Why does the princess wear a skirt [Western Fantasy]

Just rejoicing, Irene looked down and saw the little ball-like thing arched on the huge skirt moving slowly.

Thinking of Bishop squatting under the skirt, the expression on his face must be wonderful, and the mood seems to be a little wonderful for some reason!

So what about the brave man, what about the devil king, he wants to hide in his skirt!There is a saying in Huaxia called the shame of the crotch. Although there is no such saying in Seta Continent, the humiliation should be the same!

Aren't you pinching him very hard these days?

I never thought it would be today!

Irene was very relieved, and the smile on her face was a little brighter.

After appreciating the big bulge on the skirt for a moment, he continued to speak: "Bishop, you are too tall, bend your waist more, or it will be easy to expose."

Everything is for entering the manor!

He didn't have any bad thoughts on purpose!

As soon as the words fell, suddenly, something hard hit Irene's buttocks, and there were more hands between her ankles...

"Sorry, I'm a little unsteady."

Bishop's slightly muffled voice came from under the heavy skirt.

The smile on Irene's face disappeared instantly, and her face was expressionless.

That's a really bad idea!

After settling his mind, he said with difficulty: "Don't stand against me..."

I was only halfway through the sentence, and felt that the meaning didn't seem right, and Irene said again: "Move behind me, the tail is very long, you can't see it."

"Oh, I see."

Bishop moved slowly, but bumped his head against the meaty buttocks again.

No way, he really couldn't sit still.

……

Erin felt that she was wrong.

He shouldn't have come up with the damn idea, much less allowed such a tall grown man to hide under his skirt.

It wasn't just a torment for Bishop, it was a torment for him.

"Wow! Irene, you are amazing!" Eddie leaned in front of Irene, carefully looked at the huge skirt, and then said, "I really can't tell that Bishop is inside!"

Is this how human skirts are used?So... isn't there a person hidden under every big skirt?

Listening to the praise, Irene didn't want to talk, and couldn't even put on an elegant smile.

And that damned Bishop in the dress was holding on to his ankles like he was holding on to a railing for support!From time to time, his head would hit his ass!

The feeling is very subtle, very...unspeakable.

Leslie looked at Princess Irene's gorgeous skirt, and his mind began to recall what he had seen in some strange book. His normally pale cheeks turned extremely red, and his expression was not quite right.

In order to conceal some of his untimely thoughts, he quickly said, "Try to take two steps first, otherwise it will be bad for you to reveal yourself in front of the manor owner."

The beautiful princess wanted to say no.

But there is no denying that option at all right now.

He could only smirk, and took one step after another with difficulty.

Princess Irene is having a hard time.

And the brave man trying to keep up with the princess didn't have it easy.

In order to keep up better, the brave Bishop directly threw away his gentleman script, and firmly grabbed the princess's thigh with both hands.

The princess's legs are not too thick, and she can hold them firmly with one hand, but her skin is too tender and slippery.In order to grasp it more firmly, Bishop increased his strength a little bit, and his fingers sank into the still soft leg flesh. In this way, it was finally easier for him, who is tall, to squat and walk.

And Irene's complexion was not very good, and there were bursts of roars in her heart.

What the hell is that black-hearted devil king doing!How to grab his leg!It's too perverted!

The feeling of the skin touching each other made his scalp tingle!

Fortunately, he is not a woman, otherwise all the advantages will be taken.

Of course, it's not much better now.

Irene finished the journey in pain and finally arrived at the gate of the manor.

Resisting the urge to kick the brave man under his skirt, he saw that the rest of his teammates were hiding perfectly in their own ways.

He also raised his hand to grab the big iron ring on the gate of the manor, and then knocked vigorously on the door of unknown material, comparing each other with force, as if using the door as a tool to vent.

at last.

The heavy door opened slowly.

I saw a blond man wearing a ball mask standing at the door, holding a huge carving knife in his hand.

"Irene?" The blond man's voice was slightly puzzled.

……

Erin was a little confused.

But he quickly reacted, and after carefully looking at the other party, he tentatively asked, "Uncle?"

"Hey, my beautiful Irene." The blond man threw the mask on his face and the carving knife in his hand to the ground, revealing his blue eyes like the sea, then stepped forward to hug Irene, bowed his head slightly, Sticking to Irene's beautiful face, he continued to speak: "Are you here specially to visit me?"

"No." Erin replied indifferently.

The desert is so weird, even if he wanted to visit it, he might not be able to find his way.

He pushed away the handsome and good-looking cheek of the other party, and asked, "Uncle, why are you here?"

"I live here." The blond man smiled, then pointed to the statue in front of the garden behind him, and said, "Look, the statue I promised you will be placed in the garden."

……

Irene looked at the stone sculpture that looked exactly like her but looked like a goddess, and fell silent.

He never made this request at all!It was imposed by the other party!

The point is, why put it in such a conspicuous place, it looks so shameful!

"Are you happy?" The blond man looked expectantly at the cute little Irene.

The beautiful princess wanted to shake her head, but she held back at last.

He should respect the elders, the old, and the ancestors.

The man in front of him, to be precise, was not Irene's uncle, but the elder brother of an ancestor who did not know how many thousands of years ago, but they all called each other uncle.

This was once a great king who was brave and good at fighting, but also an artist with ideas.In order to realize his ideal, the emperor gave up everything, and even dedicated his life to the darkness, in exchange for eternal life, so that he could continue to pursue perfect works.And he also succeeded, successfully obtained eternal life.

What's more worth mentioning is that this artistic emperor is said to have had emotional entanglements with many gods, leaving a strong mark in various legends.

Originally, Irene didn't really believe in those rumors that were passed on by word of mouth.

Until one day, in front of the Temple Church, he heard the god pretending to be a minstrel singing.

In the song, there is an indistinct love story between the God of Light and his so-called uncle, and even the God of Darkness appears...

What can I say.

It is very powerful, very admirable.

"Little Irene." Abloht glanced at Irene's huge skirt, and continued, "There seems to be something moving in your skirt?"

Without waiting for the other party to react, he swayed his fingers lightly, and the skirt was slightly blown by the wind, and then half of the clothes that were not in the same color as the gorgeous skirt were exposed.

The index finger circled gently again, the wind picked up, and the figure of the man in the skirt could be seen faintly.

Meeting the surprised expression of the elder, Irene quickly said: "No, I..."

As soon as he spoke, Abloht already showed a clear expression.

Sighing softly: "My little Irene has grown up, I understand, don't be shy."

……

Erin's expression gradually froze.

Did uncle think too much!

Why do you feel that this topic has a strange color?

"How much do you want..."

"Do you need some time to tidy up?" Abulot said very understandingly.

Young people, just love to play, he understands, he understands.I think it was much more fun when he was young.

It's just that those guys are really annoying and disturb his creation.

Love, after all, is not as happy as creation.

The author has something to say: ****

small theater

Irene: Yellow people generally have colored thoughts.

Abbott: Ah!I love creating, and creating brings me joy.

Bichart: So can I come out?

(The God of Light who is singing praises in the temple square: Ah! In the eyes of the great God of Light, Emperor Abulot is the best lover. He is handsome and gentleman, and knows thousands of styles of time. The God of Light is most proud of One of them is to snatch Abloht from the hands of the Dark God...) Ahem, the gods don’t need to have integrity, of course, I’m just a sand sculpture and fantasy, and it’s none of my business.

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The first time the name of the witness is completed√

Let's look forward to the next time.

And, today's appearance is the heartthrob Emperor, an elderly artist who loves art and plays with emotions.With an emoticon package, (I am like an artist, I have no feelings).jpg