Forty Millenniums of Cultivation: Han Te Biography (37) Cursed by the Devil

"Sister Natasha ..."

Theresa's heart, like being invisible by claws, was squeezed hard.

Although compared to Princess Asha, she and Natasha, the head of the maid, are not too familiar.

But the other party ’s hearty character and bold martial arts left a deep impression on her.

Natasha and the dragon girl Hera, one article and one martial art, are the leaders of the harem group, and they are the trees that shelter the sisters from the wind and rain.

But now, Natasha's seemingly leafy, invincible tree has become this look.

Perceiving that Theresa was heartbroken for her, Natasha reluctantly opened her puffy eyes, grinned, and twitched her lips slightly.

Princess Asha has been taking care of her by her side, listening carefully, and relaying to Teresa: "Sister Natasha asks you, is it a bit scary to step into the real battlefield for the first time? Don't be afraid, it's okay Under the leadership of Lord Black Jack, we must be victorious, and the enemy should be afraid. "

"I am not afraid."

Theresa bit her lip and shook her head firmly, looking at the bandage on Natasha's body and saying, "I'm just, worried about Sister Natasha-does your injury matter?"

"It doesn't matter."

Princess Asha listened a few words and continued to retell, "Some minor injuries, no hindrance. Sister Natasha is used to it. In the past, on the battlefield, she had suffered more serious injuries, as long as she was blessed and healed. And will heal soon.

"The most important thing is Master Black Jack ’s career. For Master Black Jack, even a serious injury does not matter."

Black Jack, Black Jack, and Black Jack again!

Theresa seems to have knocked over a dozen 7-8 condiment bottles and magic drugs bottles in her heart. I do n’t know what the taste is.

She knows very well that the so-called blessing and healing techniques are not omnipotent. Although they can make people recover in a short period of time, they are at the expense of vitality. Moreover, the faster the recovery rate, the more vitality is consumed.

As desperate as Natasha, the head of the maid, she definitely wants to restore her condition overnight, then the vitality she will consume is a terrible astronomical figure.

She treats herself as an burning fiercely torch. Even if it is burnt to ashes, she will illuminate the road of Black Jack.

Is it worth it?

"However, Lord Black Jack does not come to see you, and you!"

Theresa looked at the wounded sisters all around and finally couldn't help but blurt out, "You don't know what Black Jack is doing!"

"We know."

On behalf of the sisters, Princess Asha said calmly, "Master Black Jack is discussing with Queen Medusa about cooperation."

"Discuss cooperation?"

Theresa sneered, "Do you know, where do they discuss?"

"I know."

Princess Ashe said, "On Queen Medusa's bed."

"Hey?"

Theresa stunned and stuttered, "You, do you even know?"

"Of course I know, and very supportive."

Princess Ashe smiled, "With the charm of Master Black Jack, there is no woman under the world to resist. Queen Medusa was conquered by him. What's so strange?

"Besides, we are alone, we have to go deep into Demon Sector, and we must always make some trusted allies. The Medusa is one of the six major tribes in the **** battle Demon Sector, but it is known for its medical skills and transformation techniques, and it lacks combat of aggressive Power, which is complementary to us, is the most suitable ally candidate.

"So, Master Black Jack and Queen Medusa are all pretty normal, and why are you so worried about Theresa?"

Theresa really heard the thunder rolling in her mind, blank, and she didn't know what to say.

She looked at Princess Asha, and Natasha, the head of the maid soldiers wrapped in mummies. It was hard to believe: "Sister Natasha, you, you paid so much for Black Jack, and you were almost overwhelmed by the enemy. Unload eight pieces, and now your injuries are not cured, Black Jack and other women roll onto the bed, you really, you really have a little bit of heart ... No fluctuation? "

Natasha's eyes dimmed.

Smilingly calm and almost demented again.

Her lips moved a few times.

Princess Asya smiled and said: "Sister Natasha said that she was scarred because of years of battle, and she was very unsightly. She would not have been worthy of Black Jack ’s favor, if Queen Medusa could meet her. Black Jack, that's her happiest thing.

"Teresa, why are you so excited, do you ... are you jealous of Queen Medusa?

"Do n’t be like this, get used to this, you are not the first woman of Lord Black Jack, and you will never be the last one-Lord Black Jack is a unique hero, there will naturally be endless women around him He is like the sun. How could a certain flower monopolize all the sunlight? It is a great happiness for us to be able to get the rain and dew to get a ray of sunlight. "

In a word, all the sisters laughed.

Sure enough, looking at their calm and hearty smiles, even if they knew that Black Jack was going through the clouds with Queen Medusa, there was no jealousy or strangeness.

This smile makes Teresa feel cold all over.

She really wanted to grab the collars of these girls and shake them desperately, and asked them fiercely: "Are you still Human Race, are you really a machine with human skin, do you still have the emotions that normal Human Race should have Is it? "

But she stared at for a long time's eyes. After all, she didn't ask for an exit, but she picked a curtain and rushed out angrily.

Theresa is upset and walks around in the Medusa medical camp.

Looking at those green-faced fangs, even the odd-shaped demons, or yelling loudly, or cursing loudly, or even crying, she felt that they were more like living, **** and flesh people than Black Jack ’s harem.

Princess Ashe hurried up.

"Sister Theresa, what's wrong with you Ah?"

Princess Asya was suspicious, "Is there anything wrong, is it stimulated on the battlefield, your mood fluctuates so much!"

"I-"

Theresa has a thousand words in her heart.

But I do n’t know how to talk to Princess Asha.

She was filled with indignation and wanted to do her best to wake up sisters such as Princess Asha, but she didn't know where to start.

Full of indignation, as if turning into sharp ice, twisting and twisting between the chest and abdomen, falling all the way to the lower abdomen.

"I, my stomach hurts."

It ’s not an illusion, it ’s really painful, Theresa ’s forehead oozes cold sweat, holding her lower abdomen, and squatted down, but she could n’t even squat. She simply sat on the ground with a bare butt, split Legs, rub the lower abdomen hard.

She felt wet under her butt.

Damn, this is a feeling she has never experienced. What is going on, is it because she suffered internal injuries on the battlefield and only now?

"Oops!"

Princess Axia was a little surprised, seeing Teresa's skirt pants, gradually expanded, she suddenly realized, "Theresa, no wonder you are in a bad mood, you lose your temper, you are cursed by the devil. ! "