Karl was also watching her expression change. Facing little Carl, I felt shame, embarrassment, confusion, and a hint of fear, all kinds of complicated emotions came together. Elves are more slender than humans, and in front of them, little Carl looks like a hideous monster. She didn't dare to look at her daughter. She struggled to open her mouth and imitated Hill. She carefully stuck out her tongue and after it stuck to her daughter's, her body trembled. The young mother stood there in a daze, forgetting what to do next. "Help her." Carl felt a little wet. The biggest advantage of the elves is probably that they look young. Even Angelina, who is a mother, looks about the same age as Saint Chris, but her temperament has a lot more gentle charm of a young mother. "Yes, Master." Hill narrowed his eyes, walked behind Angelina and knelt down, pressed his body against her back, stretched out his hand and supported her chin from behind. Angelina shuddered and closed her eyes, which made her feel less embarrassed. Hill's actions were not gentle. He held her chin with one hand and pressed the back of her head with the other hand, pressing it towards Karl, while pressing her chin and closing her mouth. Carl felt a wave of wetness.
Angelina was like a puppet, enduring the embarrassment and being led by Hill. Tears rolled down her eyes. For the sake of her daughter, she knew this was just the beginning. Hill appreciated her embarrassed expression and deliberately stuck out his tongue. Carl also appreciated the sticky feeling of the snow-white-skinned purebred elf and the brown-skinned dark elf serving him together. Not far away there was a beautiful little girl with her eyes closed and her whole body trembling. Visually, the impact is strong. Angelina is just a side dish, and the real experience goes to Hill, who works harder than usual in this tolerance and mud. She suddenly spat it out and held the back of Angelina's head. "Huh..." Carl shuddered. "Woo..." Angelina wanted to open her mouth, but her chin was held tightly by Hill. Her face looked extremely ugly, but she didn't dare to make too loud a sound so that her daughter would hear it. After Carl finished shivering, Hill patiently cleaned Carl while holding Angelina's mouth tightly. After Hill cleaned Carl, he immediately kissed Angelina on the mouth, and amid her suppressed struggle, he swallowed it with a "gulp" in her throat. "Huh... Ugh..." Angelina covered her mouth with her slender hands and retched awkwardly. Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. She felt painful and embarrassed. At this moment, she realized that she had lost a piece of her soul. "Okay, let's get here now." Carl straightened his clothes. He could clearly feel that the power of the "Time Stop Field" had increased by about one tenth. Sure enough, this classic way of playing is more effective in increasing strength. His "time stop" upgrade mechanism is very confusing. If you randomly pick up a passerby on the street, there will be almost no improvement, but for a new race like Angelina, a new mother-daughter game, the improvement is obvious. Angelina was stunned when she heard this, she covered her mouth and squeezed out a trembling voice from between her teeth: "Thank... Thank you." At least for now, Karl has kept his promise and has not touched her daughter.
Angelina quickly wiped the residue from the corner of her mouth, then wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with her palms, forced out a gentle smile, walked quickly to her daughter Pearl, and held her in her arms: "Pearl, it's okay. It's okay." Pearl's small body was trembling. When she felt her mother's warm embrace, her body trembled violently, as if she had grabbed her backbone. The sense of security made her collapse instantly. Tears welled up in her red eyes, and she finally burst into tears with a "wow". The crying only lasted for a moment. Pearl quickly clenched her teeth and swallowed back the rest of her crying, as if she was afraid that her fragility would make her mother even more worried. Angelina hugged her daughter tightly, touched her head gently, and whispered: "It's okay, it's okay." Hill looked at the heartwarming scene between mother and daughter, watching coldly, a sneer on his lips and a flash of malice in his eyes. Carl noticed that when Pearl was in her mother's arms, she secretly glanced at him with strong hatred in her eyes, but that hatred was quickly concealed by her. Carl instantly found it interesting that the little elf girl was unexpectedly smart. I'm looking forward to seeing how hard I'll be on myself as I continue to humiliate her mother. He quietly unlocked "Time Stop." Carl turned around first, and Hill followed closely with an unfathomable smile on his face. Angelina looked down at Pearl and gave her daughter a reassuring smile. Then, she took Pearl's little hand and followed Carl carefully. She had secretly made up her mind that she could sacrifice everything as long as Carl promised not to touch Pearl. The three of them walked out of the hall one after another. Aisha and Roy had been standing in the distance, and they were stunned when they saw this scene. "It's only been five minutes since we went in. So fast?" Aisha's eyes flashed with a smile. She turned to look at Roy: "Caesar killed Carl to avenge his father. The Brotherhood will take over the city of San Marino." Roy nodded: "Yes, Captain." The killing continued in the city and the slums were filled with the smell of blood. The lower-class residents of the slums, armed with bloody weapons, joined the so-called "engineering teams" and began infrastructure construction. When half a day's work is over, the wages are received from the ferocious supervisors. They were confused. There is actually a salary, and it’s paid daily. Meanwhile, a ridiculous drama was taking place in the City Lord's Mansion. In the torture chamber. Amanda's top was taken off, revealing her snow-white skin, and her body was tied to a special iron chair with chains. Chapter 85 Torture
In the torture room of San Marino City, dim lights flickered on the damp and cold stone walls, casting mottled shadows. The air was filled with a nauseating mixed smell of decay and blood. When Amanda woke up, she realized that she was tied to an iron chair, her clothes were torn off, revealing her snow-white skin. She glanced at the torture instruments placed randomly in the room. These torture instruments were of strange shapes, some were rusty, and some still had dark red blood stains. Just by taking a glance, one can imagine the unforgettable pain these things once brought to the tortured. "Shh, don't talk." Hill looked relaxed and picked up a rusty little hammer with bloodstains on the hammer. Hill glanced at Amanda's exposed chest. Then he turned to look at Karl: "Master, you can first pad her chest with an iron plate, and then use this small hammer to hit her again and again..." As she spoke, a sick look flashed in her eyes: "She could watch her body being torn apart and turned into a pile of rotten flesh." Amanda's body trembled, causing the chains to make a slight clinking sound. Karl raised his eyes and said, "This is too extreme. I don't want her to die so soon." "Master, look at this." Hill picked up a serrated clamp, "This is used to clamp her teeth. With a gentle pull, all her teeth can be pulled out." Hill demonstrated as he spoke, the teeth of the clamp flashing coldly under the light. "Master, you must have never tried a mouth without teeth. It's very comfortable~" Carl's expression was subtle. He could see that Hill was very excited. This dark elf had always behaved rationally and calmly. But after entering the torture room, her eyes were obviously crazier than outside. It's confirmed, this guy has a problem. "Master, don't you like it?" Hill seemed to enjoy the introduction process. She picked up another whip with barbs: "This whip will tear your skin and flesh apart with one blow, but these special thorns are so deep that they can only tear the muscles without hurting the internal organs. After the whipping, a simple healing spell is all that is needed to stop the wound from getting worse." Carl looked at the barbs on the whip with a subtle expression. He killed people cleanly and neatly, so he felt a little uncomfortable seeing these real executions. "Master, do you want to try it?" Hill held the barbed whip in both hands and handed it to Carl. Carl shook his head. If these were props used for playing in his previous life, he would still try, but these were real torture instruments. He's not a pervert, so how could he possibly use it? However, this didn't stop him from thinking of some new ways to improve his Time Stop skill proficiency: "Call Angelina." "Yes." Seeing that he was not interested, Hill's eyes flashed with disappointment. He lowered his head, hiding his emotions, and turned to convey Carl's order. Not long after, the sound of high heels hitting the ground was heard in the dark dungeon. Angelina was wearing a black silk gauze dress, her slender legs were tightly wrapped in black stockings, and her long hair was tied up. It was obvious that she had been dressed up carefully. This outfit was, of course, Karl's request. The pure white elf looks really good in transparent black stockings. When she saw the horrifying torture instruments around her, her body trembled involuntarily.
But he quickly pretended to be calm, walked quickly to Carl, and bowed deeply. "My Lord, what do you need me to do?" There was a tremor in Angelina's voice. When she was called, she was mentally prepared to be tortured. Karl did not let her daughter come, which made her somewhat grateful. Of course, she didn't know that Carl was in a time-stop field that only allowed three people to move normally. Karl casually threw the whip in his hand to Angelina: "Let's play a game." He pointed at Amanda, who was tied to the rack, and said, "Go and beat her." Angelina shuddered, holding a spiked whip, and walked up to Amanda. Amanda raised her head, looking at the long whip flashing with cold light in Angelina's hand with fear and pleading eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "No...don't." Her emotions were on the verge of collapse and tears welled up in her eyes. Angelina's hand holding the whip was shaking. She looked into Amanda's eyes, raised the whip and put it down again, over and over again, but she still couldn't make up her mind. She slowly turned to Karl and begged: “Hold…I’m sorry, I can’t do it.” “I remember I said.” Carl narrowed his eyes: “If you don’t obey my orders, let your daughter take your place.” "No!" Angelina held the whip tightly, her eyes pleading, her teeth clenched, her voice trembling: "No! I...I am willing to take her place." Karl narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Oh? Okay, then it's as you wish." Seeing this, Hill hurried forward and intended to take the whip from Angelina. But Carl waved his hand, signaling Hill to leave. He looked at Amanda and said coldly, "Untie her and you will do the whipping." Amanda was stunned, and her face instantly became extremely ugly. "My patience is limited." Carl's voice seemed to come from hell, without a trace of warmth, and Amanda shivered involuntarily. Amanda tremblingly took the whip from Hill's hand and looked at Angelina, only to see that she had turned away with her back to her. "S-sorry." Amanda apologized softly. The long whip drew an arc in the air, and with a crisp "snap" sound, it hit Angelina's back hard. Angelina's veil was torn by the barbs, and her skin was instantly torn and blood splattered. She screamed in pain, her body trembled violently, and she knelt heavily on the ground. Her body kept twitching. Suddenly, there was a "puff" sound of water spurting out, and the severe pain made her lose control of her muscles for an instant. Angelina's tears streamed down her cheeks and she twitched in pain. Karl was interested, and one whip made it like this: “There are nine more whips.” Angelina said nothing and stood up shakily.
"Master." Hill suddenly came closer. The dark elf's brown skin glowed glossy under the candlelight in the torture chamber, and her eyes were filled with strong aggressiveness. As she moved, the little bell on her chest made a crisp sound. She turned around on her own initiative, leaning on the wooden frame where the prisoners were held like a dog, and handed an iron rod to Karl. The dungeon was filled with Angelina's suppressed moans of pain, Amanda's sobs, and Hill's meaningless gasps. Carl felt the power of "Time Stop" rising. Sure enough, classic gameplay never goes out of style.