My hands are tired!
Hardeg didn't say a word, his right palm was red, and Michelle moved at the same time.
Michelle continued her gentle movements, deceptively simple yet beautiful.
His hands pulled him straight up without strategy, you thought he was plastic to kill.
No matter how simple a move is, if done right it can be a magical move that can cause pain to someone, and Michelle's punches seem to work like a trick. It was a sound in the wind, but his hand was faster than the sound, and the confusion in the air created a fiery red color.
Just as his young but skilled hands tried to seal Hadeg, full of special moves, a small hand slipped in from above the outer wall and pierced his inner organs.
But Hardegger was still calm in the face of the terrible blow, gave an extraordinary celebration, then pushed his red palms forward, and for a moment seemed to slowly and quickly disappear. Below, his palm pressed against Michelle's chest, but Michelle's hand had not yet pressed against her body. At this time, Michelle's pink hand was still moving, but the opponent's hand, which was believed to be moving at about 80km/h, was faster than Michelle's pink hand, and Kadjar was afraid, so he did not touch it.
Hagel's hand, which was as dry as an ancient tree, pressed against Michelle's pletely undeveloped breast, and the strange red magic power that flowed from his palm invaded the body on the other side. . Michelle immediately felt her body shake and fell to the ground. As if he had lost all his strength.
But still Michelle's eyes were not opened, and now her breathing began to calm down, a golden glow from her skin, and Hardegger pointed to one of her breasts. They robbed him.
When the finger touched the human skin, another kind of white smoke appeared, like a burnt match, and although it didn't hurt much, Hardegger's eyes felt good. It's getting serious.
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