Chapter 22 Demon Hunters' Seals and Night Tenderness (Page 2/2)

However, in the wizard world, magic is a power that only talented people can master. Ordinary people cannot master magic at all, nor can they sense the flow of magic.

Most demon hunters were just ordinary people before they became demon hunters. The reason why they can release the seal is that they have undergone the inhumane grass trial, and their organs and genes have mutated, adapting to the environment of chaotic magic, becoming a special species different from humans.

But even so, most demon hunters can only use a very small amount of chaotic magic.

Like Frank himself, with the chaotic magic in his body now, if he releases it with all his strength, he can only use it about two or three times in a battle, and it cannot be used as the main means of combat.

And demon hunters like the famous cat-style demon hunters who have not completely mutated will not even use the seal in a battle, because the power of their seals basically cannot hurt the enemy.

Compared with weak seals, they rely more on their agile speed and reaction ability far beyond ordinary people.

Frank was sitting cross-legged beside the campfire, meditating, when suddenly a light footstep came from the cave.

He knew who was coming without opening his eyes.

After about 20 to 30 seconds, accompanied by the faint scent of a young woman, a pair of warm and soft arms wrapped around his neck.

The warm red lips, with some impatient breath, kissed from his back to his face.

Frank opened his eyes and immediately saw a beautiful face with a rosy complexion, staring at him with a hungry look.

Seeing this face, he had a hint of teasing at the corner of his mouth, then reached out and pinched the woman's soft chest, feeling the warm jade-like feeling, and said with a smile:

"I guessed that you would come to see me tonight, Mrs. Wendy, are the children asleep?"

"Don't let Vanessa see you like this now, otherwise it will be a major blow to your image as a mother."

Perhaps it was a bit embarrassing to be said by the demon hunter, or perhaps the man pinched a little hard, Wendy's face became even redder.

She bit her lower lip, took off her thin coat, revealing her white and soft skin, then knelt gently in front of Frank, looked up at him, and said in a pleading tone:

"Mr. Frank, it was you who invited me here, please don't mistreat me anymore, let me serve you well."

Frank laughed, and his laughter was very obvious in the wilderness.

Such a movement made Mrs. Wendy feel even more guilty. She looked back at the carriage in the cave several times like a thief, fearing that her daughter would be woken up by the laughter.

Then, as if she was afraid that Frank would laugh even louder, she threw herself into the man's arms and blocked his laughter with her mouth.

Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger. Although Wendy is not yet thirty years old, Frank vaguely feels this characteristic from her.

Faced with the beauty's embrace, Frank certainly did not refuse, but embraced her body with both hands, hugged this soft body tightly, and entangled with her.

After spending more than a month together, he found that Wendy was a pretty good woman, gentle and polite, with a strong character.

Most importantly, unlike those rude and barbaric village girls, this elegant woman was very submissive to men, just as docile as a little rabbit.

No matter what willful request, this woman would shyly acquiesce. Her beautiful and mature body brought a lot of happiness to Frank's slightly monotonous journey.

The demon hunter liked this feeling very much, so he invited this beautiful lady again tonight.

In another day, they will arrive at the White Orchard. It will be difficult to find such an opportunity to play in the wild in a short time.