The psychological impact will be even stronger.
Carl enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped, and suddenly the feeling of fighting with the Invisible Daughter Matrix emerged in his mind.
That kind of gentle and tolerant feeling like a mother.
It's obviously an evil god.
But the experience was not just physical, it gave him a psychological sense of security he had never experienced before.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have been confused and got screwed more than a dozen times.
If his physical fitness was a little worse, he would have died on the spot.
As Karl thought about it, he held Chris's head down hard, regardless of her desperate struggles.
The time stop ends.
"We'll set off tomorrow morning. We have to get there before Aisha does." As Sylvie spoke, she noticed that something was wrong with Chris. In the firelight, her face was extremely pale, and she was covering her chin with her hand, as if she was in pain.
Sylvie couldn't help but frowned: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you injured?"
Chris shook her head with difficulty, her expression becoming increasingly ugly.
She covered her mouth, her voice seemed to be blocked by something in her throat, and became hoarse: "No, I'm a little tired."
Sylvie's eyes flashed with doubt. She felt that Chris was obviously not in a good state, but out of trust, she nodded and said, "Okay, go to bed early. I'll keep watch."
Chris nodded and said nothing more.
She turned and walked to a tree trunk nearby, leaned against it and closed her eyes. They were escaping in an emergency and naturally did not bring a tent.
Her throat moved slightly, as if she was trying to swallow something.
By the campfire, only Sylvie and Carl were left.
Sylvie secretly glanced at Carl who was sitting next to her and saw that he had his eyes slightly closed and his expression was calm, as if he was thinking seriously.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at least this powerful dragon did not show any abnormality.
Her tense nerves relaxed a little.
She didn’t want to look at Karl all the time. Karl now made her feel extremely complicated.
There is no doubt that Karl is the murderer of her father, but he also saved her life, and now he looks like a child.
As a farm girl, she has no resistance to children.
Sylvie half-closed her eyes, taking a rest and keeping watch at the same time.
Unlike the calmness on the surface, Karl's heart was not calm.
Through the experiment just now, it is confirmed that improving the level of the time stop field is indeed a professional behavior.
He had just stopped Chris's time, acting out the behavior that the little boy often did to the mature woman who was sitting elegantly on the tram seat in the time-stop comic.
Carl could clearly feel the improvement in experience.
But the improvement has been significantly reduced.
He also figured out some rules. When performing the same posture on the same woman, his strength would not increase, and even if it was a different posture, there would be a diminishing effect.
Carl could feel that this was also related to the strength of the object itself.
A problem arises here.
If he wants to become stronger, he has to keep using new methods to develop different strong women.
This will undoubtedly increase the danger and will also be a challenge to his posture reserves.
"Oh." Carl sighed lightly. Even if there was danger, he could not retreat. He had to purify the Invisible Girl.
Time comes the next day.
"This is the city of San Marino." Sylvie looked at the tall city walls in front of her, compared to the Wind Chime City which was built because of the gathering of merchants.
The city of San Marino is an important military route of the empire. Its towering city walls are an indestructible barrier.
Adventurers of all kinds come in an endless stream, making the place very lively.
Sylvie exhaled lightly: "Great, it seems we arrived in time."
Chris was not as optimistic as her. She shook her head slightly: "Aisha is a chess player. She will arrange everything before taking action. If her next target is here, then her chess pieces must have been placed here."
Chris glanced at Karl from the corner of her eye and said softly:
"Let's go. I have already sent a message to the church using mystical techniques last night. Now let's go meet the captain of the Paladin stationed here."
Carl was also looking around, searching for his target.
Unfortunately, they are all low-level adventurers.
The three of them walked through the busy streets and entered a dark alley after several turns. Deep in the alley, a figure stood quietly.
She is a tall woman with short hair, heroic and extraordinary temperament.
She folded her arms, leaned against the wall, and looked at the people coming in with a sharp gaze: "Chris, I need an explanation. Why did you ask me to meet in a place like this?"
"La Belle, I'm sorry." Chris stepped forward and said, "I can't be sure if there are any enemies in the church. You are the only one I can trust."
Of course, Chris wasn't telling the whole truth. She chose to meet here not just for safety reasons.
There are many beautiful priests in the church. She couldn't imagine how those beautiful girls would lose their virginity if she brought Carl to the church.
Carl probably wouldn't be very interested in a woman like Labelle who is more androgynous.
Carl looked at the muscular curves on Labelle's arms and his eyes lit up. Isn't this a new way to play?
"Time stops."
Chapter 32 How to play
Labelle's short golden hair hangs down, covering a pair of sword-like eyebrows. There is a heroic air between her brows. If you look closely, you can see that she is very beautiful.
The male adventurer is over meters tall and wears leather armor, which makes him look very heroic.
“Fuck, I can’t even reach it.” Karl wanted to taste the mouth of this heroic beauty, but when he stood on tiptoe, he couldn’t even reach her mouth.
Fortunately, time was stopped and he had enough time to play slowly.
Carl reached out his little hand and slipped it into Labelle's clothes, feeling the touch of her skin around her waist, and pulled her clothes up to expose her belly.
Different from the soft and flat abdomen of ordinary women.
The curves of her six-pack abs can be clearly seen on her abdomen.
Carl couldn't help but put his hand on it and stroke it gently, feeling a mixture of softness and toughness in his palm.
He rubbed it for a while, put his face on it and kissed it.
Then he ripped open his pants with his other hand.
“So clean.”
Karl reached out his hand and felt it. Judging from the touch from his fingertips, it should be innate.
He side-glanced at Chris, feeling very disappointed. Look at how clean the other paladins are, but you, a saint, are so sloppy.
Carl didn't withdraw his hand until he felt something sticky on his fingertips.
He is not a small head controlling a big head. After losing the skill "invisible", it is very inconvenient for him. Now his first priority is to purify a symbiote.
The "Invisible Woman" put too much pressure on him.
He really couldn't be sure whether the person in front of him had a symbiote in his body.
He held the purification artifact, placed it on Labelle, and slid it along the depression.
The easiest way to identify.
Just put the purification artifact into the other person's body. If there is no purification option prompted, she is naturally safe.
"call..."
Carl held Labelle's long legs with his two little hands.
It’s not that he has a foot fetish, but given his height, he has to stand on tiptoe to perform the purification ritual. Fortunately, the dragon whip is long enough, otherwise he really can’t reach it.
Soon, a feeling of mud came.
Carl felt it carefully. He had fought with the female centaur before. The sticky feeling that the symbiote gave to people was completely different from that of a normal person.
As the examination progressed, he had come to the conclusion that Labelle had not been infected by the communal body and was trustworthy.
But he also found that it was difficult to purify the artifact any further.
Of course, if you try hard, you can do it by force.
But it would make Labelle suspicious, so there's no need to create unnecessary complications.
Carl took back the artifact and glanced at Chris. He decided to let the saint suffer.
The time stop ends.
Chris suddenly felt a familiar swelling sensation in her abdomen, her face darkened, and she skillfully closed her legs to prevent leakage.
The tearing sensation is gone, but there is still some swelling.
Chris was annoyed and helpless, and she realized a cruel fact.
Her body was gradually adapting to Carl's size.
Although he was upset, his facial expression did not change much as he continued, "It is an unknown creature. Unless the brain of the parasite is destroyed, the body can regenerate infinitely."
"Without any preparation, if Aisha chooses to attack San Marino City, even if it is a military fortress, it will be difficult to resist."
Labelle didn't answer immediately, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
There was a strange sticky feeling between my feet.
She frowned and looked around vigilantly. Her eyes quickly swept across Karl's face and saw Karl's cute and tender appearance.
His gaze did not linger for too long. After all, what bad intentions could a little boy have?
Chris noticed Labelle's reaction.
Her expression immediately turned ugly and her fists clenched unconsciously.
She immediately understood that when time stopped, Carl not only hurt her, but also his good friend.
But looking at Labelle's reaction now, it seems to be just ordinary procrastination.
This made Chris secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
"I understand your concerns." Labelle looked around and then looked away: "But for this kind of corps-level mobilization, we don't have enough weight. Bishop Victoria must reach an agreement with the Earl."
"If it is inconvenient for you to show up now, I can convey everything you just said to Bishop Victoria."
"Okay." Chris thought for a moment and nodded. She didn't have any other ideas: "I'll wait for your news in the tavern."
"Do you need me to take this child back to the church?" Labelle pointed at Carl.
She thought Carl was an orphan that Chris met by chance.
Such orphans are not uncommon. Whenever Chris encounters one, she will take it back to the church to raise it.
Chris was stunned when she heard this, and quickly shook her head: "No need, he has good talent, I plan to bring him with me to teach him."
Labelle looked at Chris's flustered expression, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
It was the first time she saw Chris look so panicked, as if she was afraid that she would snatch the little boy away.
Labelle's eyes swept gently across Carl's tender and cute face, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth. He did not continue to ask: "You should go and rest first."
Everyone watched Labelle leave.
Chris turned her head and saw Sylvie, who was standing beside her with something on her mind. She noticed that Sylvie had been silent.
Obviously something is wrong.
Chris wanted to ask, but she felt a swollen and uncomfortable feeling in her abdomen. Even though she tried her best to tighten her muscles, some of it leaked out.
It flowed down her thighs. Fortunately, she was wearing a nun's uniform outside, so she didn't have to worry about being exposed.
She was now slowly beginning to get used to the mess beneath her nun's uniform.
"Let's go to the pub first." Chris said softly, her voice tired.
