Sarah Thomas
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Nom! Lith's sharp fangs pierced Fei's delicate-looking skin. Blood gushed out and flew right into his throat, creating a burning sensation. As the blood reached his stomach, a change occurred. Golden sigils started appearing from Fei's digits and spread to her forearms, then made their way onto her whole body. Fei's eyes widened, her golden hair fluttered, and ancient red letters revolved within her pupils. A change occurred in Lith's body too. His amethyst eyes shone with a red hue for a split…
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Fei's words left Lith baffled. Since when did this little butler of his develop such a sharp tongue? It seems he needs a little punishment to be set straight. "Schlopp… Schlopp…" Loud slurping sounds made Lith look down. With her little mouth, Fei was trying to take in as much of his meat rod into her mouth as possible. Saliva dripped down from the corner of her mouth as her tongue intently swirled around the head of Lith's cock. At this moment, under the moonlight, there was nobody…
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The ground slipped beneath the old man's feet as intense flavors burst apart in his mouth, shocking him. He did not expect the soggy cubes to actually have a crunch to them! These cubes were not supposed to be crunchy! They were fat cubes, not meat cubes! It defied all logic and common sense. The transparent liquid was a sugar syrup, and the cubes were pure fat. The old man had no idea what the fuck Lith added or coated the fat with to make it this crunchy. The old man forgot all shame at…
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The old man did not get out of his meditative state even after noticing Lith and Fei. Fei had her cultivation covered for obvious reasons, and Lith didn't intend to hide himself, so let his aura run freely. The boy was gone from the area after bringing Lith to the old man. Instead of conversing with the old man, Lith felt it was better to have his cooking do the talking. Lith stomped on the ground, and three rectangular tables arranged in a U-shape were formed. "Sit there for a while and…
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Tap. Tap. Tap. The wooden floor creaked as two individuals stepped on it and made their way down to the Inn's cafeteria. One of the two was an almost two meter tall man while the other was a petite blonde-haired lady with shoulder length hair, donning a pair of formal black trousers, and white blouse. Her head barely managed to reach the man's chest even after wearing two inch tall heels. Fei's footsteps came to a halt just before the steps leading to the ground floor. "Master," she said. "Hm?"…
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The number of times Lith has made Mayzin baffled was astounding. If she were to count, both hers as well as Lith's fingers won't be enough. With how shameless the comment he just made was, Mayzin was considering whether to beat him up or throw him in a dungeon full of insects. After careful consideration, she decided to let the matter go. This boy had worked hard. It wouldn't be appropriate to punish him for his loose tongue. Mayzin shook her head and said, "If you're done talking, let's…
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"W, what is the Chief doing!?" "Oh, mother! What is he doing…" "To prostrate so shamefully…" "Are you guys sure that is really the Chief?" "Yeah. I have never seen the Chief with a woman like that. Who is she?" No matter the race, people everywhere were fond of gossip as it was quite entertaining. Suffering was always welcomed and entertaining to look at, as long as it didn't happen to oneself. This was the Chief of Giants. To prostrate in front of someone like that was a matter of…
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Grains of sand gracefully cascaded down the narrow opening in the hourglass. Roughly when all the sand had sunk to the bottom, Lith saw a towering figure rush towards him. Sitting on a pillar with his legs dangling at the edge, Lith looked at the hourglass in his hand with interest. He picked it up from his room in the Inn. It was lying there as a decoration. The towering figure's silhouette became clearer, and in a few moments, Lith could see Khimav hurrying in his way with a transparent jar full…
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Inside an Inn on the outskirts of Semohr. "Another girl?" Mayzin sipped on a non-alcoholic drink and asked, raising her brows and pointing at a girl opposite to her. The girl's hands were on the table with her head down on them. She seemed to be sleeping, judging from her unhurried, calm breaths. Sylvia sipped on some coffee and did a curt nod. "Master has a weird tendency to pick up girls wherever he goes," a soft voice said. It wasn't Sylvia, since she barely said more than a few words. It…
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Amidst the ongoing panic in the captal's center, one Giant stood calm in a corner and watched the battle unfold. He was still enough to be mistaken for a statue. Ever since the ex chief's faction began making movements, there was an uneasy feeling that wouldn't go. Something was wrong. Khimav couldn't pinpoint exactly where, but something indeed was. Members of the ex chief's faction weren't stupid enough to pull such risky moves. They must've figured out by now that they weren't wanted by the…
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