Chapter 1867 Holy Seal

Style: Fantasy Author: MogdrogenWords: 2237Update Time: 24/02/20 10:28:25
"This is--"

There is indeed a mysterious engraving in the middle of the snow-white jade back. It looks like a wheat-colored girl holding a sword. She is dressed in ancient Chinese clothes and is lowering her head. The engraving is surrounded by some kind of engraving. symbol.

Soshyan recalled it and found that it seemed to be an ancient branch of High Gothic, which could occasionally be seen in some historical works.

It's a pity that he doesn't understand what it means.

In order to see the details of the engraving clearly, Soshyan lowered his waist lower and placed his hands on both sides of Velez's body, as if he was carefully studying a piece of art. He did not notice that the cheeks of the holy girl were already flushed. .

"Strange, this language..."

Suddenly, Soshyan saw a line of text as small as a fly's head on the sword held by the girl. It was an ancient Gothic script and was generally used in religious ceremonies.

In order to observe carefully, he lowered his head lower, and the hot air of his breath blew on Velez's skin, making his shoulders tremble slightly.

"May you kiss me with your lips. Your love is sweeter than wine. Your body has a fragrant fragrance. Your name is sweet and touching. How can a girl not love you? May you take me away and let us fly far away... ..Be my king, embrace me into your house, let us rejoice together, drink to our heart’s content, and bathe in the river of love.”

"It appeared behind me after I first showed my power, but I didn't tell anyone. You were the first person to see it completely..."

After hearing Velez's words, Soshyan followed the text and looked down, and found that the sword was so long that he had to lift more parts.

"...Behold, there is the greatest king in the world. He is guarded by 666 soldiers. They are all the best warriors. They are all good at swordsmanship. They are all good at fighting. The pillars of the chariot are made of The silver parcel is embroidered with gold threads, woven with love by the girls.”

When he saw this, Soshyan already felt something was wrong. It seemed that these words had nothing to do with religion or belief.

"...My lover is handsome and strong, the best among ten thousand. He wears a crown on his head, his hair is black and shiny, his eyes are as clear as streams, his lips are as fragrant as lilies, and his hands Well-proportioned and powerful, with bracelets inlaid with gems, his torso is like smooth ivory, his legs are like white jade pillars, mounted on a pure gold base, his appearance is like the most majestic mountain, his whole body is like Intoxicating, he is my lover! My partner!"

After reading this, Soshyan was even more confused. Why does this look like a love poem?

Still very explicit.

Who wrote it to whom?

Why did he appear behind Velez?

What does it represent?

What does it symbolize?

Soshiyang seemed to feel a little bit of bad taste?

Why do you feel like you are being played by someone?

When his attention returned slightly, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have pulled away too much. The sword had been extending from Velez's back and curved downward for a period. After the depression, Soshyan's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of A sudden and towering bulge, flawless, withered and polished...

….

And for some reason, after taking a bath, Velez's body had a special smell. Soshyan couldn't tell what it was, but being at such a close distance made him feel a little——

"Feel sorry!"

Soshyan immediately covered the towel and took a step back.

Velez tied the bath towel silently, then sat up on his side, his cheeks still flushed, and then whispered:

"Why are you hiding? I thought you were already very familiar with women's bodies."

"I...that..."

Soshyan hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to answer, but fortunately Willets did not continue to ask, but took the initiative to stop the topic.

"I don't know if it has cleared up some of your doubts.

. "

Speaking of doubts, there were more, but Soshiyang no longer dared to continue "exploring".

"Uh, ah, eliminated, eliminated..."

"That's good. The protective gear should be dry as well. Please wait for me for a while."

Velez nodded, then stretched out his slender legs and left Soshyan's big bed, then walked to the protective equipment maintenance room.

Soshyan patted his chest, shook his head and said to himself:

"Soshyan, when did you turn into a miserable lower-body animal? Rozim will laugh at you!"

Suddenly, he heard Velez calling him and walked into the maintenance room.

At this time, Velez had already put on his inner clothes. However, Soshyan had always thought that the nun was wearing a jumpsuit, but he did not expect that it was a silk top and silk pantyhose. The thin clothing was tightly wrapped around Velez. Her body outlines a more graceful figure, especially her legs that are very in line with human aesthetics. They are more plump than Veronica but have muscle lines. Because of wearing high heels, her legs are stretched. Straight, the buttocks are more beautiful...

But she did seem to be in trouble now, as she was struggling to twist her wrist back to use a corset.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, but the machine made a mess..."

"fine."

Soshyan walked over, helped Velez clean up the threads, and helped her string the thread, but he didn't dare to tighten it too hard. Because of the height difference, Velez had to stand on a lifting platform.

During the process, he discovered that this corset was higher than ordinary ones and had a chest corset function.

But looking at Velez's squeezed chest, Soshyan felt suffocated.

"It's okay, just use a little... um, a little force... um... it'll be fine."

Suddenly, Velez laughed.

"If other people knew that the commander of an expeditionary force with hundreds of millions of troops under his command personally helped a woman dress, I don't know what their expressions would be."

"Well..."

Soshiyang was speechless for a moment and could only tie the thread quickly.

"Aren't you out of breath?"

"I'm used to it."

Willets turned around, and then suddenly fell forward when Soshyan was unprepared.

"Small--"

Soshyan then instinctively stretched out his hand to catch the other party.

But Velez hugged his neck and kissed his mouth hard with her warm lips.

Two seconds later, Soshyan, who had just woken up from a dream, pushed Velez away with his eyes wide open and quickly took two steps back.

"Ana, you..."

Velez brushed his fingers across his lips and looked at Soshyan. Except for the slight blush on his cheeks, his expression was normal.

"I think my feelings have been conveyed."

As she said that, she came to the protective gear unloading rack and raised her arms flat. The automatic robotic arm immediately buckled the cleaned armor on her body one by one in order, and then various religious decorations.

A few seconds later, she turned into the capable and calm nun again.

"Commander, the rest time is over. There are still many things waiting for you."

Soshyan looked at Willets, a little unbelievable that this was the person just now, but he still nodded.

"It's really time to work..."

But Willets suddenly thought of something, came to Soshyan, and asked a little embarrassedly:

"Is there a...dressing table?"

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