paranoianovel Chapter 712: Female Players In Action
Chapter 712: Female Players In Action
The demonic dance of the Son of Truth lasted about an hour.
It was as if he hadn't released himself for a long time. Jumping around in front of the players.
Since the players have not been corrupted, they cannot empathize with his dance.
At first they thought it was ridiculous and strange when they saw the Son of Truth dancing.
That sultry waistline and graceful buttocks.
With his trembling body and the densely packed big eyes that move along with him, even the grandpa from KFC would have to bow down to him.
The temporary crisis has been lifted by the purification seed, and the female players are no longer stressed, and they are even in the mood to comment on them in the team channel.
For example, one of the dance moves of the Son of Truth is similar to that of a certain popular star in suspenders. For example, the Son of Truth has a pretty good figure. Although he is not very skinny, he actually has eight-pack abs!
Moreover, after dancing for such a long time, it is obvious that the physical strength is very good, and it is not unacceptable if the lights are turned off.
However, as time went by, and Son of Truth didn’t have any new tricks, it just kept going back and forth with the same few actions, and there was no music to match it. After the three minutes of excitement passed, the players naturally became more and more sleepy.
After dancing, the Son of Truth even posed very intoxicatedly.
The moment he turned around and looked at the players.
Then the fat chicken with a round face coughed slightly.
Immediately, this group of female gamers who were making fun of me and watching dramas immediately raised their heads. They stared at the Son of Truth with their big Kazilan eyes without blinking. This is called seriousness and piety!
The Son of Truth has obviously never experienced anything like this. Anyway, it has done all it has to do, and it just stands there like a sculpture.
The atmosphere became awkward and quiet.
The mutated conditions on the surrounding girls gradually disappeared as the sacrificial dance ended, and they did not turn into a bunch of monsters as the round-faced fat chicken feared.
It’s good that you didn’t turn into a monster.
In the eyes of the fat chicken with a round face, these girls can still be saved if they don't turn into monsters.
There was silence for a while.
The woman in black robe was shocked by the dance of the Son of Truth and finally stood up from the ground tremblingly.
"Is this, is this the dance of truth?!"
Her voice was trembling, as if a Christian had seen Jesus and cried bitterly, shouting out of control: "Beautiful! It's so beautiful! The dance of truth! Just watching your dance, I feel my soul is sublimating, quack!" …Creak…”
The soul of the woman in black robe has indeed been sublimated.
The pollution on her body became more serious, and before she even finished speaking, a new head had grown on her neck.
The head was as ugly and wrinkled as a newborn baby, and the facial features were gathered together like the wrinkles of a bun.
The voice coming out of her mouth was the same as that of the woman in black robe, but a bit sharper and hoarse.
The two sounds mix together, giving people the ultimate auditory torture.
He is different from the lightly polluted girls around him.
The head that grew on the woman's neck never retracted, and quickly turned into a red, skinned frog's head, which was very similar to the head of the Son of Truth, except that it didn't have as many eyes.
As the head is fully grown.
Her mood gradually became calmer.
He returned to his previous dignified and elegant appearance.
"I would like to congratulate you here. You are getting closer to the Lord of Truth!"
The woman in black robe announced loudly, her dark eyes full of excitement and enthusiasm, and her crazy eyes scanned every girl present.
"For the next time, you will live here, waiting for the altar to be repaired. Every day you will have a precious opportunity to watch the dance of the Son of Truth."
After saying this, she did not forget to draw a pie for the girls present.
"The one who performs best during the sacrifice may have the opportunity to become the next saint to give birth to the child of truth! What kind of honor is this? I think you know better than me!"
"The Lord of truth is eternal!"
"Long live the Lord of Truth!"
As the excited roars of the girls erupted, the players were startled. In order not to be seen, they also roared along with these girls.
The round-faced fat chicken felt the fanatical atmosphere around him and was secretly speechless. He once had the illusion of returning to modern society and attending a concert of a top-notch singer.
To bear children to the Lord of Truth?
Still glorious?
She couldn't help but retched.
This kind of thing should be left to the old family members themselves!
These girls are saved by her round face and fat cock!
…
In the evening, the players at the dinner table repeated their old tricks and staged various fancy fake eating.
This time the woman in black robe changed the drink to juice.
Without the influence of the Son of Truth, these girls seemed to have become a little normal again. They couldn't accept the red wine, but they liked the juice very much without any psychological burden. They drank it happily.
The female players felt their scalps go numb when they saw this scene.
And now that everyone is drinking juice, they can't refuse, so they can only drink the juice into their mouths and then put it into their backpacks.
But to be honest, despite the added ingredients, the taste was inexplicably quite good, probably because the raw materials were very good. Several female players almost swallowed the drinks in their mouths.
After finally getting over this meal, I could finally calm down for a while.
"I have arranged rooms for you, but due to the large number of people, you can only live in one room for ten people. There is no need to worry about crowding. This is the former Lapland Castle, and each room is built according to the standards of a duke's bedroom."
The girls who had been corrupted by the past obeyed the words of the mad believer, the woman in black robe, without any complaints, especially the female players. The woman in black robe's arrangement was exactly what she wanted!
Woman in black robe: "Okay, that's it for today. You can go back to your room and rest!"
…
After a while, a group of girls followed the guards to their respective rooms.
Under the deliberate operation of the players, at least one player was assigned to each room.
In room 17.
The fat chicken with a round face faced the nine indigenous girls, with murderous intent rising in his eyes.
Whether the mission can be completed depends on tonight!
She greeted him with a bright smile:
"Sisters~ This is a big strawberry from my hometown. It's big, sweet, and super delicious. Do you want me to have some respect? Come and eat it?"
…
In a room next door.
The eldest lady Bai Yuekui failed again.
Of the nine girls, only seven ate the strawberries, and four of them were stuffed by her. The last two gritted their teeth and refused to eat. They even said they were going to tell the guards outside that there was a madman here.
"Who is the madman? Waterma wants to save you..."
Lying on the bed, Bai Yuekui thought about it and felt unhappy.
The girl who told her to go away slept next to her during the day.
This girl has a habit of sleeping naked, and she sleeps on her stomach.
Looking at the girl's soft sleeping face, Bai Yuekui was heartbroken, an evil smile appeared on her lips, and then she took out a strawberry from her backpack.
"Jie Jie Jie... Feng Shui takes turns... Suffer death! Jie Jie Jie..."