Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

......

A floating plot of land high in the sky.

Chen Zhou grabbed Mandela's face and pressed her to the ground with one hand.

"Abrana sent you to assassinate me?"

He looked down at the cat with no expression on his face.

I thought there couldn't be two tigers in one mountain, unless one was male and the other was female. I didn't expect Shen Chi to find me and was ready to kill me.

"Heh, who do you think you are? You want to trick me?" Mandela gritted her teeth, like a righteous knight, with contempt in her eyes.

"Ha, quite sharp."

Chen Zhou grinned and suddenly released the hand that was holding Mandela.

At the same time, with a thought, the deep pool elites surrounding the suspended land suddenly screamed and fell from the sky in unison.

"Mandela, have you ever heard of a bungee jumping machine?"

The low, teasing voice, like the devil's whispers from the dark abyss, kept revolving in Mandela's ears.

"Do you think they will turn into meat patties if they fall down?" He squatted down and patted Mandela's little face frivolously.

Chen Zhou's eyes flashed with anticipation, and he admired with interest the pale-faced, cursing sister Feilin in front of him.

Die! Die! Die!

Why is this plot of land all steel?!

Mandela stared at Draco in extreme humiliation, gritting his teeth and yelling, "Stop it right now!"

"You don't really think I'm kidding you?"

Draco's mouth curled up in a playful manner, and he raised his hand, and the elite soldier who had fallen into the deep pool before floated up again.

What made Mandela's eyes dull was that the floating people... were missing!

"Dead, dead, the deputy captain is dead!"

The soldier in Shenchi, with messy hair, had a water stain on his crotch.

The soldier shuddered at the thought of his companions exploding like watermelons, and began to babble as if he had gone mad.

Mandela's expression completely fell.

"This is the price of assassination." Chen Zhou waved his hand expressionlessly, and the second round of jumping off the building game began.

"what!!!"

Miserable screams came from below, getting farther and farther away.

"I said! I said!"

Mandela covered her ears and trembled all over, and her cute little ears drooped.

Hey kid, you can’t cover all four ears with two hands.

Almost made me laugh.

"The leader just wants to..." The cat that loves his soldiers like his own children hadn't finished speaking.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded above my head.

"Kneel down."

Chen Zhou looked down at her, a happy smile blooming on the corner of his mouth.

For some reason, looking at those heart-throbbing blue eyes, Mandela suddenly felt a strong sense of suffocation in his heart.

That feeling of indifference is like looking at a crawling insect on the ground, it comes from the heart and is natural.

Familiar, just like the look a leader of Shenchi gives his subordinates.

She couldn't muster up any resistance at all. She trembled as if enduring great humiliation, her body gradually bent, and she fell to her knees.

"good."

Chen Zhou stopped the Deep Pool Elite from jumping off the building, and at the same time stretched out his leg and kicked Mandela into the OTZ posture.

Then, just like Ainz Ooal Gown punishing Shalltear, he crossed his legs and sat directly on her back, playing with her scepter in his hand.

"Tell me why you're here."

"leader...."

Mandela buried her face deep in the ground, and her dignity fell from the clouds, her body shaking at an exaggerated frequency.

"I believe you are the key to continuing the Draco bloodline, so... I took the initiative to capture you."

Even if his ears were pinched by the damned Chen Zhou, the loyal Mandela would not reveal the leader's name!

No, his strength is even more exaggerated than the leader's, and he cannot cause trouble for the leader.

"Okay, since everything is your own decision." Chen Zhou patted Xie Maomao's hip and suddenly raised his hand high.

What is he doing?

Mandela felt a little flustered when he didn't come.

Then he caught a glimpse of an iron rod coming as expected and flying straight into Chen Zhou's hand.

Then blue flames emerged from his hands, burning along the iron rod and melting the end of it into a ? shape.

Looking at the fire stick that looked like a branding iron, Mandela instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Wait, what are you going to do? Didn't the Reunion Movement say you were a good person?"

nice guy?

I, Chen Zhou, just have principles.

He is not a gentleman.

There are ways to deal with bad seeds.

"Mandela, as a reward for assassinating the Reunion Movement, this is a temporary gift I forged for you."

Chen Zhou pressed Mandela to the ground, and flames spurted out of his palms. The fire stick became redder and emitted scalding hot steam.

"With this mark, you are considered one of us. Don't worry, I will choose a place where no one can see you. Even your leader won't know."

It's sizzling!

"Ahhhh!!!"

Chapter 66: Seeking the Wind of Tara

Hearing Mandela's screams, unlike his previous cold and ruthless attitude, Draco, with the fire stick floating beside him, actually smiled with enjoyment.

It was as if hearing the bad cat's howling made him feel extremely happy and joyful.

"Kneel down."

The fire stick was spinning around Draco. Looking at Mandela, who was lying on the ground with tears streaming down her face and a broken expression, Chen Zhou's voice fell softly.

These words frightened Mandela so much that she pursed her lips with difficulty. When she was about to cry, she immediately rubbed her eyes to stop the tears.

Expression management has been taken to the extreme.

Then, she slowly arched her body and transformed into Shalltear again.

Draco nodded in satisfaction and sat down.

"Mandela, Mandela."

Chen Zhou reviewed the plot, stroking the cat ears on Film, and muttered to himself:

"Instead of letting you die in Londinium, you'd better stay in the Reunion and be my dog. Abrana wouldn't look down on you anyway."

angry!

Mandela frowned and didn't believe Drake's one-sided statement at all.

She is the leader's right-hand man, a powerful cadre with three thousand subordinates.

How could the leader look down on her?

But now it was difficult for her to leave the Reunion Movement. How could she face the leader empty-handed? She could only slowly guide Chen Zhou towards the Shenchi troops.

Right, that is it.

And not to obey, but only to guide him.

Just as she was comforting herself in this way, her body suddenly stiffened and she felt a pair of hands on her thighs, gently stroking the smooth white silk.

He lowered his head mechanically, his cheeks turning red, and Mandela buried his head in the ground in shame.

"I heard that you hate the nobles, who almost killed you in the sewers, but in fact, you really want to be a noble and enjoy bossing others around."

Wuqing pointed out Mandela's twisted psychology, while occupying the other's Yuzu, and visible joy appeared on his face.

The secret to longevity for modern people - wear white silk, wear black silk, take it off.

Mandela had a pair of beautiful legs and feet, with round and lovely knees and smooth soles, plump and full with white silk. Like lilies in full bloom in summer, they were beautiful and elegant, alluring and attractive, but only so far.

"Well." Mandela gritted his teeth, trembling with humiliation, and retorted: "I am not."

Chen Zhou smiled without saying anything. He stretched out his hand and the fire stick disappeared into the clouds.

Then he whistled, and a white feathered beast flew over from a distance.

At the same time, he waved again, and a deep pool sergeant floated up from below and saw Mandela kneeling like a puppy at a glance.

No, don't look at me.

Mandela lowered her head in shame, her face flushed and her whole body trembling.

Chen Zhou smiled, grabbed the sergeant's white headscarf, and kicked him down.

He used flames to burn words on it and gave it to the feathered beast, asking it to pass it on to the infected warriors in Volsini.

......

The leader is busy, so let's entertain the Sunset Band first?

The infected warrior threw a coin to the feathered beast and hurried to find his commander Lappland.

"How about this, as a true Syracuse person, you go and tell the girls in the band that I'm treating them to authentic pizza." Lappland took the headscarf and said.

"Okay, okay."

The wait for Draco lasted for five hours. It was not until the sky gradually darkened that Chen Zhou floated down from the clouds with a refreshed look.

On the other side, Mandela returned to the hotel he had booked alone, his chest heaving violently, obviously extremely angry.

After being whipped for five hours, she still had to actively cater to the other party. This kind of humiliation was the first time in her life.

If it weren't for the final plea, who knows how long this war would have lasted.

She raised her hand angrily and punched the hotel mirror.

Fortunately, Chen Zhou released all his subordinates and asked them to tell Abrana that he understood her intentions.

"Chen Zhou!"

Mandela gritted her teeth and limped to the bathroom to cleanse the filth from her body. When she noticed the heart-shaped mark on her buttocks in the mirror, she was so angry that her heart was almost bleeding.

She could endure the pain in her body and the helplessness of having to bow to the other person, after all, the other person was good-looking, but if the leader knew about this mark, her life would be completely over.

Wait, what's even more terrifying is, what would the leader think of himself if he had Draco's child?

Using the name of being the post-election winner to actually strike first?

After a while of mental exhaustion, she finally calmed down.

After taking a shower, Mandela resumed her cool demeanor as a Deep Pool cadre, picked up the uniform and stockings on the bed and put them on, then headed to the location of the Integration Movement according to the address given by Chen Zhou.

......

A high-end restaurant in Syracuse.

Chen Zhou, Lappland, Chen Huijie and a few other cadres who came down from the floating island sat on one side.