The Cheshire cat lay on the quilt, narrowing his eyes and enjoying the caress from his hostess.

Beyonita hooked its tail with her flexible toes. The fat cat, covered in fat, immediately turned up to the sky, stretched its short limbs as much as possible, making a louder purr. Sometimes Salomon would be curious about the bionic movements of the Cheshire cat. In essence, the Cheshire cat is an external dimension creature that relies on his power to maintain the physical universe entity. It is an emotional fragment he selected and captured in the vast sea of ​​souls. It is shaped by him and his thinking in the real universe. Before this, this soul had never had body and self-consciousness, and it was even less likely to realize that it was a cat. Therefore, the Cheshire cat's bionic movements were extended based on self-cognition, and it was the influence of the real plane through flesh and blood on the soul, perfectly in line with the theory in alchemy.

But if someone uses this theory to explain why Cheshire cats are so greedy, it can only attract the emperor's sneer. The mythical angels, demons and elves are essentially no different from Cheshire cats. They do not need food from the real plane to maintain their bodies constructed by external energy. Cheshire cats are the few who maintain their complete material form for a long time, because the person who signed a contract with them has a lot of energy for it to waste. When Salomon walked into the bedroom with Joan of Arc's slender waist, the latter took off his clothes and walked towards the bathroom, and began to enjoy the bathtub prepared by Dinah for her, while Salomon walked towards Beyonetta, who was already wearing a black silk nightgown and lying on a pillow to read a book.

The Cheshire Cat barely opened his eyes and greeted Salomon.

Salomon twisted the back of the cat's neck and whispered something beside his ears that were constantly slapping, and then threw the 13 kilograms of fat cat against the walls that were covered with dark green linen wallpaper. The barrier of the material universe seemed meaningless to the external creatures. The translucent fat cat penetrated the wall like a flying shot put and rolled all the way out of several rooms. Milia obviously had not been asleep yet, and she was still making trouble - the Cheshire cat appeared at her bedside at a very fast speed, and there were cats flying everywhere and translucent spiritual dust floating around. The gray fat cat stretched out its nose and sniffed on her hair, confirming that this was its mission goal. This cat, which was bigger than the girl's head, blocked all Milia's sight, and the latter hugged the Cheshire cat without hesitation, while also buried her wet face in the short cat with blue-green stripes.

"The Cheshire Cat will tell Milia's bedtime story," Salomon said to the witch. He sat beside the bed and looked at the paper book in Beyonetta's hand. "Asimov, huh? I didn't expect you to like science fiction."

"I also have a rebellious period, and the witch doesn't always forget to throw lizards and bat claws in the cauldron." The black-haired witch raised her eyes from the paper book and couldn't help laughing. "I'm not a stingy guy. I'll hold a grudge until now after a fight with Milia." She threw away the book, held Salomon's shoulder, and leaned her head against his shoulder. "I just asked her to eat broccoli."

"Maybe we can consider making the vegetables better next time." Salomon kissed Beyonita's ears. The wet feeling and breathing made her feel itchy neck. "Milia's mind and body are different from ordinary people. In just half a year, she has grown to the height of an ordinary child for three years." He said sincerely, "This has a great impact on her mind. Even if her mind grows fast enough, she is only a few years old."

Berenita closed her eyes and began to wrap her long legs around Salomon's waist like a slippery snake. "I know." She said as she slowly increased her strength and applied the force that could break steel to the bones of Salomon. The black silk nightgown on her body fell like running water, like a black python that was about to swallow prey and was molting. Her silk nightgown was not wearing anything, which made this scene not only contain extremely strong lust, but also exaggerated ferocity and viciousness, just like the witch herself, revealing danger in her charm. "But she will become a witch, and she has this ability."

"You have the final say, my dear."

Salomon held her thighs and buttocks and hugged Beyonita, who was tightly wrapped around her, out of the bed.

The bathroom door is open, and the wide space is filled with mist rising from hot water. The bright light of a large number of scented candles illuminates the weird gargoyle statues. The sparkling water light reflects the light of electric lights and candles, and depicts a dynamic image of water on the wall. As an ancient building, even the bathroom is full of artwork collected by Salomon from all over the world. The witches like his decoration style very much, especially the behavior of storing weapons in the bathroom has been highly praised by them.

Salomon held Beyonetta and strode into the bathroom. The laughter of the two of them tried to suppress them eventually attracted Joan of dissatisfaction and glare. She tried to splash water from the bathhouse that could be used as a swimming pool to drive away the other two. Beyonetta was the first to jump into the water, and the thin black silk nightgown rolled up wet, and the gorgeous gold thread pattern hand-embroidered on the silk was completely submerged by folds, and kneaded into a blurred gold thread.

When Joan of Arc stood up from the water and scolded him, he was picked up by the latter who stepped into the bathroom.

Salomon admired the wet body in his arms, and the low spell was captured and turned into the resonance of the real plane, resonating with the technique hidden in Joan of Arc's heart. Salomon's thinking was connected with Joan of Arc. At this moment, he and she could see each other's thoughts. Joan of Arc saw an obsidian-like volcano standing under the blood-red sky, and the magma on the top of the mountain was full of boiling lust. Salomon saw a comfortable, wide soft bed closed by a curtain. He lifted the thick curtain,
Chapter completed!