He knew that when he returned here, this clan of gods was just full of bloody battles, and he would no longer have freedom and freedom.
As the Third Highness of the God Clan, facing such a perverted father, can he still have fun?
"Boy! In order to hide from me, you changed your face and became the leader of some gang? Is it so good to leave the Wild Wolf Clan? Is it better than being a highness in the clan?"
The old wolf king paced angrily, glaring at Zuo Musen from time to time.
Zuo Musen smiled bitterly, "I have been envious of human life since I was a child... Besides, I have two smart and capable brothers above me. I thought the clan didn't need me..."
"Okay! What's the point of emphasizing these reasons again? You continue to be your boss and continue to use the identity of Zuo Musen. I will inform you of any tasks you have! Don't disobey me again, you should know,
I like torturing people the most."
"I understand, father."
The old Wolf King waved his hand, and the two guards carried Zuo Musen away.
Leaving the glorious castle, Zuo Musen breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly... my most bloodthirsty father... would spare me like this...
He thought...
Suddenly he recalled that many years ago, he occasionally passed by his eldest brother's room and heard the stoic cry of pain from inside. He tiptoed and quietly opened the door of his eldest brother's room. The sand curtain inside blocked most of his sight.
He followed the sound and walked inside, bypassing the sand curtain, and suddenly took two hard steps back in shock.
What did he see!
Isn't that man who is being pushed and moved on his knees on the bed the elder brother that he admires very much?
And the person crouching behind him, roaring and supporting him... turned out to be the one he had always admired... his father!
vomit!
That moment overturned the family ties that he had thought he could trust for many years!
At that moment, he saw the dirtiest side.
So, he escaped.
He paid a great price and escaped from the Wild Wolf Clan.
He told himself that he must not become a puppet under his father like his elder brother! Absolutely not!
He wants to be the master of his own destiny.
He struggled in the bloody storm, and relied on his hard work to win a kingdom. He suddenly became the underworld boss. He could live as comfortably as he wanted, and he could recruit any woman he wanted.
You can live with dignity in the human world with full masculinity.
I have never thought about returning to the wild wolf clan.
The wild wolves, his father, have always been his black fear.
And now...hehehe, everything is back to where it started.
His identity was exposed, and he had transformed back into the Third Highness of the Wild Wolf Tribe. Now that his eldest and second brothers were both useless, his father could only count on him.
But...it doesn't mean that his perverted father won't keep him...under his body!
If that was the case, he would rather die!
Zuo Musen returned to the Zuo family manor in a dejected state, with a desolate look on his face.
"Brother Sen, are you back? Come on, please help me. Pass me the bath towel. I forgot to bring in the bath towel."
An Baixue shouted crisply in the bathroom. Zuo Musen suddenly felt a surge of attachment, his eyes were warm, and he silently took the bath towel and handed it to An Baixue.
An Baixue's voluptuous figure is reflected in the frosted glass, which is very charming.
Sumiremi, I don’t know how long I can maintain the comfortable life that I can give your sister. But please rest assured that even if I am unable to do anything, I will make proper arrangements for your sister. This is my promise to you.
"What's wrong? You look so ugly? Who made you angry? Or is there something going on in the gang?" An Baixue, wrapped in a bath towel, twisted her waist and walked out with her bare pink feet, and hooked her left arm with her left arm.
Zuo Musen's neck, leaned towards her red lips, kissed Zuo Musen's lips, and said coquettishly, "Well, you smell of sweat. Go and wash it. Make it clean. I'll be waiting for you on the bed.
'
Zuo Musen sighed secretly, nodded, and walked into the bathroom tiredly.
Leaning against the wall of the shower room, Zuo Musen frowned and breathed heavily.
no!
He cannot be controlled by his perverted father!
He has to think of a way, think of a way, think of a way...
With reluctance to give up on human life, fear of his perverted father, and the waves of pressure, Zuo Musen looked fierce and rough on An Baixue this time, making An Baixue scream and scream,
Yin water keeps flowing.
***
Lei Luo rubbed his unbearable musket, pinched An Jinmi's slender waist, and roared in a low voice.
He kissed An Jinmi's back and said, "Jinmi, I know you are still very tired..."
After saying that, he suddenly turned around and walked out of the shower room.
An Jinmi opened her round eyes wide and was confused.
What happened to this guy Lei Luo?
Why did you suddenly retreat before going into battle?
An Jinmi wrapped herself in a bath towel and curiously walked to the bedroom. She found Lei Luo smoking a cigarette in frustration. Damn that man, not even a piece of cloth was covering his body, and one of his bloodshot penises was sticking out like that.
"What's wrong with you? Why...why did you run out?"
Lei Luo puffed out the smoke and half-smiled, "I'm strong, so I can do it as I please. I can do it with you several times a day, but you can't. You're weak, and I don't want you to be too tired."
An Jinmi's pupils dilated several times.
"Oh? Are you still so considerate? What should you do? Don't you feel uncomfortable?"
"It's uncomfortable! Just feel uncomfortable."
An Jinmi broke into a cold sweat.
I didn't expect that Lei Luo would feel sorry for her so much, and I was a little touched.
An Jinmi was used to taking care of others, and immediately began to feel pity for Lei Luo. She walked towards him, sat on his lap, tried to avoid his high-spirited firearm, put her arm around his neck, and exhaled, "What do you think of you men?
Could it be that you are suffering from some illness due to dissatisfaction with your desires?"
Lei Luo snickered secretly, but pretended to be serious on his face, "Even if you suppress an illness, you can't let the woman you love suffer."