Super God Knight Evolution

Angel Yan opened the car door, first stretched his fair and slender left leg into the car, then held on to the seat and slowly moved his body in to sit on the seat, and finally gently lifted his right leg and moved in.

"Snapped!"

Angel Yan closed the car door and stretched his slender legs forward. They were white, moist and straight, and An Lan felt very restless inside just by looking at them.

He doesn't have emotions, but he still has desires.

"Snapped!"

Angel Yan patted his big white legs, leaned his body towards An Lan, and teased An Lan who was starting the car with a charming face: "Do my legs look good?"

"generally."

An Lan pressed the one-button start button and said calmly: "I can play with this leg for a year at most."

"Haha, legs are playing in the year, "fate stay night"?"

Angel Yan giggled and his flowers trembled. He was quite satisfied with An Lan's answer, but he also picked out some flaws.

"I like this sentence very much, but it is not suitable for me. High-level angels are all third-generation gods, and their lifespan is endless. As long as no accident occurs, they can live until the destruction of the universe.

The meme "Legs Wan Nian" is suitable for ordinary people, but inappropriate for angels. I don't want my lover to lose interest in my body after just one year. "

Angel Yan said and shook his thigh again. As long as it does not violate public order and good customs, Angel is always willing to show off his beauty.

"Then take it one year at a time."

An Lan paused and added: "I won't be able to handle it for too long at a time. You have to be considerate of my physical condition."

The two drove each other to show respect, harmoniously like a pair of lovers who have been in love for many years.

However, the two of them had only known each other for a few hours. One had no feelings for the other other than sex, such as liking or love, while the other only had the most basic affection for the former.

This is the battle between the old driver and the old Siji!

"That's pretty much it."

Angel Yan smiled with satisfaction, shook his legs again, blew out a breath of hot breath toward An Lan, and said seductively: "Want to play, now.

If you say yes, I will extend my legs to you right now. This is the angel's promise. "

"hehe."

An Lan sneered unmoved and said disdainfully: "Before the angel, you are first and foremost a beautiful woman.

Zhang Wuji's mother told him that the more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at lying. Even before Zhang Wuji understood this truth, I already understood it. "

"The little mouth is so sweet."

Angel Yan chuckled again, seemingly moved by the words "beautiful and beautiful" that An Lan said, but in fact he was not at all.

If An Lan had feelings, then if he used these two words to describe Angel Yan, the latter would be really happy. But Angel Yan knew that An Lan didn't.

His flattery and praise were not sincere, but just like artificial intelligence and AI, he felt that it should be said at this time, so he said it like this.

She's not really happy.

She is happy just because she knows that if she is happy, An Lan will also feel happy. An Lan still has such things as emotions.

It sounds very humble and licking, and you try your best to play the role that the other person likes, and find topics that the other person likes to make the other person happy.

But Angel Yan likes this feeling. At least she has never lost anything. High-level angels have eternal life, and it doesn't hurt to try some challenging things occasionally.

At least it's more interesting than teasing those young people who fall for the bait as soon as they are seduced.

"Buzz buzz..."

The engine made a low roar and the vehicle started.

Angel Yan suddenly turned his head and looked around again, inspecting the details inside the car, twitching his nose and sniffing lightly from time to time, as if he was sitting in his boyfriend's car to check whether he had a girlfriend who was cheating on him.

"What are you doing now?"

An Lan held the steering wheel with his left hand and turned his head to question. He really couldn't understand Angel Yan's operation.

"Don't you see?"

Angel Yan rolled his eyes, looked at An Lan with stern eyes, and said seriously: "I was checking the car for other women's hair and other women's perfume.

Wanted to see if you had any other women ride in the passenger seat of this car. "

An Lan was slightly speechless.

Lowering the driver's window, An Lan lit another cigarette for himself and puffed out the smoke: "According to my understanding of the three generations of gods, with the blessing of supercomputer computing power, you should be able to easily access all the information of Blue Star." information.

French criminologist Edmond Rocca once said that wherever you walk you leave traces.

My experiences in the past twenty years, what people I have come into contact with and what words I have said will all leave traces on the dark matter plane, and you can easily access this information.

I used this car to pull Qilin and Mengmeng. You should have known this a long time ago. You should also know every detail and atomic level structure of this car.

I don't understand why you still do this. "

Isn’t it unnecessary to use low-level means to check things that we already know?

"Huh, I'm not happy anymore." Angel Yan pouted, pretending to be a vaguely angry girlfriend. I'm going to cry and I need you to coax me to be happy.

"Why?"

An Lan's black question mark, even now he doesn't know what Angel Yan is doing. No matter how chaotic and evil he is, he is only in his forties in his past and present lives combined.

The person sitting next to him is an old goblin with seven thousand years of experience.

"Of course I know who you have driven with this car. I also know who has sat in the passenger seat of this car. I even know the atomic structure of every part of this car.

But if you tell me who you have driven with your own mouth, I will be unhappy."

Angel Yan crossed her arms and pouted, as if she was sulking.

"I thought Angel wouldn't care about this."

An Lan took a puff of cigarette and had a headache. He felt that Angel Yan was making trouble for no reason, if the posts on Bihu and Mop were correct.

"Of course Angel wouldn't care about this."

The sadness and faint anger on Angel Yan's face disappeared, replaced by a sincere, beautiful and charming smile.

The speed of this face change is comparable to An Lan's. An Lan is not the only one who understands what acting is.

Angel Yan suddenly turned to An Lan's side, leaned forward, held the steering wheel with her right hand, and put her head close to An Lan's face, keeping a distance of about 20 centimeters, hovering on the boundary between safety and ambiguity.

"Angel just wants you to know that Angel cares about you."

She said.

There was an unspeakable affection in her eyes. This was of course also acting. Her acting skills were always good. It was impossible to become the first Yun Siji in the Milky Way with only computing power support.

Angel Yan laid the groundwork for a long time and finally showed her true colors.

An Lan suddenly had a myocardial infarction and a dull headache.

This woman is so good at flirting. The first Yun Siji in the Milky Way is really not a waste of her reputation. I underestimated her before.

An Lan felt that most men in the Milky Way would be defeated by this move.

Fortunately, I opened the blood lock.

I am a pigeon killer. I have no feelings.