look at me! If you keep thinking about that ugly elf in your mind, I will kill him tomorrow." !"

Chachar was taken aback by his expression, he couldn't help swallowing, and carefully observed the ghost's expression, this creepy atmosphere gave him the illusion that he would be swallowed alive... No, no, no ,No!He is a descendant of the great dragon clan, how could he be frightened by a mere undead creature, this is too embarrassing.

Chachar shook his head. He can be humiliated, but he must not let this rude and savage ghost insult the beautiful and gentle Fils, so he summoned up his courage again and said arrogantly: "Don't even think about it, I will never You are allowed to hurt Phils!"

The ghost's pupils shrank slightly, emitting a dangerous light, and the temperature in the whole room suddenly became cold, and a voice like ice slag came into Chachar's ears: "Very good, you are very good Chachar, you have successfully angered me. I!"

Before Chachar could react, he was thrown onto the bed again, and the thin servant outfit he was wearing was shattered into pieces by the hands of the ghost and fell down one after another.Chachar was horrified to feel the cold pricking his skin, and now he only had a pair of underwear left on his whole body!

However, what made it even more difficult for him to accept was that even though he quickly hugged his body, the ubiquitous mirrors around him faithfully reflected his current embarrassment. don't bother.

But he didn't dare to really close it, who knows what nasty things the ghost will do while taking advantage of this.He had no choice but to keep his eyes on the ghost, and said angrily, "What are you going to do to me? You clearly said that you are not interested in my body!"

"Heh, I'm very interested in punishing your body!" A flash of rainbow light flashed in the ghost's hand, and the gemstone staff that had teased Chachar appeared. The ghost drew a few arcs in the air with the staff, and said slowly: "Next... it's time for the shameless slave to be punished..."

After saying this, the ghost suddenly disappeared, and there was no trace of existence in this room full of mirrors.

Chachar huddled in fear. He looked around in fear, looking for traces of the ghost. Where did this damned guy go?

It seemed that he was the only one left in the room, but Chachar knew that he was invisible, which was a unique skill of the Ghost Clan.He must have wanted to attack me by surprise, Chachar became more vigilant, and he concentrated his energy so that he could resist the ghost's sneak attack in time.

Suddenly his back was licked by something, so scared that he quickly ran off the bed, his body and his panicked face were reflected in the mirror, Chachar had to cover the key parts in a hurry.

With a crisp slapping sound, Chachar's little pudding was slapped, he touched the slapped part with his hands in shock and anger, and the exposed little guy was poked by a cold thing again Suddenly, Chachar jumped up in fright.

"You nasty undead creature, I'll give you a good look!" Chacha finally lost his temper, and it turned out that the punishment that the ghost said was like this!He doesn't want to have such a relationship with Rich, and he doesn't love him!Lord Chachar wants to resist, to fight, and he wants to make this lowly ghost pay the price.He wants to accumulate elemental power to completely destroy this room!

Of course Rich would not let him do this, but he just resorted to a little trick to make the weak-willed Chachar fall on the floor with weak legs.

The ghost's randomly bent arms bound his hands behind his back, a whip floated into the air, and then swung down.

It didn't hurt, although the sound was loud, but it gave people the feeling of numb itching, Chachar couldn't help crying out, he looked up at his embarrassing self in the mirror, the ghost couldn't appear with the invisibility technique, It looked as if Chachar was playing with himself alone.

"Chachar, the ceremony is about to begin, don't resist me." The ghost whispered in his ear, doing evil with both hands.

Chachar was simply unbearable, unable to break free, unable to escape.Ghost's skillful teasing made his whole body feel soft and hot, and his heart gradually boiled, trembling as he wanted to greet but refused: "No..."

"Really?" Ghost said jokingly, "But look here, your words are not honest at all."

"Yeah, no... ah..." Chachar's mind was now blank.

The ghost was delighted by his appearance, and couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart.

The mirror is full of Chachar's unbearable images. There is nowhere to hide. He is ashamed, angry, and feels like he is dying.But the bone-biting feeling overwhelmed him like a tide, and there was no general rejection.

"Chachar, look, you always like what I do to you, you little liar." Ghost said proudly.