Male God, a Little Su

The boy didn't say a word, and the Nongyan face was covered with a layer of ice. He pursed his lips and angrily put her on the bed.

Su Yan, who was out of her arms, lay on her side on the bed, her brows furrowed, except for the pain that escaped from time to time. She was quiet, as if asleep.

But if you look closely at her hand, you will find that her hand is clenching hard, bulging dark-blue blood vessels, fragile and helpless.

"Boom thump-"

Old Xiao stood outside the door in trepidation and knocked on the door, and asked in a low voice, "Su, Miss Su, do you still need me to call for you—"

Before he finished speaking, a tongue of flame burst out from the crack of the door, almost burning him.

"roll!"

Qingyue's youthful voice was a little hoarse in his throat. Like a good musical instrument, it is particularly beautiful in the night.

Old Xiao was startled and turned around blankly.

What's the matter, why is there a man in Miss Su's room?

...

"Hey, can you hear me?"

The handsome-eyed boy leaned over and questioned aggrievedly.

It's a pity that he didn't know if the other party heard it.

"Did you know that you almost won't come back? If others can, can't I?" He snorted again, looking at Su Yan's eyes with extra focus.

It was as if he was going to swallow her in one bite, and for no reason he brought a bit of ferocity that belonged to beasts.

Until this time, the little fox, who had always been docile as a pet, showed some instincts.

His cold fingers touched Su Ro's cheek, which was hot.

Su Yan narrowed her eyes, her brain was in chaos.

boom--

Xiaobai's mind went blank, is this, this woman acting like a spoiled child at him?

Blood dripped from his cheeks, and in a moment of daze, his long hair was suddenly grabbed by a slender and beautiful hand, and he quickly pulled it down.

"noob……"

Su Yan opened her lips and whispered a name.

The little fox turned into a young man, and his dark eyes were instantly filled with a red light.

No hesitation ever again...

...

In the early morning, the villa was quiet.

In a room on the second floor, there was a woman's hoarse voice with a sneer.

The fox, which had turned into a huge alien beast, crouched obediently at the woman's feet, rubbed her toes with his soft hair in a pleasing manner, and a whimper escaped from his throat.

"It's long enough, eh?"

"Still pretending to be dead?"

Su Rou kicked over, but she didn't have the slightest strength. She gritted her teeth and played with the Tang knife, which was flickering with cold light. The snow-white feet stepped on its back, and it felt as if the bones were about to break when the feet were lifted.

"Aren't you very capable? Now you know you're pretending to be good? What did you do before?!"

She exhaled a suffocating breath, her face almost frozen.

When she woke up, she felt that her body was no longer her own.

What did this coquettish and innocent thing do all day, making Su Yan think of it, she can't wait to kill it with a knife.

"Woooo-"

The alien beast didn't dare to move, but quietly protected a certain part with its tail.

Pretending to keep rubbing Su Ro's fingers with his head, the coquettish voice in his throat seemed to make a nice sound. .

Su Yan looked upset and kicked it away.

"I can change shape a long time ago, right? Go away, I'm not in the mood to deal with you now!"

In fact, Su Yan's foot had no strength at all, but the obedient large fox neatly followed her movements and rolled on the ground twice.

A burst of soft light passed by, and the huge fox turned into a beautiful young man.

When I saw a one-star malicious negative review, it was really like eating shit... I didn't press my head and force some people to read my book. Since I feel that what I wrote is useless and like shit, why do you have to force yourself to eat it, and then come to me after eating and tell me: Bah! Is shit really hard to eat? For this kind of person, I just want to raise my middle finger and say that as far as your thoughts go, you can go as far as you want? (This remark is not aimed at the little angel clam who loves me, it’s purely a rant, it’s a real response. Since writing the book, I have only met two people who gave me a one-star negative review, and the point they grabbed was the same problem, I couldn’t help but let it go. I doubt that this person is the trumpet of the original one?)