Rebirth of turning waste into treasure

Fisslar knew the difference between himself and the female a long time ago, when he was still young, when his parents were still there, and when the Weirs were not so chaotic.

Because of her pretty face and slender figure, she was easily mixed into the ranks of females by the Weir people. When she was young, even when she went out, she would try to cover herself as tightly as possible.

Not afraid of being harassed, just purely to avoid trouble.

The Welsh people value strength, and the nation is warlike. Even marriage is a bloody journey, overcoming thorns and thorns, not to mention plundering. Therefore, even though the number of females is rare, they are not protected as honored guests. Speaking of it, at best, those powerful Weir people can take out the spoils to show off to others.

He was raised as a leader of the race since he was a child, and he grew up in the constant killing of his competitors. Fislal never imagined that one day, he would be betrayed by his own elder brother...and thus become a prisoner and a prisoner of the alien rebels. plaything.

"Fislaar, don't blame me." Feislade stood in front of him, ignoring the group of colluders who were smiling evilly behind him, and muttered to himself.

The man didn't lift his eyes, and he didn't say anything to the traitor.

"Still so proud..." He heard Fislaide continue, "You are too strong, Fislar, too strong to be out of our control. It's a pity, really, I feel sorry for you."

The man is noncommittal about this, the mentally retarded declaration is just a ridiculous excuse, it's just treason, so there's so much nonsense, since you dare to do it, why bother to quibble.

As Feislade talked, he felt a little boring. This younger brother is good at everything, but he is too cold, and always looks indifferent, and it is impossible to see what he is thinking.

I heard that when people are in severe pain, they will be slightly moved.

Fitslade picked up the soldering iron next to him, and he could feel the scorching heat just by approaching the red-hot material. He walked up to the man, squatted down, and aimed at the white and smooth part without mercy. pressed the soldering iron to the base of the opponent's thigh.

The smell of some kind of fresh meat being roasted and burnt spread to the tip of his nose, Feislade shrugged his shoulders, and took a deep breath, what a sweet air, he pressed his wrists hard, making the smell more intense.

The man frowned and said nothing.

Feislaide looked at the alien traitor behind him with some displeasure, "You have been playing for a while, why are his bones still so hard?"

"Hehe, Lord Faithlade, the more mellow the wine, the more fragrant it is. Good things naturally take more time. When they are cooked enough, they will be the best delicious food. There is no need to rush."

"...It's up to you, anyway, I won't come in person again, remember the covenant between us."

"Please rest assured, taking time out of your busy schedule to come here is enough to show the sincerity of the nobleman, and I will definitely not let you down." The man known as the alien traitor bowed, but his face was neither humble nor overbearing, with a trace of The extremely faint smile made Feislaide feel icy cold.

He is really a terrible guy. I don't know if there is anyone in the foreign race who can resist such a traitor. He sneered in his heart, there should be no more, so that he can relax a little and concentrate on unifying the power of the Will clan.

He kicked the deeply scalded part of the man just now with his toes, and used the spiked protrusions on the tip of the iron boots to cruelly hook the piece of flesh, and directly tore it off.

The man gritted his teeth and snorted, but his face was expressionless.

This sound was enough to make him happy, Feislaide smiled happily, raised his foot, and continued to wantonly crush the bloody part. Unfortunately, now is not the time, otherwise, he really wants to try it. The smell of this person underfoot.

The toe of the shoe with the flesh and blood on it slowly went up along the opponent's chest, tore off the clothes that had been beaten to pieces, trampled over the bright red bump, crushed the fragile neck, and then lifted up That pointed chin.

The star-like eyes can arouse the tyrannical desire in my heart. Feislaide stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. He looks so female, maybe his body is similar. , it’s better to check it carefully, this is also a manifestation of seriousness and responsibility.

"Your Excellency, it's actually still early. If you want to relax, it's enough." The alien traitor saw this, but after speaking, he pulled up the curtain neatly and stepped aside.

Because he is in the prison, he can't go out alone first, this curtain is the filial piety below.

Facelade nodded, and praised through the curtain, "You're not bad."

Looking at the man whose limbs were restrained, whose body was stretched to the extreme, and allowed to do whatever he wanted, the mottled bloodstains on his body looked even more seductive, and the temptation of blood continued to stir up the sweet fragrance in the air. Feislaide felt that the following Suddenly his blood surged up, he had never found this younger brother so attractive before.

Really should have found a chance to enjoy it earlier.

The man looked over faintly, with an irresistible posture, but there was no fluctuation in his eyes. With a sullen face, Feislaide carefully observed the chains that imprisoned the man's limbs, making sure that they were very firm and reliable, and then revealed He gave a satisfied smile, "Fat and water don't flow to outsiders' fields, brother, I think you can understand my love from the bottom of my heart."

The monkey hurriedly took off his shirt, and Feislaide scanned the man's body exposed to the air with his aggressive gaze, swallowed involuntarily, and touched the root of his thigh, the burned part with his hand.

The nails were inserted into it fiercely, feeling the slight trembling of the magnificent body under his hand, a certain kind of morbid pleasure spontaneously arose, Feislaide closed his eyes, and let himself be intoxicated by it, the other hand has already begun to reach out to the opponent's between the legs.

There was an imperceptible sneer at the corner of the man's mouth, his right hand suddenly disregarded the shackles, and punched Feislade to the opposite wall with a punch, and the curtain in the middle was lifted by Feislade's flying body, After the curtain fell to the ground, the surprised expression on the face of the alien traitor next to him was clear at a glance.

After the shackles were pulled away at that moment, they bounced back again. The man's right hand was slammed against the stone wall, and the flesh was immediately bloody. The texture of the wrist was even broken, exposing the white bones.

The foreigner withdrew the surprise on his face, first stood and squinted at the man with cold eyes, and raised his eyebrows with a little interest, which was a bit interesting, it seemed that he was somewhat similar to Lan's character, revealing With a satisfied expression, he strode over to confirm the life and death of his allies.

It's not that he wants to cooperate with this Welsh man named Fislade, but he is obviously arrogant and has a limited IQ. He is easier to control. I heard that there are other forces behind the other party, and it seems to be involved Some kind of scientific research institution, but it doesn't matter, as long as...you can let yourself have a little, satisfying imagination, that's enough.

The thought of being able to throw the man who has been pressing on top of her to the ground fiercely, put it in her arms and play with it at will, spoil it wantonly, wake up and take over the power of the world, and lie drunk on the lap of a beauty, this is the essence of this journey. end.

He looked at the man who had returned to silence after the outbreak. As for this, it was just a small adjustment during the journey. It was better than nothing, and it would be good to make himself comfortable after being tired.

"Lord Feislaide, are you... all right?" The alien traitor bowed his waist and looked down at the Weill man.

The tip of the nose has been directly smashed, almost all the teeth in a mouth full have fallen off, and the hollows on the face show signs of cracking in both eye sockets. Feislaide whimpered and couldn't make a sound, and stared at the ceiling helplessly. , the corner of the mouth is still hawed, the impact just now may have hurt the head.

Without stepping forward to help Feislaide up, the alien traitor shook his hand and called someone to ask them to send this stupid representative of the Welsh back, explain the reason, and express their firm position, hoping to send another A suitable person comes over.

As for the man who hurt Feislaide, he will punish him well, and won't make things difficult for him.

After the confession, the foreigner turned around and took out a tube of injection from his arms. This was a long-prepared item. It was originally intended to allow Feislade to enjoy the attractive scenery together for a while. Nothing compares to it. It is even more exciting to force such an arrogant man to frantically beg for mercy.

It's a pity that that idiot doesn't have this good fortune anymore. He quickly inserted the syringe into the man's arm, slowly pushed the liquid inside, then pulled out the tip of the needle, discarded it aside, ordered someone to bring a chair, and he just stood there Sitting in front of the man, drinking hot tea while waiting for the night to come.

Fisslar didn't know what that liquid was, but he could feel the inexplicable excitement in his limbs and bones. The shameful part began to wake up slowly. His body seemed to be longing for something, as if being gnawed by countless steel ants. The bitten skin would tremble even if it touched the air, let alone leaning against the cold and uneven stone wall at this time, the alien traitor had used various tools on his chest.

After clipping the tenth clip, the traitor of the alien race made a lot of his masterpiece, squinted his eyes, thought for a while, changed the positions of several clips, and replaced the largest one on the protruding part of the man's chest. Two clips, only then smiled slightly, stood up, and pulled out a thin leather whip. The barbs on it were not obvious, but they were very tough.

One big clamp was pulled out with a whip, and the man's body couldn't help shaking violently for a moment. After the other party endured it, he continued to whip off the rest of the clamps one by one in an orderly manner. None of the steel needles that had passed through the skin were removed.

It is for decoration, and it can be left for a month. He didn't touch the man's back. He waited until the man was willing to ask for forgiveness and took the initiative to lift his butt. He had patience and time, and waited slowly. .

After all, it is used as a substitute for Lan. If you go straight to it, there are many Weir people with good-looking appearances, and even female bodies. The pleasure of being one's own slave.

This potion will never let me down.

After a whole night of torment, the alien traitor twisted his waist and left contentedly. Before leaving, he did not forget to turn his head and say, "Baby, remember, my name is Ming, your only master in the future."

Fisslar glanced at him with an indifferent expression. In the end, the alien traitor seemed a little unhappy and left. It must be even worse tomorrow.

He moved his limbs, and his finger bones were shattered. It may take some time to recover. There is only one small window in the cell, and the light from it is very dim, but it can still let in some air.

The long night is still far away from dawn.

"You're awake." A cold voice sounded, not as magnetic as a foreign race, nor as delicate as a female.

Fisslar opened his eyes, and the restraints on his hands had been replaced with softer and somewhat loose cloth strips, perhaps because he was not sure about his identity, so the female of the alien race in front of him looked a little cautious.

The other party poured water on the white cloth in his hand, and after wetting it, he wiped his body carefully, with moderate strength, and the water was still warm.

He looked at the female body, who happened to raise her eyes. There was no distraction in those clear eyes, and her thin lips moved slightly, "My name is Qi Jun, and I am the commander of the Fourth Alien Legion."

The other party looked at the various scars on his chest, but there was a bit of pity in his eyes.

"Hold on." Qi Jun held his breath, and with his hands, steadily and quickly pulled out the steel needles that pierced the man's body.

The black blood brought out gave off a stench, which was a symptom of the wound rotting for a long time. The female cursed the bastard secretly, but tried to maintain a gentle expression on her face. Now the prisoners of war need a quiet and comfortable environment, and they cannot be stimulated That's good.

A female body, but is it the commander of the legion? The man's expression remains unchanged, and the opponent's body is straight and well-proportioned, which can indeed be seen that he has received good training.

Then Qi Jun told the Welshman that they would bring Ming to justice and wanted to cooperate with the man to prevent the outbreak of the war between the two clans.

Fisslar didn't give a reply right away. In fact, he didn't say anything. After watching the female body silently, he didn't rush. Instead, he continued to bandage his wound and healed it bone.

The man didn't expect that even at night, when the poison broke out, the female body would stay by his side...and even touch her hands.

Qi Jun took a deep breath, held his hand somewhere on the big part of the body, stroked it up and down, and finally said, "It's a bit hot."

Fisslar felt that this female must have been raised as a foreigner when she was a child.

Later, it was done smoothly, and Qi Jun was not limited to only touching between the thighs. He took into account the two bright colors of the chest, as well as sensitive parts such as the waist, collarbone, and earlobes, touching up and down. , and squeezed the fingertips for better stimulation and to speed up the volatilization of the poison.

Fisslar felt that he could endure it before, but recently it seemed to be more difficult.

Where did this female come from to think that it would be better for him, a female, to do something to him like this, than to let himself be alone with a pure heart and asceticism.

It wasn't until Qi Jun looked at him with sympathy, and claimed that he would take good care of him, and after a while, even said that he would help find a good foreigner for him, that Fisslar had to admit that the other party had been working for many days. After contact, she still regards herself as a...female.

Or the kind that suffered and was brutally abused.

In fact, apart from being drugged and criminally used, the man doesn't feel that he has any other losses. If that foreigner named Ming really wants to do something substantial to himself, he is probably already a corpse. If you do that, you will be half dead.

After drinking the soup made with pink mushrooms, Qi Jun felt that something was wrong with him, but it was already late, so he didn't think much about it. He just walked back to his desk, ready to sit down and rest, and then go to the man's office later Go, get those documents back, and you can't let the other party work overtime to finish all the work alone.

Although they are all female, the other party has been subjected to such cruel abuse for many years, and their health is definitely not good. Now they need to rest for a while, but they can't stop because of the busy things.

So let Fislaral rest for a while, just for a while. At most, he can do more by himself, so that he can relax and blame himself for nothing, which is not what the legion leader should do.

Before sitting down, Qi Jun felt a little dizzy, but after he steadied himself, he regained consciousness a lot, but why did his lower abdomen feel like a sudden rush of heat, and his limbs felt a little soft all of a sudden.

What's going on, the female squinted her eyes, thinking about her physical condition, but she didn't think there was anything wrong. After a while, it seemed that her strength had recovered a little, or she had been overworked these days and felt tired.

Qi Jun raised his hand, rubbed his eyebrows, poured a glass of water and drank it, then walked in place for a few times, feeling all right, and then walked towards the man's office.

He decided to get the documents back first, and if there was nothing else to do, he could proceed with the approval process.

Fisslar opened the door and let the female outside walk in. Naturally, the documents would not be handed over, but why the female's face looked very rosy.

Qi Jun just stepped into the room, closed the door, walked over to the man who was closer, the breath lingered all over his body, and the female body went limp in an instant.

Fisslar subconsciously stretched out his hand, took over the female body, and the female body fell into his arms, and he struggled weakly a few times, like a kitten scratching its paw, scratching the man's heart, Inexplicably itchy.

Without thinking too much, Fisslar helped the man to his bed, frowned, checked the man's breathing and pulse, and found no sign of sudden illness, he turned around and prepared to see Dr. Ming Look, the female body is probably overworked, and the body is overwhelmed.

Qi Jun only felt that the breath smelled by his nose was very attractive. The breath of a man was like fine wine. Feeling farther and farther away from himself, he couldn't help stretching out his hand and grabbed the source of the breath.

Fisslar looked at his right hand that was firmly grasped, and exerted a little force, but found that he couldn't pull it out. He didn't really use his strength, for fear of hurting the female who was still a little uncomfortable. body.

It's not enough, I hope to get closer, Qi Jun thought so, and with his hands, he squeezed the source of the sweet breath into his mouth.

The man was suddenly pressed down on the bed by the female body, and before he could react, his pale pink lips were gnawed several times, and then from his neck to his chest, he grabbed the tender meat on one side and was using The teeth rubbed together.

"Woo..." The man snorted, and stretched out his hand to gently pull the female body away, but after a while, he was thrown again, and those hands reached his legs.

After a few times, Qi Jun became more awake, but he couldn't help opening his eyes wide. The man's snow-white body had mottled marks, and the teeth marks had not disappeared. The other party was looking at him with a half-smile, with an unclear expression.

"Sorry, I..." A guilty look appeared on the female body's face. Did he hold it in for too long, and actually shot at the female body.

"...No problem." The man's voice was low and sweet, he pulled the female who was still blaming himself, gently put his arms around her slightly slender waist, and kissed the female's lips.

Then, in the lovely wide eyes of the other party, he took off the other party's clothes. As for his own, it was already torn by Qi Jun.

"I... no, you..." Qi Jun immediately recollected the kiss just now, and then looked at the man without knowing why. How can we be together? !

He has always planned to endure it by himself, and then help the other party find a good foreigner to take care of... Although he can also take care of others, Qi Jun squinted his eyes and thought for a while, it seems that if Feslar doesn't mind, he is also a very good Candidates.

"What?" Seeing the female's complexion changing rapidly, Fisslar couldn't help asking with a little doubt. Of course, he didn't work hard at all, and quietly took off all the other's clothes.

"Uh... I can cook, sweep the floor, wash dishes, do laundry, fight, farm, go out to make money..." Qi Jun calmly explained with examples.

"?" The man remained silent.

"...and warm the bed." Qi Jun felt that he must be blushing now, this is the so-called confession, he actually confessed to a female body, this is really...

In the words of all the other races, it's too wasteful, although he doesn't think so.

The man was stunned for a moment, and seemed to let out a faint chuckle. He reversed his posture and pressed the female body on the bed, and the other's hair spread out, "Can you warm the bed?"

Qi Jun nodded.

"...Try." The man said.

"Try... how to try?" The female blinked, but found that the man's hand had already started to swim on her body, wait, why did she touch it... so comfortable.

The feeling was relieved a lot just now, and suddenly it erupted again, becoming more and more intense. The parts touched by the man's hand were extremely comfortable. Fisslar is like a bowl of ice water, he can't wait to bury his whole body in the opponent's body.

Or the other party buried in...

Qi Jun was stripped naked.

Qi Jun was thrown.

Qi Jun was...

the next day.

Who told Lao Tzu that he was female? Who was it? !

PS: Pink mushrooms are very beneficial to human or female bodies. They can be used for some kinds of bed sports, which can increase motivation and fun. This is more obvious on female bodies.