God-Level Choice

Chapter 482 Not Drunk! 【Please Customize】

"Hey, Clovis, where are the props? Where is my scabbard?" Lin Yunbo, wearing Austin's gorgeous uniform, frowned as he dragged his robe over his own great sword. When I came over, I looked down at the slit in the scabbard and couldn't see the gem. I walked towards the camera and noticed that everyone was ignoring him. Then I subconsciously scanned everyone's eyes.

That's when I stopped.

His eyes were tightly stuck to the back of Chu Feng, not drunk. After filming the world of Legendary, he was so clear that he saw Chu Feng's body in the sunlight. After a few months, the lines on the other side of my waist were thinner and more beautiful than I remembered. The shoulder bones are prominent because of their straight back, the arc is as beautiful as it is amazing. The long wig hits the chest, and the entire back line stretches very smoothly, with a pair of slender and a pair of lightweight low-rise jeans.

Even more attractive is the carefully drawn pattern of vines on his chest.

Lin Yunbo forgot what to say once, otherwise Clovis' actions reminded him.

Clovis excitedly held his wrist and took a few steps towards Chu Feng. Then he pointed to Chu Feng's backing pattern, and said to him: "You remember your movements for a while, first chase and slash with a sword, remember that the movements must be somewhat harsh. In short, after discovering his secret, you must Very surprised turn him over and press against the wall, and then, before you remember, run your gentle, very gentle fingers across the patterns.To show your emotions, the paint doesn't melt, but comes off easily. "

Lin Yunbo's astringency and gentle stroking?

He smiled, turned around and grabbed his wrists, while the two brothers laughed, squatting on the inside of their arms.

"What hurts?"

Lin Yunbo found that the other party seemed very angry, and this momentum suddenly dissipated a lot. He nodded, ~"Painful"

I changed into a pair of pants,. With minimal movement, I slid to the edge of the pool and crouched there.

The water has been completely cooled from lukewarm and the cold has penetrated into the pores. However, he didn't tremble, and his expression was very quiet.

Machines and workers are waiting for positions. Clovis was not there, watching a monitor in a shed outside the stadium and directing orders.

"Preparation"

I finished my expression, my face moved slightly, I changed my posture, and I didn't move.

"OK! 3! 2! 1! Action!"

There was a loud bang.

Almost at the moment the sound fell, the entrance to the bathtub was kicked open.

Aston slammed into the bathroom with his weightlifting sword in his rich robes, and almost immediately, his eyes were fixed on the young man lying on the edge of the bath.

Alfred's slender, satin-like black hair spread out like a skirt, sinking in the water, some hanging over his shoulders, undulating like water. glanced at

Then his eyes sharpened suddenly, and he approached the pool at a distance of three or two steps, flinching back in ignorant horror, a sword tipped toward the other man's head.

Alfred sank into the water and waited until he came out again, already in the middle of the tub. He was startled, turned pale, tried to slide towards the bank, noticed the unusual behavior and yelled: "What are you doing!" A young man preparing to flee.

The sword was ferocious, the angle and force of the cut would obviously kill him. Alfred is unknown, but his survival instincts lead him to fight back. He dodges the sword and jumps onto it due to the buoyancy of the water, but he is quickly pulled towards him by his opponent.

Why!

His eyes were wide open, blood gradually covered his eyes, and his face was stunned, unbelievable.

The adults he admired and admired the most are killing him now! What mistake did he make? Did he harm the military and the adults?

In an instant, the saw blade will explode from top to bottom drive.

Alfred mourned frankly, closing his eyes like a calf prepared for slaughter. The blood in his dying body was boiling, and he was afraid and unwilling to accept it. His judgment by being unrecognized is even more unacceptable.

The pores are swaying and opening, and as the tarot cards are pressed down, complex patterns slowly emerge from the tailbone, covering the fair skin, and climbing on his back, shoulders and even half of his abdomen. Yingying's afterglow reflected on him, splashing a pool of water, closing his eyes, quietly waiting for his youthful suffocation.

Holding the sword, the tip of the sword slowly left the opponent's face, and was quietly thrown aside.

...asking for flowers......

He took a step closer, staring at the opponent's face, stretched out his hand to stop on the opponent's twitching eyelashes, slowly slid down, and carried the visible pattern on the abdomen.

Alfred cheered up and opened his eyes: "What are you doing!"

"Blessed are the magic vines of the elf's forest" Austin ignored him, muttering what he wanted to say. The closer he gets to the hand, the more he will.

Alfred was so scared that he pushed away to escape. Alston yelled at him frantically: "Don't move! Let me see clearly"

"My lord! You are crazy." Alfred fled to the shore and fled. His face was terrified. He did not expect that the hand that was paddling would be caught by the other. He was then dragged back without resistance.

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"You let go of me!" He started screaming and kicking each other: "What are you going to do?"

Yelling, shortness of breath, ecstatic eyes.

"Don't move." He said twice, seeing that Alfred still wanted to run, frowning, couldn't help turning the other side over his shoulder, pressing it against the side of the pool,

"do not move"

Alfred went crazy: "My lord!"

Austin parted Alfred's soft black hair, then laid his, almost adoringly, on the other's back.

His eyes became more and more, and his movements became more and more, he suddenly said: "Magic Vine, Alfred, where are you from?" He approached Alfred, gently hugging the other side from behind: "Where are you from?"

Alfred was trembling all over:

"Where are you from?" Still muttering, "Tell me, where are you from?"

"I'm from the Principality of Safran" Alfred said softly, "Please let me go"

"No, you're wrong. You're not from the Principality of Safran. You're from the richest east of the continent." Aston grew closer, seeing each other, as his whispers died down and his eyes tensed. arm. With your head firmly on the other side of your face, slide your hand into the water and place it on top of the other. "Look, look at these beautiful patterns. Your blood is noble, you are blessed by the elves of the forest, and your parents blessed and blessed. Don't tell you this man".

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