Chapter 8: His Legend
A Da, give you 10 billion to try to acquire some garbage from the slums and transport it to our former concentration camps. By the way, instruct the subordinates to gather together and make a full-scale advance towards Genesis
The young girl beneath him had eyes filled with humiliation, yet her small mouth obediently sucked and her little tongue worked diligently. As he felt the softening of the shaft, a new wave of pleasure surged through him. The muscular legs of the blonde man wrapped around her tender, soft body, exerting force to press her firmly against his hips. Finally, her small mouth completely drained the remnants of fluid from the shaft before he released her, cradling her fair and exquisite face, his fierce, beast-like eyes fixed on her delicate gaze.
Little Dimple: Big Brother? Where? It displayed some things, but it was still very brief... Little Potato: ... . ... Creation. A few more points were added, yet nothing was said, perhaps everything was said.
Mage B: "It should be."
Xiao Dao: Is it him? Where? The message is very brief. Xiao Jia: Genesis. Three words, even more concise. After that, there was no further news from the two; the conveyed information was already sufficient.
He has appeared. A chilling voice that sends shivers down one's spine came through the communicator from the other end of the line
A long time.
Loneliness serves as wine, solitude takes the form of song, toasting with wine and singing, how much is life worth
The mage spoke softly: "On that occasion, he single-handedly dominated the magical realm, leading a guild of over one hundred thousand members, and he managed to secure 80% of the top one hundred players in the game for himself. However, it was later rumored that he committed suicide by summoning lightning on Golden Summit."
The blond man fiddled with the tender gap beneath the petite body, feeling the lingering tremors of the small figure, while commanding the man in black beside him: "Open the communicator. Is that old bastard bothering me again? If not, you can go die."
Two little bees, flying into the flower bushes, flying...
A very ordinary post titled "Toasting with Songs" suddenly appeared in various gaming forums.
The man stared blankly in one direction, murmuring something. Brother, is that you? Do you still remember the little bee
That guy has appeared; the one we have been waiting for for two years has finally shown up. Perhaps this time he can bring us some fresh amusement. Are you excited?" As soon as the words fell, the champagne he had been shaking in his hand went "bang," releasing a burst of white wine foam that shot out and dissipated into the air, reminiscent of the moment of climax, a surge of desire.
The major online games that were already condensed have shrunk even further, as certain individuals have departed. The people they anticipated have already appeared, rendering any remaining significance here obsolete. Their original purpose was to wait. Meanwhile, the number of players in Genesis has surged dramatically, reaching no less than one trillion.
The mage armor pondered for a moment: "Let’s post a message on the forum; I believe that as long as they are our former brothers, they will follow him once again"
Lower it down; if there's breath, do your best to keep him alive. I was quite pleased just now; if there's no breath, drag him away to be used as fertilizer. At that moment, a series of unconscious moans saved her life, but what awaited her was an even more brutal fate
The Mage A excitedly grasped the hand of Mage B: "I feel the same way; let us once again follow in his footsteps"
Mage Armor: "Hasn't he already withdrawn?"
The mage spoke first: "Has he come out now?"
Mage Armor: "Is it him?"
The two individuals, with expressions full of admiration, fell into reminiscence
Hmph, this worthless life is truly resilient; it seems I haven't had enough fun with it yet
The small mouth is striving to open wide, a strong fishy smell wafts in, and a copious amount of white fluid lingers inside the little mouth, nearly filling the entire oral cavity
Many people expressed their sentiments below, and many others suggested meeting the master who created the painting. They assumed that the person depicted in the painting and the one in the accompanying text were the same as the artist themselves, unaware that the person in the painting is indeed a real individual.
There are also many who consider themselves literati and poets engaging in discussions below, while only a small group quietly communicates within, and the names of such individuals are quite ordinary
Mage B: "He has returned again. When did he leave last time?"
Little Trash: Where? It cannot be shorter; the expression seems somewhat nonsensical, yet some people find it very precise. Little Mop: Create.
Suddenly, a robust man in black walked to the edge of the swimming pool, holding a golden communicator, standing still.
The blond man’s body stiffened noticeably, his left index finger forcefully thrust into the tight, tender opening, extending deep inside as he felt the rapid trembling of the petite body to soothe the chill in his heart. His eyes, filled with fierce light, glinted coldly, completely oblivious to the thin streaks of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth due to biting his lip so hard.
The woman in black appeared even more alluring, as she took out a small communicator, pointed her delicate finger, and a voice message was transmitted.
On Lauren Star, a tourist destination, a handsome and well-built man is leisurely basking in the sun on the beach, savoring red wine, with two voluptuous women leaning against him, caressing his bronzed skin. Suddenly, a strange chime rings out.
"I have prepared one trillion for you. If you embarrass yourself again, you will lose your qualifications..." A chilling aura seemed to seep through from the other end of the communicator
... ...
A burst of excited howling echoed through the villa
Mage B was somewhat excited: "However, the heroism of that battle, the fervor of that passion, the elegance of that fight, swept through the souls of all players in the True Illusion Realm. The brutality of that battle, it is said that after watching the recorded demo, no one was left unmoved or without tears."
A fierce-looking man with blonde hair is gripping the face of a petite girl on the floating mat in the pool, moving up and down. The girl has her eyes tightly closed, and humiliating tears silently stream down her fair cheeks. The blonde man’s roar intensifies, and his movements become more violent. Finally, with veins bulging all over his body, he tilts his head back and lets out a long howl towards the moon, firmly holding the struggling girl's head with both hands. After a shudder, the blonde man viciously commands the girl below him: "Suck it clean, suck!"
"Dragon Domain", one of the top ten online games in the Galactic Federation, is home to the largest guild, the Purple Flame Hall. The guild leader left a letter, passing the leadership to the vice leader, who is now nowhere to be found. Strolling under the faint moonlight, I still remember the guild leader's words: 'My name is Little Knife, I am his blade, and I must seek him out.' The vice leader's words are choked in his throat; how much effort and sweat did we invest together to establish the Purple Flame Hall, yet now he leaves without hesitation. Who is he? What kind of person is he? Is he male or female? He does not even know. ... Can you answer my last question? ... Yes. ... What kind of person is he ...? ... He is a man who can make you truly feel yourself, a man who allows you to live in the heat of passion.
The mage's expression was somewhat uneasy and ashamed: "It should be so. We must work hard, FIGHTING! This time, no matter what situation we face, I will not back down again"
He has returned, in creation
In the luxurious villa of Shak Star, a group of wealthy young elites, flamboyant playboys, heirs of prestigious families, royal descendants, and even some princes and grandsons of emperors are engaged in a wild and extravagant nude party
The woman fell silent for a moment, her delicate voice drifting through the space. Brother, remember that you do not like the little cat to kill indiscriminately.
"Leave your dog life!" The woman's cold voice echoed. As soon as the words fell, her figure vanished into the air, as if she had never existed.
The accompanying image depicts a young man of unremarkable appearance, under the silver moonlight, passionately engaged in swordplay and singing. His silver hair dances wildly, embodying a sense of madness and fervor. Despite his ordinary looks, he exudes an air of reckless grandeur.
In a luxurious villa guarded with strict security at 1 Administrative Star, a woman dressed in black with a delicate figure coldly fixed her emotionless gaze on the overweight man on the bed, who was trembling all over. Her slender index finger was about to pull the trigger when a sudden sound of a bell rang out.
The mage Yi became excited and set aside his emotions: "Should we notify his brothers to search for him?"
A piercing alarm suddenly echoed throughout the entire villa
The Mage's expression was somewhat desolate: "It has been two years and one month!"
The guests of the villa, after the revelry, gathered in the luxurious hall, as their leader was about to announce a small matter. Typically, the small matters he spoke of brought them immense joy, and they were all eagerly anticipating this announcement
Most of them are shamelessly venting their unspeakable desires, with some being underage girls who are overwhelmed by men whose weight their bodies cannot bear. They scream and release their frustrations, being carelessly manipulated into various positions and ravaged, because they belong to gene group A while they belong to gene group B
Open your mouth
I am a little tabby cat, meow meow meow
Little Gun: What the hell? Where? The words should be more precise and concise. Little Bing: Enter creation. Two words. Then the two of them also vanished without a trace
In the villa, the sound of clapping and the fat man's heart-wrenching roars echoed, accompanied by the sound of hard objects shattering. It was evident that the fat man was punishing his subordinates and smashing everything that could be destroyed to vent the fear he had just experienced
The mage armor expressed some indignation: "Indeed, that tyrant is truly a beast."
The small mouth wriggled with difficulty, as the glistening throat undulated, those thick, foul fluids flowed into the delicate body.
The commenters are numerous, as the imagery is so vivid and striking that it captivates the viewers, who are often momentarily entranced by the characters within the artwork. They find themselves immersed in the scene of loneliness and solitude, yet also in the carefree and exuberant atmosphere of the characters singing joyfully. Although the scene is undeniably cheerful, it carries a sense of oppression, evoking tears of laughter, as it resonates with a feeling of untouchable and unexpressed loneliness that the figures in the painting experience, a sentiment that one can comprehend but cannot articulate.
The blond man laughed heartily, pulling the small body close to his chest, caressing the budding form, teasing it, and intently gazing at the small mouth, he slowly commanded: "Swallow it all, leave nothing behind"
"Purple Dream," one of the top ten online games in the Galactic Federation, features the largest guild base in Dreamland—Blue Rose. The guild leader, the ruthless and decisive Poison Rose, cast a glance at the twelve hall masters, the Twelve Golden Hairpins of Dreamland, for a long time. "I am leaving. I have found his information, and I will seek him out." The Twelve Hairpins did not ask, for they knew the guild leader would provide them with an explanation. She is the person I have loved the most in my life, and also the one I have hated the most, yet I am still willing to follow her to the death without destruction. The Twelve Hairpins did not ask, for they knew the guild leader would provide them with an explanation. She is the person I have loved the most in my life, and also the one I have hated the most, yet I am still willing to follow her to the death without destruction. A person who is both detestable yet asks for nothing in return, someone who accompanies me for a lifetime. Who is he? Finally, someone could not hold back and asked. "My name is Little Dimple, and I will always be his Little Dimple." The soft voice lingered in the air, the last words of Poison Rose before she went offline. The bold and ruthless Poison Rose has such a sweet and lovely name, yet no one laughed. Among professional online players, there is a saying: "Better to encounter Yama than to meet Dimple." The soft voice lingered in the air, the last words of Poison Rose before she went offline. The bold and ruthless Poison Rose has such a sweet and lovely name, yet no one laughed. Among professional online players, there is a saying: "Better to encounter Yama than to meet Dimple."
The man quickly grabbed the handheld computer beside him, which had previously received notifications more than ten times. He remained leisurely sipping red wine and indulging in the beauty of the beach. This time, however, he picked it up amidst the strange sound of a stringed instrument.
This post is being circulated across various online gaming forums, quietly conveying some inquiries
Silver Moon Mad Demon
With the support of guests who share his virtues, along with their families, groups, and the forces behind them, on the scheduled day, he will undoubtedly make a grand entrance into Genesis. Under the flickering lights, his expression is unpredictable, and he grits his teeth while repeatedly murmuring a single name.
He appeared, in creation. Then there was the busy tone.
The two slender mages in the vicinity of the entrance exchanged glances and quietly shared information.