Monster System: Quickly Transmigrate Male God's Favorite

Chapter 390 He Who Comes Against the Light (27)

The breath of Qianqiu is right next to his ears.

She whispered, "You know what to do next, don't you?"

"..."

Huo Qin's forehead was pressed against the cold wall, and there was a soft touch behind him.

With a hoarse voice, he said, "Stop making trouble."

Qianqiu's voice was stained with water vapor, and her voice was gorgeous and deep, with a hint of laziness.

"Really?" she asked, breath behind his ear.

"Really." He said in a low voice.

Qian Qiu glanced at the bulging veins on the side of his neck, as if he was holding back something.

"Oh..." She dragged her voice and said lazily, "Okay."

After she let go of Huo Qin, she jumped off the pile of debris.

There was a lot of water in the bathroom.

After Qianqiu jumped off, the water spread to his ankles, and he paddled across.

She still held the bath towel in her hand and wrapped it around her body.

There was the sound of the bathroom door being opened.

Qian Qiu went out, closed the door without saying a word.

Huo Qin lowered his eyes and did not catch up.

she left.

Maybe, really angry.

……

His forehead was pressed against the cold wall, not only forbearance, but also a little struggle.

Huo Qin sighed and looked back.

The door has been closed, and the figure can be vaguely seen shaking, as if changing clothes and planning to leave.

He walked to the shower that was still on and turned the water temperature to cold.

The cold water column washed over his loose clothes, which were soaked and clinging to his body.

He raised his bony fingers and brushed away the drops of water covering his eyes.

Don't know how long it took to flush.

Only then did he feel that the fire she had just ignited was completely extinguished.

Huo Qin took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and pinched the corner of his clothes, and was about to take off the top that was stuck to his body because it was soaked.

He is 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and slender legs.

Such a shape is already an aesthetic standard and advocates the golden ratio.

Just like in a stunning painting, the contours are sharp and delicate, and the figure of time and years is deposited.

He finally took off his shirt.

The leader of the special forces unit, the evil wolf who will bring disaster if he is careless in the eyes of drug lords.

Looking around, the body with beautiful lines and proportions is covered with scars.

The cold bullets passed by, and there were other indelible scars left behind after fighting.

Every skeletal muscle has potential explosive power.

He lowered his eyes and glanced coldly.

These scars are old, like bone-eating maggots, attached to every place.

all the time.

They were all reminding him of the deep blood feud he forged back then.

ten years.

Gesang flowers on the border bloom again after withering. They grow towards the sun. Looking around, the mountains and plains are full of the brilliant colors of Gesang flowers.

Those who used to look at the flowers together, one by one, are buried deep under the Gesang flowers, in the dark and cold land.

Countless blood was poured, and corpses piled up.

It took ten years and nine months.

Only then did they barely learn from the clues that were incomplete and stained with blood.

Complete information was pieced together.

In the end, the opponent was locked.

Years ago, the main force of the opponent was about to carry out a transfer activity.

Their task is to snipe and destroy them at all costs.

This is the only chance and the last chance.

Fight to the death.

……

If.

Like, is a luxury.

Whether I can live or not, I dare not even think about it.

He shouldn't give her a chance, shouldn't provoke her.

"It's good to go." He said in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)