"Men who talk about their size at all times are the least confident men... because they have nothing else to be proud of."
"you!"
The so-called 'prince' is angry and about to explode.
Men hate to have their sexual abilities insulted the most, not to mention facing a beautiful woman. It’s really tempting to die!
As soon as he turned his head, he saw a man suddenly walking out from beside him.
He was stunned.
I have never seen this man before. He is obviously an Oriental, but he is tall and strong, and is not inferior to Caucasians.
On his chiseled face, he wore a black tin-iron mask, with a circle of gold around his eye sockets, and the corners of his eyes were raised, showing an indescribable evil charm.
The eyes under the mask are as bright and dazzling as the stars flowing with clear light, but the gaze inside is colder and deeper than the night.
There are two fangs at the corners of his mouth, and he is wearing a wild black cloak.
Her thick black hair actually glowed a faint sapphire blue under the light, as dazzling as the midnight aurora.
The whole body bursts with tension and an aura of chilling cruelty.
It seems that inside the cloak is like Pandora's box, hiding countless terrible monsters.
He was stunned: "Wolf...werewolf..."
"Yes, dear Prince! I am a werewolf. Tonight is the night of the full moon. Please stay away from me, otherwise..." The man squinted his eyes, and a cold light radiated from his black eyes: "Be careful.
...I will accidentally bite your throat out and taste the taste of blood..."
Although his tone of voice was gentle, there was a hint of coldness and chilling in the gentleness.
His smile was like a torn sunrise, with bright red blood spreading out.
The arty so-called prince took a step back, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
But he still didn't want to give up.
The fierce temperament of this 'Cat Woman' is exactly what he likes the most. Such a woman is so charming.
He was not willing to give up this little dessert for the threat of a fake werewolf. Besides, it was just a masquerade. Could this person really be a werewolf who could bite his own throat out?
He curled his lips and smiled, ignoring the werewolf that suddenly appeared, and continued to bend towards Catwoman, and discharged again: "Baby, I think I am more suitable for you than him. I will be very gentle.
What's more, Easterners...no matter how much they brag, they are just the sick men of East Asia..."
'Catwoman' bit her lip, smiled, and pointed to the wine cabinet on the side: "Your Highness, haven't you had enough of that glass of wine just now? Do you want another glass? But giving you a drink is also a waste of good wine, so you should wait for me.
Go and scoop a glass of water from the pond and give it to you!"
"Don't make a toast and you'll have to drink as a penalty..." The 'Prince' finally got angry and grabbed the 'Catwoman' hand, wanting to give this little oriental bitch some punishment.
But at this moment, I felt something cold and cold stuck to my lower back.
It's a gun!
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The 'Prince' was completely sober from the wine, and his face was so frightened that he turned to look at the 'Werewolf' who was still smiling.
Under the black cloak, his hands did not make any obvious movements. In the eyes of others, he just extended his hands politely to invite 'Catwoman' to dance.
But he understood that it was a real gun. The muzzle was cold, but it could shoot hot bullets at any time and send his soul to the west.
He only felt his legs shaking. Who is this person?
"Your Highness, please don't insult Easterners casually. When the time comes, in front of the God of Death in Hell, it will be difficult for you to change your words even if you want to."
This chapter has been completed!