100 Ways to Get the Male God

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Qian Zeer's eyes sank slightly, and the emotions in his pure blue eyes surged. He raised his thin lips strangely, and his tone was somewhat inexplicable, "You wouldn't think..."

His tone was slightly sarcastic, with a hint of weird ridicule, softly, ignoring her knife, took a step forward, and a cruel smile appeared on his thin lips.

However, the girl blinked, but when he was about to reach for the knife, he suddenly stood on tiptoe, and her lips softly pressed against his fair profile.

Qian Zeer's movements suddenly froze, and his consciousness fell into a trance for a moment. The wrist was flexibly grasped by the other party, and the handcuffs were easily placed on it.

The young man was slightly stunned, seeing that the other party backed away without hesitation, licked his lips, and smiled casually: "Tsk, your vigilance is very poor."

He suddenly realized that her kissing him was just a joke, a distraction, without any ambiguous meaning at all, just a bait to lure the prey. \u0026amp;1t;i\u0026amp;gt;\u0026amp;1t;/i\u0026amp;gt;

She actually treated him like this.

Play like a prey.

The icy rage surged into his mind in an instant, Qian Zeer gritted his teeth slightly, the bottom of his eyes was faintly red, he scratched the handcuffs on his hand, and the white wrist was slightly bleed, and the girl in front of him just glanced at it, Frowning in displeasure: "Bleeding, it doesn't look good."

All she cares about is whether the prey looks good or not.

How could...how could this be done to him.

The young man himself couldn't tell what the grievances and anger in his heart were. He looked at the man in front of him staring at the silver knife fascinatedly, and didn't notice him at all, and he smiled casually with his lips hooked, "Qian Zeer, I see you. The most beautiful person who has ever lived will surely die the most beautiful."

She looked up into his eyes, "Don't you really want me to understand you? I remember you like to take people's organs as a souvenir. I like your eyes the most, why don't you dig them out...as a souvenir." \u0026amp ;1t;i\u0026amp;gt;\u0026amp;1t;/i\u0026amp;gt;

The blood in Qian Zeer's eyes was almost overflowing. He didn't see how he moved, but the handcuffs had been easily untied. He stretched out his hand to hold her neck, but strangely didn't use any strength, but tried his best to restrain:

"I'll give you a chance, think about it, do you want to kill me or not."

Although uncontrollably cruel, his tone was romantic and strange, but his voice trembled slightly, almost like a helpless child, making his last helpless prayer.

"I think it's interesting to kill you." The girl looked at him sideways, but raised her eyebrows without hesitation.

The boy's brain ached again.

He was almost mad, and his beautiful pure blue eyes stared at her. The killing game that I liked in the past is extremely disgusting at this moment, so disgusting that I almost want to throw away the knife in her hand immediately, so as not to let her fascinated eyes stop on the knife, and to prevent her from thinking of killing herself.

She teased him like a pet.

Don't care... if you say kill, kill.

The bottom of the boy's eyes turned scarlet, and his voice finally lost the careless softness, and said slightly hoarsely:

"...No. You are not allowed to kill."

The girl raised her eyes and said coldly, "Why?"

"Don't kill." The other party murmured, the silver knife in his hand fell on the ground, he leaned over and hugged her desperately, his fair and delicate chin rested on her shoulder, blood surged from his out of control brain, but he gritted his teeth fiercely. :

"No. If I don't kill you, neither will you, that kind of thing...not so good. Not good at all."

In the end, he was almost aggrieved.

She hates perverts.

Yes.

He was also...disgusted.