100 Ways to Get the Male God

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Yu Chu shook his head and sighed.

She is a person with martial arts skills, so slow to influence him little by little, she has to dawdle until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

Still a little more exciting.

She walked into the night, and in the western-style building at this time, Qian Zeer walked through the living room in the dark, and was about to go upstairs to go back to the room, but the unusual scent stopped him.

The boy's bloody and strange eyes showed a bit of dazed ignorance. He turned around and went to the living room to turn on the light, only to see a table of hot meals, carefully prepared.

He looked at the meals, and after standing for a few seconds, his delicate eyebrows frowned unconsciously.

The little prey that got kicked out?

The young man curled the corners of his thin lips in disdain, raised his eyes to look at the sky outside, thought lazily for a while, and walked slowly towards the door.

Forget it, since it was the small prey he brought back, maybe he would regret driving away when he wakes up. Although there was a perverted excitement in his mind, he knew very well that he was in a state of being out of control. \u0026amp;1t;i\u0026amp;gt;\u0026amp;1t;/i\u0026amp;gt;

He doesn't reject losing control, and he's used to dealing with such situations. As long as you lock yourself in the room and wait for the excitement and bloody emotions to pass, you will naturally return to a more rational state and your memory will be restored.

He licked his thin scarlet lips and opened the door lazily, only to see that there was no one in front of the door.

He paused for a few seconds.

The mood suddenly sank strangely.

The originally careless brows became more gloomy at this time, and the pale to morbid face, against the dim yellow light of the street lamps, became more elegant and treacherous.

Obviously he kicked her out.

But at this time, the brightly lit room was quiet, and there was no popularity at all. He stood alone in front of the door, his shadow cast long by the light behind him.

It was as if he was the only one in the world. \u0026amp;1t;i\u0026amp;gt;\u0026amp;1t;/i\u0026amp;gt;

The quiet breath just now disappeared.

Qian Zeer's heart suddenly filled with childish sadness. Of course, he didn't know it was sad. He just stood alone. He was used to it before, but it seemed that he was suddenly not used to it, and his heart contracted slightly.

He was not used to the pain caused by this kind of contraction, and instinctively felt very irritable, and the bloody and cruel emotions poured out of the pure blue eyes, which turned strangely red.

He stared at the night for a few seconds before restraining the strange emotion in his blue eyes and closed the door.

The mood is more irritable.

When he woke up the next day, the teenager slowly opened his eyes and clearly understood what he had done.

The most feared thing did not happen. Although only the killing instinct was left out of control, it did not kill her in the end.

But a good date...

He hurt her and kicked her out.

Will she be in disbelief? disappointment? away from him?

The young man's heart suddenly ached, his anger surfaced on his pale face undisguised, and the unfamiliar and unpleasant tore at him. The emotions in his blue eyes became more and more gloomy, and finally he couldn't help but feel a little dazed and didn't understand his emotions.

He had never experienced this emotion.

Always lazy, casual, excited and calmly experiencing the fears of others towards him...

How can you be so nervous.

He didn't understand this kind of emotion, and the look in his eyes became more irritable when it came to things that he couldn't control.

The teenager walked into the living room silently, but saw a table of cold food, and he instantly had a splitting headache, thinking of the scene where he lost control and hurt her.

I can vaguely remember the girl's cold eyes.

His eyes became more violent.

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You endure. I think the little pervert really abuses him and looks good. Don't wait today. Write a healing sweet, modern pet chapter in the next plane. I don't seem to have written about Feng Xiaoqing's cute pet yet. I don't want to write about kittens and puppies, I want to write about a red panda dumpling... The small dumpling has the force value of a beast, but it is naturally stupid when it is cute in the depths. stupid.