苍狼之灵

Chapter one hundred and forty-one: Fury for the Crown

Pablo Picasso returned to the empty hall alone, sat down bored, touched his empty stomach, and finally saved himself from running around all the way. Before he had even eaten lunch today, he shouted loudly, "Is anyone there? Bring me something to eat

Mr. Picasso, there is a guest outside the door seeking an audience! "The attendant ran up.

What kind of guest? Why are people looking for them everywhere they go? Becoming a celebrity is troublesome

Pablo impatiently said, "If you don't see me, bring me some food and ask the best chef here to make some of your signature dishes, as well as the best wine. I'm thirsty and tired now

However, the young lady said there is something very urgent that requires you to meet her

Can't you see me? Bring me food. Wait, wait, is she a young lady? Is she pretty

Uh... very beautiful

Okay, then I'll reluctantly meet her. Please invite her in and prepare some food and drinks for me. Let your best chef here make some of your signature dishes.

Before he could finish speaking, Miss Cleo walked into the living room in a graceful manner. Picasso's voice paused, and his saliva immediately became rich. This small dish... no, it's simply a feast!

Isn't this the beautiful woman that Jedi received before? Why did she come to see me? Could it be that they just met and saw me charming and elegant, and wanted to have a romantic encounter with me?

Pablo thought to himself, his eyebrows and eyelids twitching together, and he greeted him with a lewd smile on his face, "How could Miss recognize me? May I ask for your name? I don't know why you came to see me

Picasso spoke, his lecherous eyes quickly sliding around Miss Cleo's full chest, then sliding down her slender waist and flat abdomen.

Cleo changed into a women's riding outfit, looking handsome and charming. The light red horse pants undoubtedly showcased her graceful and graceful figure. The waist is extremely slim, and the horse pants complement the hips and buttocks, making the contrast even more attractive.

Pablo gouged out the center point of the light red horse pants, and a certain part jumped along: "Jedi is really lucky. I've seen enough beautiful women before, but why aren't there so many beauties with different styles and charm

Whoosh

A cold light flashed in front of him, and Picasso froze there. A bright dagger stuck to his crotch and shot towards him, nailing it to the floor with a "thud" sound. As long as the knife was raised an inch further... sweat dripped down Picasso's forehead.

I was just thinking, I didn't really play rogue, did I? "Picasso shook his stiff leg muscles, feeling a lingering fear.

Hello, Mr. Picasso! "Miss Cleo smiled, as if the knife she had just thrown had nothing to do with her.

She walked up to the table and sat down with a ladylike expression, glanced at Picasso, and exclaimed in surprise, "Why is Mr. Picasso still standing? Please take a seat

It seems like I'm the master here! "Picasso muttered, sitting down across from him. He is very disciplined now. Although beautiful women are cute, he doesn't want to touch them if he has too many thorns. The technique of silently throwing flying knives was enough to drive away all his fantasies.

Mr. Picasso, I am Cleo Petra von Oberstein. It's an honor to meet you

Feng. Oberstein? "Picasso's eyes flickered with a cold electric shock, then his face was full of surprise and even a hint of flattery