Time Lord

By GILBERT DELGADO

He has Time Lord blood, uses the Tardis to travel through various time and space, although he has different partners, but in the end, he is always alone, he can be reborn, but each time is a different face, so he does not want to be reborn, and at the same time, he is the oldest problem in

• Language: English
• Publisher: GILBERT DELGADO
• Release date: Jul 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088219379

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Chapter 1

Aha, London night! What a wonderful sight it is. Sitting shirtless on the fence of his balcony, Alan Kumalagov marveled at the misty city of London in the pale moonlight. The cool night wind stirred his short hair.

In his left hand, he held a bottle of old era famous wine Lafite that had been opened, and in his right hand he held a small and delicate black telescope close to his eyes. He just let out a heartfelt admiration.

Sitting on the balcony fence on the 347th floor of the City of London Welcome Building, you can see the City of London at night from the far below. As in the old days, this is a city where even the lights are mostly submerged in thick fog. There's really not much to see on a night like this.

But that's not what Alan Kumalagov was impressed with. Through a high-power, ultra-clear, magical telescope that even has a set of inscriptions inscribed on it. He had a clear view of the corner by the river Teus where two adulterous men and women were standing.

With the array of Runes of Truth, not even thick fog can block Alan Kumalagov's view through his telescope. His eyes were shining.

Two small intersecting bushes barely hid the two beautiful figures. But this was nothing to the magic telescope, which could see the sand on the ground all around them.

These are a couple of real aristocrats. Alan Kumalagov lowered his binoculars, held Rafi up and took a sip, wiping the corners of his mouth. The telescope came close again.

Alan Kumalagov couldn't help but admire the elegance and grace with which these two apparently well-educated boys and girls behaved, even when doing that kind of thing. At this moment, the girl just turned her head and gave her lover a sweet kiss. The reddish beauty of the face, and slightly wrinkled eyebrows, there is a sultry irresistible spring.

Alan Kumalagov watched with interest, though he was a little confused about the need for elegance and politeness. It's a rare, live, improvisation-driven blockbuster, a pauper versus a prince compared to some trash movie from an island nation that's been decimated by monsters.

This time to protect a senior official, riding the space shuttle ran to the United Kingdom for a meeting, and actually encountered such benefits, not good to appreciate it, how to up their own? That's what Alan Kumalagov was thinking.

Watching, he raised the bottle and took another drink. This bottle of Lafite from the old days, snuck out of the room where the dignitaries were staying. This taste, of course, is also very different.

A perfectly fermented wine with a hint of sweet and sour, and a hint of a barrel made from the most perfect oak growing. Two strokes of his tongue and a sigh of satisfaction from Alan Kumalagov. The telescope came close again.

Suddenly, there was a slight noise from the side balcony.

The binoculars in Alan Kumalagov's hand suddenly disappeared without a trace, and with a hint of startled confusion, he looked to his right. From the look of him, no one would have guessed that he had just been spying on other people with a magic telescope.

It was a girl in a hotel maid's outfit, looking out from the balcony next door. The white curtains fluttered in the wind and hid the girl's long legs behind her. The girl long pure sweet, beautiful, and skin, white just like milk. That pair of pale gray eyes, like a mountain brook as clean. Her shoulder-length straight black hair matched her pretty little face, and she looked a little childish.

Alan Kumalagov's eyes immediately lit up and he smiled, Ha ha, good evening, beautiful lady. Did I alarm you? I'm terribly sorry."

The girl caught Alan Kumalagov's smile, saw his naked upper body, blushed slightly, and shook her head not to be alarmed.

Alan Kumalagov is wearing a pair of beach shorts that show off his perfect upper body. The girl muttered something, her face became redder, and persuaded her: Dear Sir, it is dangerous for you to sit in this position, for your safety, please get down, OK?

Alan Kumalagov blinked at the night sky beneath his empty feet. 347 floors, comparatively speaking, is a little high.

Ha ha, it's all right, pretty lady, it's all right, I'm coming down. But will you grant me a little wish?" Alan Kumalagov looked at the girl with bright eyes, then rolled over and jumped from the fence. Two steps to the other side of the balcony, leaning over the fence half of the body, looking at the girl with an expectant face.

The customer is God. Theoretically, you'll give us everything we want, right? Alan Kumalagov asked, his eyes brightening.

The girl's face changed and she blushed and stammered her little hand as she explained, Yes, yes Sir, but we don't offer certain services. As he waved, his white arms slipped out of his wide sleeves.

Alan Kumalagov thinks the designer who created the costume is a genius. It's a uniform seduction. The trumpet-shaped baggy gold cuffs, low V-line neckline, slim-fitting belt, and lace-laced skirt hemline make people associate with the word cute.

Oh my God, ha, beautiful, you're thinking too much. I was just bored, and I wanted someone to talk to, and I didn't mean anything by it. Although your beauty has touched my heart, I am also a true gentleman. Am I going to think anything bad about you? That is absolutely impossible. Don't worry, let's talk, don't worry, okay? Alan Kumalagov opened his arms unjustly, and the request on his face meant that the girl was embarrassed to refuse for a moment. Alan Kumalagov's praise made her blush again. I didn't notice for a moment that Alan Kumalagov was staring at his arm.

However, the girl's mind can not help but raise a question: What kind of gentleman would sit in the middle of the night, undressed, on a balcony thousands of meters high drinking?

As she was thinking, Alan Kumalagov made a small leap, jumped over the balcony fence, and in one long stride jumped onto the balcony where she was. Two balconies more than five meters apart, he just stepped across. When he landed, he seemed to be a little unsteady, stumbling toward the girl.

The girl let out a cry of surprise, so frightened that she almost didn't scream, and hurriedly held him.

My God, you jumped over here? It's too dangerous! The girl's face was white and tender, and now she was frightened and even a trace of blood was gone.

It doesn't matter, I just drank a little too much, the distance is nothing. Thank you so much for your help." Alan Kumalagov blinked and smiled as he stood up from the girl. In his heart, he muttered: What a sweet girl. What perfume? Violet Night sky? Chicks who wear this brand of perfume usually have a fancy heart.

Ha ha, why don't we talk? How's that？ I have come, do you want me to jump back again? Alan Kumalagov raised his eyebrows at the girl, smiled and walked to the balcony fence, turned and leaned in with the bottle in his hand.

The girl was a little panicked, but he didn't seem to mean any harm. Though there was a hint of evil in his handsome face which he could not conceal. But the girl was at a loss for a moment and asked, What are you talking about? Take a small, unconscious step back.

Talk about what? Uh, how about we talk about the British Empire? Since the old days have passed, I think your country has made great progress. The number of superpowers in your country has also increased greatly. Alan Kumalagov waffled, took another sip of wine, and began to play out the desperate face of a thirsty gentleman who was bored late at night and wanted to talk to someone. And his heart was eager to immediately push down this lovely girl's mind, he was deeply hidden.

He felt somewhat amused that he was like the big bad Wolf deceiving Little Red Riding Hood. However, even a rogue is only flirting with a little girl. Do you want to pounce on it? But that's too humiliating, anyway, I definitely can't do it. You want to turn a beautiful encounter into that?

Well, did the story of the Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood come from England? Alan Kumalagov blinked, momentarily distracted.

The girl hesitated, seeing that Alan Kumalagov really just wanted to talk to her, so she also expressed her curiosity: Are you a superpower? Are you from the mysterious eastern continent? Ordinary people wouldn't dare jump over like that.

Ha ha, of course, I'm from the East. Of course I'm a superpower. Alan Kumalagov laughed, clenched his fists hard and flexed his arms, showing strong muscles.

I'm a martial arts superpower. Alan Kumalagov said, turning his back to the girl, the body force, showing a perfect inverted triangle of back muscles a bulge, showing a surprising explosive force, revealing a strong male masculine beauty.

Oh, my God. The girl exclaimed and covered her small mouth, her small face flushed and subconsciously took a step back.

How did you become a superpower? Do you know how to become a superpower? The girl got a little excited, and she chirped and asked questions.

Alan Kumalagov turned and leaned back against the fence and blinked. He is not a superpower at all, although his strength is comparable to the superpower, but he does not have any superpowers, how to answer this question?

Ten minutes later, Alan Kumalagov was saddened to find that his obsession with the girl had vanished.

He really did not expect that this girl, who looked very pure and pure, was not interested in perfume, clothes, luxury goods, or even love, but was strongly worships the superpower, and she even wanted to become a superpower. But how can I hook up with her? There's not even the slightest bit of sex to talk about.

Alan Kumalagov yawned and said, It is true that the Super King will protect humanity, and he will lead us to protect humanity all the time. Until we have vanquished every evil monster in the world. We're definitely going back to the good old days. Ah, my dear pretty lady, do you feel sleepy? You're not sleepy? Oh, then let's keep talking."

The distance between the two people is about three meters.

Thirty minutes later, Alan Kumalagov could barely keep his eyes open. He said, Do you mean the specific strength of the Super King? Our Chinese super king is said to have once defeated seven super monsters with golden blood. Ah, it's very powerful. Uh, honey, let's talk about something else, shall we? Not? Well, let's move on to how superpowers are born.

At this point, the distance between the two people was narrowed to one meter.

Two hours later, the girl was at Alan Kumalagov's side, excitedly asking him all about the superpowers. Alan Kumalagov was so bored he wanted to jump back into his room and go to sleep that he was no longer interested in peeking at the girl's neckline. He said: The powers of the combat and spell domains are equally powerful, but one is close and the other is long range. Of course, I think it would be wise for you, a girl, to choose to become a superpower in the magic realm. After all, the image of a pretty girl with a tomahawk attacking someone is not that pleasant. Well, then, I say, dear, it's very late, let's see you tomorrow, shall we?

Hearing Alan Kumalagov's words, the girl suddenly broke into a triumphant smile, like a sudden rose blooming in the dark: Dear dragon, you are the 87th liar gentleman I have defeated. Ha ha."

'What? Alan Kumalagov's heart moved, a little dazed to look at the pure girl.

The girl grinned and said, I've been working here for more than a year. There are many, many gentlemen like you who try to talk to me, try to find an excuse to get me into bed. You are not the wisest of these people."

Huh? Alan Kumalagov was completely dumbstruck and stayed for a long time. He looked at this pure and sweet girl like a deflated ball and suddenly had a feeling of evil. The real boring person is not himself, but this young girl who looks very pure, he foolishly lost her to talk about the topic she is most interested in in the middle of the night, and the result is not even a hair of the benefit.

This is -- this is a tragedy.

Alan Kumalagov felt utterly defeated.

But you're the sweetest of all. The girl giggled sweetly and jumped into Alan Kumalagov's arms.

Feeling the warmth of nephrite in his arms, Alan Kumalagov froze for a moment and suddenly had the feeling of rising from hell to heaven in an instant.

Three minutes later, Alan Kumalagov, who had finished a long, passionate kiss, was once again a bit dumbfounded.

Darling, are you sure you want to be here? Don't you think it's a little windy here, and there might be some peeping eyes? Somewhat guiltily, Alan Kumalagov tried to turn down the girl's offer. He was a little nervous to look around, this is the 347th floor of the Welcome building, if a third of the British people like to stay up in the middle of the night, with binoculars to peep, then their behavior is equivalent to broadcast to the world.

Eight minutes later, Alan Kumalagov, gasping for breath, ended with another passionate kiss: Well, do you think this is romantic? All right, all right. God, I must be crazy.

Seventeen minutes later, Alan Kumalagov held the girl, who had stripped off her clothes and felt as if she had no bones in her body, and gritted her teeth. Even if he was made into a leading man in some popular movie.

With his beach pants off, Alan Kumalagov is on to something else, he's got a gun, he's got a horse, he's got a ride, he's got a big ride. He held the girl tight from behind the white tender pretty perfect as if a peach like buttocks. But he was nervous.

The girl grabbed the curtain, her thin waist like a willow branch, she turned her head, as if dripping eyes looking at Alan Kumalagov.

Aha, am I still a beginner, am I still nervous? But hell, this place, a lot of people are gonna see it. Fuck it, let everyone who sees me be impotent.

Alan Kumalagov, who was trying to cheer himself up, was interrupted by a swift gust of wind overhead.

Alan Kumalagov looked up suddenly, his pupils constricted, and he stared a little stunned as a dark figure with huge wings came towards him from the direction of the moon.

Without giving him time to react, the dark shadow grabbed him completely naked, then took advantage of him on the balcony, and suddenly turned around and jumped into the night below the building. Alan Kumalagov's hands were pulled away from the girl's soft little waist, leaving a final warm, smooth touch.

The huge wings left, and the wind blew wildly across the balcony, rattling the curtains, and sending the red-faced girl tumbling to the ground with a cry of surprise.

Scared and panicked, the girl grabbed the clothes on the ground to cover her body, and quickly lay on the fence and looked down. Just in time to see a pair of huge black flesh wings flash away in the light of the next floor, and then disappear into the darkness of the far side of the building.

Alan Kumalagov's angry voice echoed through the silence of the night: Who the hell are you, bastard? ! Don't you know it's rude to interrupt someone's sex?

"Good heavens, vampires! The girl let out a scream of terror from the balcony. The piercing scream came out very far in the open night, and I do not know how many people were alarmed.

What? Alan Kumalagov heard the girl's scream in the distance and was shocked: Vampire?

He threw himself together, not caring that he was hundreds of meters in the air, not caring that he would kill the vampire who caught him with one kick and fall to his death. Anyway, he kicks through the cloud leg at the vampire holding him.

The sudden force of a bare hairy leg is not very good-looking, but it contains amazing power and fierce killing, as if a cobra compressed to the limit rushed out. If you get a kick, it's not a good feeling.

However, Alan Kumalagov saw only a pale hand waving in front of his eyes, followed by a heavy pain in the back of his head, a buzz in his head, and he immediately fainted. The kicked leg immediately lost its strength and dropped.

When Alan Kumalagov woke up again, he found himself in a dark bush. His newly awake brain could not help but be confused for a moment, and his features gradually became clear, and he found that something seemed to be weighing heavily on his body, and then he heard the sound of rushing water.

Subconsciously glancing sideways, through the dense thicket beside his face, he vaguely seemed to see a few lights reflected by the water light in the distance.

The River Tyus? What the hell am I doing here? Huh? Turning back, my eyes were dark and I couldn't see anything clearly.

But Alan Kumalagov was startled because he sensed something was wrong. On your waist, as if you were riding a man? The discovery nearly scared him to death. At the same time, the extremely wonderful touch has been coming from a sensitive part, which makes him more at a loss until the scene before being knocked unconscious returns to his mind.

A vampire grabbed him, and now he's being pinned to the ground? Could this be the vampire? Alan Kumalagov's body suddenly froze and he struggled frantically.

In this dark darkness, in this silent deserted river, by a monster of human blood pressed to the ground xx, is there anything more frightening than this?

At this moment Alan Kumalagov also heard a slight, rapid gasp in his ear, a gasp with a shuddering snort that sounded unappetizing. But Alan Kumalagov was in no mood to listen at the moment.

Fuck, I got fucked by a vampire! Alan Kumalagov is chilled. The point