Coming of the Villain Boss!

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Mingshu called the old orcs in the clan to whisper.

But the old orcs have never heard of a situation like Yunhuang, and even the orcs know that it is impossible to live without breathing and heartbeat.

What is Yunhuang?

Beast God?

Mingshu shuddered, impossible...she said that she would desecrate the beast god...

Mingshu is looking for warm food, and she needs to make up her mind.

Coincidentally, the name card was also there. When Mingshu came, the name card quickly got up: "The leader."

Mingshu waved his hand and made him feel free.

Naturally, he didn't dare to arbitrarily, so he moved Mingshu to Haystack. He kept talking, he didn't go during the sacrifice, but he heard the warmth.

The person she brought back was said to be the murderer who killed the orcs and blasphemed the beast gods.

The chief of their family had offended all nearby tribes.

How can I live in the future?

But Mingshu was obviously not in a good mood, and her smile was a bit...eerie.

I don't know why it feels like this.

But intuition told him not to provoke her at this time.

Ming Shu's sitting was mostly for a long time, and her warmth and love were gone. She sat alone in the darkness.

"what--"

Screams rang through the valley.

There was a chaotic voice outside.

Mingshu pushed away the crowd and stepped inside.

Yun Huang pressed the bound pangolin, the soft fingers that seemed to have no bones, penetrated the pangolin's abdomen, and the blood stained his hand.

He knelt on the ground halfway, looking at the orcs with a sideways look, and at a glance met Mingshu's gaze.

It is still the eyes without waves.

It seems that he is not committing an attack at this time.

Yun Huang's finger moved, and he pulled out his hand and brought out a heart...

"what……"

"What's it called?" Mingshu swept to the tribe: "Go back to sleep."

The tribes covered their mouths and shivered, but did not dare to violate Mingshu's orders and quickly left the valley open space.

"Boss..." Folded expression worried: "He... he is really a murderer, you..."

Mingshu looked at the official discount and lowered his voice: "Remember, no matter what he does, he is right."

Mingshu's voice was very low, and only one of the fame was heard.

He looked at Mingshu in astonishment, not understanding what this sentence meant.

No matter what he does, he is right.

can……

Was it wrong?

Until Mingshu walked towards the man, gently hugged him up and left, he never recovered.

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Mingshu raised the fire, and the light on Yunhuang's face was more enchanting, but he seemed to hate it, shrank in the darkness, and refused to show it.

Mingshu took his hand to clean the blood.

Yun Huang's cold and cold hand was held, and he slowly tilted his head to look at the person in front of him.

"He...damn."

Yunhuang biting words are still unclear.

"Huh." Mingshu said softly.

Yun Huang seems a little puzzled, why is she not angry? Why isn't she strange? Why not kill them like those people?

Mingshu placed him on a bed made of hay: "Are you hungry?"

Yunhuang did not say anything.

Mingshu took out a blanket and covered him: "Sleep without hunger."

The soft blanket was close to his body and very comfortable.

He looked sideways at the person next to her. She looked at the fire. From his direction, she could see her long eyelashes, wrapped in a warm halo.

Under the blanket, he slowly reached for his chest.

An empty place...

It seems to be hot.

For whom?

Is this person in front of you?

It should be her...

Because from the moment she met her... he felt it.

"who are you?"

Mingshu looked sideways, the fire flashed through her eyes: "Is it important to you?"

Yun Huang's fingers trembled: "It should...important."

Mingshu chuckled, anyway, he had no memory. If he did not bully at this time, what would he have to wait for?

Thinking about this, Mingshu deceived himself and embraced his lips in the expressionless calm of Yun Huang's face, tasting it lightly.

After Ming Shu's kiss, Yun Huang's face didn't change. He opened his dark eyes and looked at her quietly.

I don't seem to understand what Mingshu does.

Mingshu feels that he has fallen asleep now, and then runs away, he may not even know what happened to him.

Of course, Mingshu believed that she was not that bad, she lay down next to her and hugged her into her arms: "Sleep."

Yun Huang slowly said: "I... no need to sleep."

Mingshu: "..."

How did I step down?

Ming Shu simply said nothing, you don't sleep, I want to sleep!

Yun Huang was held in this way, he could hear the heartbeat of the person who hugged him, it was very clear, he had never...

Yun Huang's fingertips slowly touched Mingshu's chest, and his palm was not intended to cover somewhere. He lowered his eyes slightly and swept his flat chest.

why……

Different?

So soft!

His wrist was suddenly choked, and he looked up to a pair of smiling eyes: "No touching."

"Why... why? It's soft and comfortable."

Mingshu: "..."

Do you really want to say such "indescribable" words with a faceless expression?

Mingshu aimed at Yunhuang's back neck, but with a pair of eyes on Yunhuang, Mingshu coughed: "Sleep, don't touch it, or beat you."

Yun Huang expressed his doubts by pursing his lips.

But Mingshu clasped his hands, and he couldn't move. He could only stare at the void.

In the middle of the night, Yunhuang broke away from Mingshu's hands and wanted to sit up, but the person beside him woke up immediately.

Yunhuang is like a student caught in a bag, sitting dead still.

"Where do you want to go?"

Yun Huang took a long time to point out.

"Why do you go outside in the middle of the night?" Mingshu didn't speak well, but got up, wrapped him in a blanket, and hugged him out.

Yun Huang gently touched Mingshu's shoulder, pointing to the position of the pangolin before.

Mingshu held him in the past.

The body of the pangolin is still there, next to his pulled heart.

Yunhuang was about to go down, and Mingshu placed him on a flat place to make sure he stood firm and surrounded him vainly.

Yun Huang looked at her, and then looked at the body on the ground.

Mingshu raised an eyebrow: "Someone will clean up tomorrow."

Yun Huang looked at her quietly for a few seconds, then slowly shook her head.

He walked out of Mingshu's protection circle and began to draw things in the center of the pangolin.

It is a simple picture of the beast god.

Yun Huang painted quickly, and seems to have painted countless times.

When the picture of the beast **** was finished, Yunhuang bit his finger, and blood dripped into the middle of the beast **** picture.

Mingshu saw that heart suddenly disappeared.

There is no sign.

Yunhuang seemed exhausted, his hands propped up on the ground, and Mingshu stepped forward to support him: "What is this? Are you really killing those orcs?"

"They...damn."

"why?"

Yun Huang thought for a while and suffocated a word: "Bad."

Bad?

How bad?

"Then what did you draw?" The orcs thought that the murderer's drawing of the beast **** was a blasphemy.

But it seems not...

Yun Huang shook his head, he didn't know, he only knew he had to do it.

Mingshu: "..."

Pills pills.

In this world, the goblin is afraid to be a fool again.