holy spirit

But he was surprised to find that he could understand it. He read along the page and found that it was about two demon brothers fighting together. After finally winning the world, the younger brother wanted to murder his elder brother secretly.The older brother knew about it beforehand, but let the younger brother successfully kill him, but who knew that the older brother was resurrected by the God of Everything.God of all things also gave him the tree of life to allow him to re-establish a brand new race.But this brand-new race does not have the function of breeding offspring. Every newborn child is conceived from the tree of life.Like a fruit that grows on a tree and then falls, birth.

Each of this race is handsome, beautiful, and powerful.It can be called the gift of the Creator.

But to everyone's surprise, even if the elder brother who had acquired the extraordinary power learned the truth, he never sought revenge on his younger brother. Instead, he set up an enchantment to hide this brand-new race. The first generation of new humans born lived a happy life.

However, without the whole-hearted help of the elder brother, the younger brother was quickly expelled by various races that had long-standing grievances.The empire fell apart, and the territory was divided among the other three races.

Looking at the whole story, the younger brother's empire was destroyed by three people, one was his apprentice, one was his beloved, and the other was his most trusted relative.In order to retaliate against them, before his brother died, he exhausted all the spiritual power on his body to imprison the magic range of the demons.Since then, his people can only use magic within their own boundaries, and the magic power becomes weaker as they go outside.

And the madness of this jade broken tile completely curbed the wildness of those three people.The demons could no longer move more than half an inch.

The demon clan was in its heyday, but it fell to this point because of its own internal struggle.

Aizel saw this, but turned the page again, but it was gone. Most of the back was torn off. Aizel propped his chin, looked at the part of the torn pages with a frown, and wondered whether this was a story or a story. Really history?What happened later, how could it be torn off?

But he didn't pay much attention to these questions. Maybe it was just a story, so he put the book back on the old bookshelf and picked out one that he seemed more interested in and continued to read.

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The pervert usually eats in his own room, but he can only eat standing and squatting outside the door. Of course, he can't eat lying down in the cold and snowy weather. Just thinking, it's quite difficult to do that.

The door of the room was open, and Ezel watched the pervert finish his breakfast slowly and then poured a cup of warm milk from the jug.Taylor put down the jug of milk and looked up at him expressionlessly, and ordered in a cold voice, "Take this and water the phantom grass at my door." After saying this, he got dressed and walked away out.

The cold breath brushed past Ezel, making him feel a bit colder than the weather outside.

The man opened the gate and walked out of his thatched hut across the snow-covered yard.

Aizel, who was left alone, entered the pervert's room, hugged the milk used to water the magic grass, and drank it clean.In the end, he still licked his lips eagerly.

The boy bent his pretty fox eyes, burped with a milky scent, and rubbed his belly contentedly, it was so delicious.

But he was even more depressed when he thought that even a grass was treated better than him.

After clearing the dining table, Ezel came to the center of the yard, where there was a pot of soil that could no longer be used for potted plants, and it looked like weeds to him.

The important thing is that he often sees that pervert watering it with milk, and it's hard not to notice it.

Having access to milk that he couldn't drink, he'd been jealous of it for a long time.

Staring at the blue weed swaying gently in the snowflakes, his eyeballs rolled slightly, his thoughts turned, and then he saw the young man's lips slightly hooked.A mischievous smile appeared instantly.

Aizel put his hands on his trouser belt, and he unbuttoned his trousers in a few seconds, then he took out his penis, and began to artificially spray and water the magic grass.

When Aizel saw his urine dripping on the grass, he felt refreshed for no reason.

Aizel nodded very satisfied, anyway, it's not pouring.My own is still hot, maybe it will be more nutritious in this cold day.In order to prevent Tintin from being frozen into a popsicle, Ezel put it away after watering it.

Aizel, who felt deeply that he had overfulfilled the task, turned around satisfactorily and went back to his hut to catch up on sleep.

But what Ezel didn't know was that the moment he just turned around to leave, the grass that was standing upright just now gradually changed from blue to gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disintegrated bit by bit, turning into gray traces.

So when Taylor came back, what he saw was a bunch of magic grass that had turned into ashes.

Taylor only felt the veins on his forehead twitching violently.

It was the middle of the night, and when Ezel was soundly asleep, a round thing jumped onto his window sill, facing the bright moon with his back, casting an elongated shadow on his sleeping face.

Then it lifted its legs, and a steaming bubble of urine hit his face.

Aizel let out a cry, and woke up from the dream, and jumped up angrily after seeing the picture in front of him clearly. "Damn fox, stop for me."

Without even wearing the shoes, he lifted the quilt and chased him out to see if he catches it or not roasts it.

There is no moon tonight, and large flakes of snow are pouring down.

Ten minutes later, in the dilapidated thatched cottage.

A man in a black robe was holding a fiery red fox sitting in a chair covered with white plush, his eyes looked transparent and seductive against the flames.The turban that the man took off was placed on the table beside him. His long gray hair was scattered around his cheeks, and against his narrow eyes, he looked alluring and evil.

On the other side, a boy with naked upper body was half-hanged on the beam of the house. The boy's robe disappeared, and the pants inside were taken off to the bend of his knees.A whip flew in mid-air out of thin air, hitting the young man's body accurately one after another, and then spanking his buttocks and chest after the beating, which was so humiliating that Ezel had the urge to kill.

I don't know what the material of this kind of whip is made of, and it won't hurt people's skin, but every time the whip falls, it must be very painful, and there are only interlaced red marks on the skin.

The young man's body is slender and fair, and his reddish face looks very beautiful. With his movements, sweat slides down from his collarbone, chest and abdomen bit by bit, and then flows to the mysterious triangle, which is full of temptation.Coupled with this alternative whipping picture, it couldn't be more beautiful.

If this was a different scene, it would definitely make people scream, but the way the man in front of him looked at him was like looking at a cold stone.

In fact, there are countless witch teenagers in the magic city who are scrambling to climb Taylor's bed, but he is a witch, and he is naturally devoid of emotion, and has no desire for such things at all.

Finally, Aizer couldn't bear the pain anymore, and quickly begged for mercy with drooping eyebrows and a bitter face. "I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong. Mr. Wizard, you don't count the faults of villains, please forgive me. Please forgive me."

The man raised his eyes and looked at him: "I know I'm wrong? In those dark blue eyes, against the background of the magic light ball, there was a very strange light shining.

"Well, I got it, I got it." Aizel showed a rare dog-legged smile.There are countless ways of revenge in my mind.

The man gave a meaningful oh when he heard the words, took a bite of the fruit and said calmly, "Then continue."

With another whip, Aizel looked at the man who was sitting safely beside him with pain in his eyes, "Put me down, fuck, you pervert."

The man turned a deaf ear, raised his hand to pick up a juicy and attractive fruit on the table, and gnawed on it.

Ezel searched his brains and used all the vicious words he could think of. The man on the opposite side was still unmoved, and the man watching the whole city still had no expression on his face. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the boy, but there was absolutely nothing in it. Sympathy or tenderness.

Tyler finished eating a bowl of fruit, then washed up and went to bed in an orderly manner. Amidst the very rhythmic beating and Ezel's yelling, the man fell into a dream.

A night without dreams.

It wasn't until the sky turned slightly white that the nightmare that lasted all night finally came to an end.The halo that originally bound him on the beam loosened, and the boy who had been hung and beaten all night fell to the ground.But even if you don't get beaten, just being stripped naked and hanging for one night is enough for a person.

Aizer waited for a long time, and waited until his hands and legs regained normal sensation before slowly pulling up his pants. The second thing he did after getting up from the ground was to pick up the water bottle on the table and turned his back on it without thinking. He threw the sleeping man over.

However, to Ezel's disappointment, the thrown kettle was blocked by an invisible barrier and fell to the ground without even touching the man's body, and the dropped kettle made a bang.

Aizel stepped forward furiously, but soon he found that he couldn't get close to the man's body at all, and he couldn't even take a step forward.

Naturally, he hated to the point of gnashing his teeth, but he also knew that he was no match for the opponent at all.After that, he tried all kinds of noise influence methods, and finally found that the man was still unmoved, so he rolled back into the room in despair.

The sky was gray and the snow was still falling.

Aizel only felt that there was no place on his body that was not painful.He lay cautiously on his side on the bed, his black eyes imprinted on the snow outside the window, vaguely as if he had experienced a similar scene before, but he couldn't remember when.

It seems that there is also such a winter in memory, it is snowing.It's just that he has no memory of what happened at all, he only remembers the white snow, as if it will never stop.Covered the whole world.

A lone figure sat on the snow-covered steps, with his head lowered, his red eyes covered by drooping forehead hair, and his depressed shoulders twitched.

It seems that there is always a slightly chilly voice ringing in my ears: "What's the use of crying?"

Ezel shook his head, it must be his hallucination.

He simply wrapped the quilt around his body and went to catch up on sleep.