In the second half of the night, Ilsa felt a little hairy on her face while she was sleeping.

It's like a bug is slowly crawling on your face, but the touch is different from that of a bug.

So she tried her best to open her eyelids. After opening her eyes with difficulty, she saw a pair of white jade-like hands.

Alice was lying on her side facing her. The distance between them was very close, so close that she could feel Alice's gentle breathing.

The faint moonlight shrouded the tent, and through this dim light, Ilsa could clearly see that Alice was staring at her intently, and her cold fingers were carefully tracing her face, as if caressing a precious piece.

’s beloved thing.

"Alice...what are you doing?" Ilsa said softly, with a hint of a newly awakened hoarseness in her voice.

"Shh..." Alice put her index finger on Ilsa's lips and moved closer to Ilsa, "Ilsa, I can't sleep."

Ilsa blinked lightly: "Do you need me to sing a lullaby for you?"

Alice was startled for a moment, then chuckled.

"My dear, you are so cute." She smiled and shook her head, gently burying her head in Ilsa's neck, "but I don't need a lullaby."

Ilsa could feel her sniffing her neck, and then two soft and moist lips pressed against hers silently.

"I need you." Those two cool lips squirmed to say these words.

Ilsa lowered her eyelids and looked at her: "I'm right here."

"But I still feel that you are far away from me." Alice murmured some vague words, her lips slowly moving down Ilsa's slender neck, "My dear, I want to be with you.

Closer."

Lips as soft and delicate as rose petals sucked gently on Ilsa's white neck, with warm and sticky breath. It was the first time that Ilsa was kissed so lingeringly, even if it was just her neck, she felt

My heart beats a little faster.

"Alice, did you drink tonight?" Ilsa asked uncertainly, trying to calm down her slightly faster heart rate.

She seemed to smell a very faint smell of alcohol.

"Well, it's red wine made by my mother." Alice's lips came to Ilsa's collarbone, and the tip of her tongue gently licked the small dimple in the middle of the collarbone, "Honey, do you want to try it?"

Ilsa had an epiphany: "Alice, you are drunk."

"Really? No wonder I can't sleep." Alice slowly and patiently licked Ilsa's collarbone, and the murmur she made was accompanied by tongue-biting syllables, which sounded strangely seductive.

Ilsa felt a little hot from her licking. She twisted her body uncomfortably, and patiently reminded Alice again, "Alice, please wake up, it won't be appropriate if you continue."

"Hmm...what's inappropriate?" Alice raised her face with blurred eyes, a faint glint of water floating in her beautiful amethyst-like pupils, "Ah...I understand. You also want to taste the taste of red wine.

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"Okay, because it's you." She smiled softly, and her red lips kissed Ilsa's lips.

Ilsa was caught off guard.

The tip of Alice's soft tongue penetrated into Ilsa's mouth like a flexible little snake. Ilsa instantly tasted the faint smell of alcohol that made people tipsy. Alice did not taste it lightly, she swallowed slightly, and then deepened it.

This kiss.

One of her hands held Ilsa's shoulder, and the other hand went around the back of Ilsa's head, fixing her in a gentle but undeniable gesture. The tip of her tongue hooked against Ilsa's.

Chasing her wantonly in the mouth. Ilsa's breathing was disturbed by her kiss. She softly pushed Alice away, and their tongues were finally forced to separate, pulling out a crystal silver thread.

"Alice... we can't go on any longer." She gasped softly.

"Why not?" Alice looked at her with confused eyes, then pecked the corner of her lips, "Did I do a bad job?"

"No, you did a good job, rather a little too good..." Ilsa's brain was also a little confused.

"Then why don't we continue?" Alice's voice was as light as silk, with a low level of lust, "I can do better..."

She kissed Ilsa again. Her hands moved forward and stayed on Ilsa's chest. Ilsa could feel Alice's hands slowly touching herself. She wanted to stop it, but she couldn't.

Make an effort.

Alice is right, she can do better.

Alice kissed Ilsa until her whole body softened. She closed her eyes slightly, breathed quickly, and her heart beat so fast that it almost jumped out of her chest. Alice patiently and playfully teased her, kissed her for a while and then pulled back.

Jesus instinctively pursued her lips and even let out a weak moan.

"Haha..." Alice smiled softly, "My dear, you are enjoying me."

"Well..." Ilsa opened her lips slightly and murmured as thinly as a mosquito, "Alice..."

"Don't worry, my dear." Alice's eyes were deep, her hand slowly extended downward, her voice was low and soft, "I will give it to you."

She did not kiss her again, but slowly stroked Ilsa. Ilsa felt a sense of emptiness, she opened her eyes a little unbearably, and her body suddenly stopped.

"Alice." Her voice suddenly turned cold.

"Huh?" Alice lowered her head and sucked her shoulder.

"Alice, stop quickly." Ilsa's voice was extremely calm. She suddenly grabbed Alice's hand and lowered her voice and said, "There is a monster."

A thick and long shadow was projected on the dark tent. Ilsa couldn't imagine what kind of monster it was. It looked like a snake, but it had no head at the top.

Alice stopped immediately.

"Don't move." Ilsa held Alice's shoulders and whispered in her ear, "Don't attract its attention."

Alice didn't expect Ilsa to be so calm.

She lay quietly in front of Ilsa and lowered her voice, "Is it looking at us?"

"I don't know. This thing has no head." Ilsa stared at the shadow outside the tent, "But it is hanging above our heads."

Alice was silent.

The snake-like shadow swayed slightly, as if it was looking for something. It held its bare top high and moved left and right outside the tent. After a while, it turned its top and moved slowly to the right.

"Is it leaving?" Alice asked softly.

"Well, don't be afraid." Ilsa gently stroked Alice's hair and comforted her in a low voice, "It will be fine soon."

A reliable and powerful aura came from her body. Alice blinked lightly and quietly hugged her waist.

However, the slowly moving shadow stopped again.

Ilsa raised her thin eyebrows warily.

Is it...preparing to lie down?

The monster as thick and long as a snake slowly lay down, and the shadow cast by its bare "head" on the tent became larger and larger.

not good!

Almost instantly, the monster outside the tent suddenly swooped down on their tent! Ilsa raised her hand and released a golden light. The light broke through the tent and turned into a rope to tie up the monster's body.

The monster twisted violently and slammed its thick body against the tent.

Ilsa grabbed Alice and ran out of the tent.

Only then did she see the monster in its entirety.

This is actually a dark "tentacle".

The tentacles seemed to stretch out from the ground, squirming freely on the ground. Its torso was as thick as the waists of two adult men combined, and its straight height far exceeded all the old trees in this forest.

Ilsa couldn't imagine where this tentacle came from.

What's even more puzzling is that none of the students on night duty outside noticed it.

Ilsa looked around quickly.

They all fell asleep, even Constantine and Lester were not surprised.

Could it be that this tentacle monster can release hypnotic gas?

The tentacles swung their thick torsos wildly, attacking Ilsa and Alice ferociously. Ilsa pushed Alice behind the carriage, and a bright golden light burst out from the bottom of her hand.

This is her divine power, but she did not forget to disguise it as similar light magic power.

The golden light formed a giant bow in Ilsa's hand. She fully drew the bowstring, and heard a shrieking sound piercing the sky, and a bright arrow of light shot towards the frantic tentacles with great momentum.

With a "pop" sound, the light arrow pierced deeply into the upper half of the tentacle. The dark and slippery tentacle exploded instantly and fell down like sticky mud. Ilsa looked at the squirming and bouncing flesh all over the ground.

Just as she was about to add another arrow, a sharp silver sword light suddenly flashed in front of her eyes. The next second, the tentacle monster was cut off at the waist, turning into white light and blending into the darkness.

"This monster has a strong ability to regenerate." Alan came out of nowhere and came to Ilsa's side with a solemn tone, "I have never seen such a thing."

He discovered this monster when it first appeared. But as an accompanying tutor, he could not take action unless the monster truly threatened the safety of his students. So Alan hid in the dark and carefully observed the monster's reaction.

But I found that the monster seemed to be only interested in Ilsa's tent.

Because she is a candidate for a saint, do even monsters pay special attention to her?

However, the sense of disobedience this monster gave him was too strong.

Ilsa followed Alan's gaze and saw that there was only the fleshy flesh that she had shot down.

"Will it regenerate now?"

Different from before, these pieces of meat no longer squirm, as if they are completely dead.
To be continued...