Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

"Natasha sister..."

Teresa’s heart, like an invisible claw, kneaded.

Although she and Naxisha, the head of the maids, are not too familiar with the Princess Axia.

But the other party's hearty character and bold martial arts gave her a very deep impression.

Natasha and the dragon girl Hera, one of the articles, is the leader of the harem group, and the tree that shelters the wind and rain for the sisters.

But now, Natasha, a tree that looks like a leafy and invincible, has become this look.

Perceived that Teresa was from her heart for her distress, Natasha barely opened her eyes, smirked, and her lips twitched a few times.

Princess Asha has been taking care of her, listening to her ear, and then relaying it to Teresa: "Sister Natasha asks you, the first time you step into the real battlefield, is there any fear in your heart? Don't be afraid, nothing, in black Under the leadership of Jack, we must be victorious, and what we should be afraid of is the enemy."

"I'm not afraid."

Teresa bit her lip and shook her head firmly, looking at the bandage on Natasha. "I am just worried about Natasha's sister - does your injury not matter?"

"It doesn't matter."

Princess Axia listened to a few words and continued to retell, "Some little injuries, not in the way, Natasha's older sister has become accustomed to it. In the past, on the battlefield, she has suffered more serious injuries, as long as she applies blessing and healing, and soon It will heal.

"The most important thing is the career of Black Jack. For Black Jack, it doesn't matter if you hurt again."

Black Jack, Black Jack, Black Jack!

Teresa’s heart was like knocking over seven or eighty seasoning bottles and magic potions. I don’t know what it’s like.

She is very clear that the so-called blessing and healing are not omnipotent. Although it can be cured in a short time, it is at the cost of consuming vitality. Moreover, the faster the recovery, the more vitality is consumed.

Like Natasha, the head of the maids, she desperately wants to recover from the night, so the vitality she will consume is simply a terrible astronomical number.

She regards herself as a burning torch, even if it burns to ashes, it must illuminate the path of Black Jack.

Is it worth it?

"But, Black Jack is not coming to see you, and you!"

Teresa looked at the injured sisters 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 with a calm face, "Black Jack is working with Queen Medusa to discuss business."

"Business cooperation?"

Teresa sneered. "Do you know where they are discussing?"

"knew."

Princess Axia said, "On the bed of Queen Medusa."

"Hey?"

Teresa was stunned and stuttered. "You, you know?"

"Of course I know, and I am very supportive."

Princess Asha smiled. "With the charm of Black Jack, there is no woman at the end of the world to resist. Queen Medusa was conquered by him. What strange?

"Moreover, we are alone, go deep into the devil world, and always make some trustworthy allies. The Medusa is one of the six tribes of the **** demon world, but it is known for its medical skills and transformation, lacking fierce combat power, just right. We are complementary and are the most suitable allies.

"So, Black Jack and the Queen of Medusa are both imaginary and arrogant, and they are all normal. Why should Teresa care so much?"

Teresa really heard the thunder in her head, a blank, and I don’t know what to say.

She looked at the Princess Axia and looked at Natasha, the head of the maids who were wrapped up in the mummies. It was difficult to set the channel: "Sister Natasha, you, you paid so much for Black Jack, and almost all of them were unloaded by the enemy." Now that your injury has not healed, Black Jack rolls into the bed with other women. You really, your heart is really a little... No fluctuations?"

Natasha’s eyes glanced.

Immediately, it showed a calm and almost demented smile.

Her lips moved a few times.

Princess Asha smiled and said: "The older sister Natasha said that she was brutally scared because she had been fighting for years. It was very unsightly. She was not qualified to get the favor of Black Jack. If Queen Medusa can replace her to meet Black Jack, That is her happiest thing.

"Teresa, speaking, why are you so excited, isn't it... Are you praising Queen Tussaud?

"Don't be like this, you have to get used to this. You are not the first woman of Black Jack, and you will never be the last one. Black Jack is such a hero who is unparalleled. There are naturally endless women around him. He is like It’s the sun, how can it let a small flower monopolize all the sunshine? We can all get the rain and the sun, it’s already a great happiness.”

In a word, all the sisters laughed.

Sure enough, watching their calm and hearty smile, even if they knew that Black Jack was going through the rain with Queen Medusa, there was no such thing as a bit of awkwardness.

This smile, but sees Teresa all over the body.

She really wants to hold on to the girls' collars and scream, and ask them: "Are you still human? Are you really a machine with human skin? Do you still have the emotions that normal humans should have?"

But she squinted for a long time, and after all, she did not ask for an exit, but she was picking up the curtain and rushing out.

Teresa was upset and walked away in the medical camp of the Medusa.

Looking around the blue-faced fangs, even the odd-shaped demon, or screaming, or cursing loudly, even crying, she feels that they are more like a living, flesh-and-blood person than Black Jack's harem.

Princess Axia rushed to catch up.

"Sister Teresa, what happened to you?"

Princess Axia is suspicious. "Is there anything wrong with it, is it stimulated on the battlefield? Your mood is fluctuating!"

"I--"

There is a thousand words in the heart of Theresa.

But I don't know how to talk to Princess Axia.

She was filled with indignation and wanted to do her best to wake up the sisters of Princess Axia, but she did not know where to start.

Full of indignation, as if turned into sharp ice, smashed between the chest and abdomen, all the way down the lower abdomen.

"I, my stomach hurts."

It’s not an illusion. It’s really painful. Teresa’s forehead oozes cold sweat, holds the lower abdomen, and squats down, but she can’t even hold it. She simply sits on the ground with no eyes and crosses her legs. Squeeze your abdomen.

She felt wet under her ass.

Damn, this is the feeling she has never experienced before. What is going on, is it because of internal injuries on the battlefield, and now it’s going to happen?

"Damn!"

Princess Asha was a little surprised first. When she saw Teresa's culottes, a blush gradually expanded, and she suddenly realized, "Teresa, no wonder you are in a bad mood, temper, you have been cursed by the devil!"