93. Chapter 93 The little fairy who wanted his life
Killua knows his temper very well, and no one can change what he decides.
No one can replace his wife's position in his heart, even if it is a dragon's pool or a tiger's den, he will go there.
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Nuoda's bathroom was filled with aroma and smoke.
Xiahou Huan'er was lying in the spacious jacuzzi that could accommodate two people, soaking in the aromatherapy spa. The high-tech massage equipment was comparable to human hands, so she couldn't help but make moans and groans, and her soul was eroded.
The whisper of bones.
Her room is very close to the study, and Dongfang Xing is learning about the progress of the arms equipment improvement process through video.
In the lonely night, which was so silent that one could hear a pin drop clearly, that sound was like the whisper of a love spell, reaching his ears clearly and without any obstruction.
My brain gradually heats up, my body becomes tense, and my heart feels like there are ten thousand ants scratching, scratching, and biting me.
Zi Yi's calm, calm and extraordinary rationality was gradually disintegrated by the curse.
Irritating, heart-piercing, and lung-tingling.
With a snap, I turned off the video impetuously, opened the window, and the permeating night wind blew in, but it couldn't extinguish the mania in my heart.
The heart-stirring whisper came out more clearly and seductively.
Squinting at the moon hanging high in the sky outside the window, could it be that the animal nature in her has not been overcome yet?
Uncontrollably flashing through my mind, I saw the soft and delicate snow-white body rolling seductively on the big bed, making all kinds of fragrant and seductive movements that stimulate the mind.
If he wants to die, she is the little goblin who is here to kill him.
Over the past five hundred years, he has continuously evolved and transformed himself to become the strongest zombie king. He has devoted all his energy to strengthening the zombie camp. He has never had a hand in the affairs of women and him, and this little girl's
Appearing, she easily evoked his humanity and desires. The once proud memories became painful taboos that destroyed him.
My fists were clenched and unclenched, then clenched again.
He is strong, but at the same time, he is lonely and lonely.
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"Hmm... so comfortable..."
The designer of this bathtub should be praised. Xiahou Huan'er soaked in it for almost an hour.
She stretched out her white and tender arms and was just about to pick up the bath towel beside her when the slight sound of the door opening sounded in her ears.
My heart suddenly trembled.
Putting his hand on the edge of the bathtub, he raised his voice and asked: "Dongfang Xing, is that you?"
With a click, the bathroom door was pushed open, and a tall and slender body stepped in with a cold breath.
Who else could it be besides the arrogant and no-taboo zombie king?
The condescending, X-ray-like sharp gaze was projected on her without any subtlety.
Xiahou Huan'er took a breath. She was soaking in the smoky bathtub, but she felt that there was no cover on her body, and every inch of her skin was visible to him.
She swallowed nervously: "I'm taking a shower, why did you come in?"
The Corpse King's fists were clenched tightly, his sinister face was dark and unclear, and he asked coldly: "What are you moaning about?"
Xiahou Huan'er's head suddenly roared and exploded.
The cheeks that were rosy from the hot water became even redder.
"Where am I?" It turned out that it was her cry that was attracted by him. Her sigh was a sigh of comfort, but it was not a groan. It was definitely a misunderstanding.
"You have." Leng Suosu burst out two undoubted words, and the fire in his deep eyes swayed. He suddenly reached into the bathtub and grabbed her waist. He picked her up naked from the bathtub and held her in his arms, dripping wet.
His body wet his clothes.
Dear friends, don’t blame me for not giving you meat~
