The person pushing the door seemed to have expected this, and the speed at which he pushed the door was still slow. At this moment, a white-gloved hand touched the corner of the door, and the cold face of Butler Valente took the initiative to peek out from behind the door. outside
Clark's hammer came down the moment his opponent's head appeared. It was a shot he fought hard for.
But Butler Valente was quick to react. The moment he realized the danger, his other hand moved and grabbed the handle of the hammer that Clark had dropped. Gray eyes stared at him coldly, as if they were very powerful. "The way Mr. Clark greets people is really special," Clark said in a deep voice.
At the same time, in the corner of Clark's eyes, he saw a beautiful face stuck under Butler Valente's body, but there was a crazy expression on that face. A cold, sharp light flashed across his vision. Mr. Clark was shocked and turned pale at the scene. He opened the hammer and took a few steps back.
There was a sharp sound of wind on Clark's jaw, and the cold went away. I felt a tingling sensation down my chin and felt warm blood flowing from the wound.
Clark took several steps back and finally stopped. He cupped his chin with one hand, smelling the blood ing from his chin, the heat running down his palm and fingertips.
"You!?" Clark stared in surprise at the two who appeared at the same time. Butler Valente, who looked a little bloated and stuffed, and Miss Hera, who looked crazy, opened the door and stood in the doorway with their backs to the light.
At that moment, their bodies became strangely intertwined. Miss Hella's initially straight and slender legs were now wrapped around Butler Valente's legs like a rope. Miss Hera's back was in contact with Butler Valente. Their chests were pressed tightly together, as if they were growing together.
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