The girl was not under the influence of magic, but spontaneously believed in the son of the mother goddess.

"Is such a thing possible?" Morgana wasn't sure, she had never heard of any magic that could directly and fundamentally change a person's mind. Most bewitching magic requires magic power to continue to work in the victim's body.

Morgana thought for a while, and found that she had no way to rescue this girl who was trapped in evil thoughts.

There was no way, Morgana could only raise her hand slightly again, the girl's eyes went blank, she fainted, and fell into Morgana's arms.

Morgana adjusted the girl's cloak and wrapped it around the girl's body.

She picked up the girl and slowly walked back to the direction of the village.

A barefoot woman in a long mopping dress is walking around the village and holding a girl. This look will definitely attract people's attention, but the crowd seems to have not seen Morgana, let this veiled woman Walking into a small hotel, Morgana walked into an empty room and put the **** the bed.

She opened the girl's cloak, swiped her finger lightly on the belt, and she cut the belt open.

Morgana first took off the girl's neck ring, then pulled out the girl's **** nails, and finally, she reached out and slowly pulled out the **** between the girl's legs.

It is indeed a **** made of gold and jade, and it is not ordinary gold and jade. It is a treasure mine that Morgana has never seen before. Although there is no magic in it, the material itself is extraordinary.

The value is hard to estimate.

What kind of person would use such a treasure to make a lustful thing?

When Morgana pulled out the dildo, the girl's viscous juice adhered to the **** root. She didn't use too much force, for fear of hurting the girl in the process of pulling it out, because the girl was already very reluctant to put this thing into her body. During the process of coming out, the powdered flesh in her body was constantly turned out.

The moment the **** was completely pulled out, the girl suddenly opened her eyes.

Morgana was startled, it was impossible for the girl to wake up.

The girl jumped up directly from the bed, and she flew on Morgana, roaring like a mad dog: "Give it back to me! Mine! That's mine!"

Morgana showed no mercy, she slapped the **** the forehead, and the girl fainted again.

"Has her desire for this thing surpassed her own instinct?" Morgana gently placed the **** the bed, with a trace of pity in her eyes, "She is too poisoned, she must find out who changed her If she is like this, otherwise she will be a waste all her life."

Morgana looked at the **** in her hand and observed it carefully.

It was the first time Morgana had touched such a thing with her hands, and she knew that it was very popular among the upper classes of women in Demacia and Noxus, especially the wives of soldiers, because the husband was away all year round, in order to relieve loneliness. They keep one at home, and some young women use it for sexual initiation and pre-marriage practice.

But Morgana wasn't interested in it at all, she didn't like hedonism, and for her, asceticism was more attractive.

Morgana carefully observed the dildo. It is definitely not a mortal thing, but something with some special ability. The girl is controlled by it, but Morgana has no way of knowing its specific effect for the time being.

The **** was full of the girl's body fluids. Morgana went to the bathroom of the room and washed the **** with water in the basin. During the cleaning process, she actually touched the blue veins carved out of the dildo.

Morgana noticed that this **** was carved very carefully, which was different from most of the **** that she knew was a cylindrical rod. There were many details carved on it, the thickness changes, the distribution of the veins and the curvature. Carved very carefully, as if it were a real penis.

The person who made this thing must not be able to do such a thing for no reason. "Could it be... that this thing is based on someone's real penis?" Morgana speculated, "Could it be... the son of the mother goddess?"

Morgana felt that the possibility was very high.

Anyway, the **** was the only clue she had.

"As long as you find a man with the same penis..." Morgana made a decision, "and you will find the Son of the Mother Goddess in the House of Pleasure!"

Morgana glanced at the **** the bed and applied a method to protect her body, causing her body to fall into a deep sleep.

"I'll save you," Morgana whispered, and she walked out of the room. "I'll root out evil."

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Lady Veil, listen to my confession.

Please forgive me, the sins of the world.

- Demacian Ballads

Chapter eight hundred and thirty traces of demons

Although Morgana knew the goal, she didn't know how to do it.

She looked at the **** in her hand with a rare clueless mind.

"It's impossible for me to meet a man and just take off his pants and take a look." Morgana thought to herself, "And I need to make the man hard to distinguish it from this dildo..."

Morgana stared at the dildo, unable to think of a practical and effective way.

Morgana raised her head, and she saw several people with silver half masks and gray medals on their chests hurriedly walked past the streets of the village.

"Magic seeker..." Morgana thought for a while and followed.

The demon hunters kept walking, and finally stopped in front of a mill. There were already many people gathered by the mill. All the civilians were pale, and some were still vomiting.

After the Demon Seekers arrived, the crowds gathered to avoid them. Everyone in Demacia knew that they would rather provoke a beast than a Demon Seeker. The Demon Seeker had the right to arrest at will, as promulgated by the king, as long as the Demon Seeker thought there was a If you have an affair with magic, you can directly imprison him without any procedures. If you dare to resist, the magic seeker even has the right to kill on the spot. Neither the army nor the law enforcement guards have such power.

The Mageseekers pulled the security net, and no one was allowed to enter, but Morgan Mona followed the Mageseekers into the mill as if no one could see.

There, Morgana saw a hellish sight.

All blood.

Blood splattered every corner of the mill. On the large grinding plate in the middle of the mill, there was also a crushed corpse. Hair, minced meat, and broken bones dripped down the grinding stone. Almost everything in the corpse was covered by the grinding plate. It was crushed, and there was only a head still hanging on the edge of the grinding disc. It was a face that seemed to have seen something terrifying, but was so frightened that its eyes were about to fall out of its sockets.

A young manhunter couldn't help but go out and vomit, and the other manhunters covered their noses to investigate carefully.

"The deceased was the owner of the mill... unmarried..."

"The time of death should have been last night... His neighbors said he smelled blood this morning and found out... And they still talked during the day yesterday... But the neighbors didn't hear screams last night..."

"The cause of death...the corpse is broken like this, it's hard to find out..."

"Is it killed first and then put in the mill to be crushed and ground? It's better that the neighbors should be able to hear his cry for help..."

"It's also possible... he was directly crushed to death with a grinding disc... His tongue was missing... his throat... was also pierced..."

"This is the sixth brutal murder this month... The murderer must be a person! Or an organization!"

Morgana quietly listened to the conversation between the seekers. She didn't mind the murder scene full of blood and blood, and just walked in.

Stepping barefoot on the blood-stained mill, but still not getting any filth, Morgana walked over to the head whose flesh was caught on the edge of the mill and stared at him for a long time.

"It can't go on like this." Morgana determined what she wanted to do. "Mortals shouldn't die like this for no reason."

Morgana plans to leave, and there are no clues here.

But just as she was about to turn around, she saw a mage seeker enduring disgust and pulling away a pile of minced meat under the grinding plate.

In the minced meat, there is a box hidden.

The lid of the box popped open suddenly, and a spring-connected clown jumped out, making a harsh "hee hee" sound.

"Ah!" The demon hunter was startled and fell down in the blood.

"Calm down!" An older manhunter held down his colleague's shoulder. "It's just a fright box. What are you afraid of?"

"Scare box..." Morgana looked at the clown toy swaying from side to side. Half of the clown's face was smiling and the other half was crying.

This toy is not uncommon and is sold everywhere, but it is very unnatural to have a scary box suddenly appear at the scene of a murder.

The demon hunters naturally knew this, and they all gathered around and began to study the scare box.

"Is it left by the murderer? Or something of the deceased?"

"Buried under the broken corpse, it should be something that was originally here before the deceased died."

"But why put a toy in such a place."

Morgana suddenly raised her head as she listened to the communication of the seekers.

The situation is not right.

The demon hunters were shaking their heads from side to side one by one.

The frequency and amplitude are exactly the same as the swaying clown in the scare box.

They were obsessed, their eyes lost focus.

The gray seal on the chests of the demon hunters did not respond at all. It was obviously a talisman made of forbidden magic stones, which could protect them from evil magic attacks, but it lost its effect in front of this scare box.

Morgana immediately started, she wanted to summon a shield to protect these mortals.

Morgana's raised hand suddenly stopped. She no longer applied a shield to the seekers, but summoned the shield to herself.

The moment the shield appeared, a dagger plunged into Morgana's waist.

The cold light of the dagger was so fast that it slammed into the shield fiercely, and the shield actually blocked the dagger for a moment before it was pierced.

"Don't even think about it!" Morgana burst out with extremely strong energy, and the ground under her feet instantly turned into a ground made of magic, with black thorns and flames dancing wildly in it, and the attacker's dagger had not yet touched. Morgana was completely wrapped in thorns and flames.

The back of Morgana's long dress was suddenly torn open, and a pair of jet-black wings were behind her, covered with heavy chains.

Morgana picked up the chain and threw it towards the figure. The figure could not hide, and was tightly wrapped by the chain.

"Show your true face!" Morgana waved her hand to let the black flames fade away, and the person entangled in the chains revealed her true body.

A lanky clown.

"Who are you!" Morgana clutched at the chains.

"Don't even ask!" The clown screamed.

"Are you the son of the mother goddess!"

"I am loyal to the son of the mother goddess! The son of the mother goddess will get everything he wants!"

"You are the son of the mother goddess? Tell me where he is!"

"Don't think about asking!" The clown stuck out his tongue at Morgana, then bit it so hard that he killed himself by biting his tongue.

Morgana didn't have time to organize, and sighed in her heart: "Damn...it's too hard to ask something from the cultists..."

Morgana suddenly felt someone tap her on the shoulder.

Morgana turned around in a hurry, she didn't realize that there was someone behind her.

"Hello." To Morgana's surprise, an identical clown appeared behind her, but instead of attacking Morgana, he smiled and said, "I heard that you want to find My master, I can help you, hee hee hee. If you want to kill him, that's even better."

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Sometimes happy, sometimes sad.

Sometimes loyal, sometimes betrayal.

Sometimes I love it, sometimes I hate it.

Sometimes hardworking, sometimes lazy.

Divided people, very interesting.

- "The Joker's Song"

Chapter eight hundred and thirty-one the clown who longs for freedom

Morgana looked at the giggling clown in front of her.

"What are you?" Morgana didn't ask "who are you", but "what are you".

"I'm a clown who brings joy." The clown looks like he has ADHD, or he has 10,000 ants stuffed in his clothes. In short, he has been moving every joint in his body, and it looks like he is jumping one. Weird dance.

"Answer my question." Morgana's hands burned with dark flames.

"Ouch! Don't scare me! I'm very timid! And I'm afraid of pain!" the clown exaggeratedly screamed.

"Then speak quickly."

"I'm a demon!" The clown said who he was, "at least that's what it's called in human language."

"Devil..." Morgana knew this kind of existence. When she walked on the earth, she occasionally encountered some strange things, neither life nor magical creation, but pure evil.

Morgana fought these demons a few times, but failed to catch them each time, and the demons always had various ways to escape.

"Could it be that in recent years, strange things have happened in Demacia...all related to demons?" Morgana thought.

Morgana pointed at the broken corpse under her feet and said, "Did you kill this person?"?

"Hee hee hee! No!" the clown laughed. "No, but another devil."

"Another devil..."

"Let me tell the lady about everything!" The clown snapped his fingers, and the demon-seekers who were stunned and shaking their heads suddenly gathered around, and the silver half-masks on their faces were deformed one after another, forming a All kinds of weird oil masks are painted with images of teenagers, beautiful women, evil spirits and so on.