Come to Douluo, don't be a scumbag

He seemed to be muttering something to that fat dragon, and the fat dragon's eyes lit up, and he let out a few cheerful calls.

Turning around, the golden dragon let out a joyful cry, and quickly rushed towards the still struggling, not yet dead, strange force baboon.

The strange force baboon let out a desperate roar, and when the golden dragon's fangs bit his neck, he had already lost his breath.

Blood and minced meat splattered everywhere, and the scene looked a little scary.

I'm not very used to seeing these things either. When I saw this scene, I felt a little disgusted, and the direct expression was that my face turned pale.

Hu Hu Hu.

I can't stop breathing, with a certain rhythm.

This has a certain effect on relieving my stress.

I was indoctrinated very early on that the strong are kings. I personally killed a soul beast when I was six years old. I have also experienced killing a soul beast during the years of growing up. I am no stranger to killing.

It's just that this kind of scene is indeed terrifying that I have never seen before.

He looked indifferent, and first quickly cleaned the surrounding area, removing some blood stains and other things.

He walked towards me unhurriedly.

He is very adaptable.

I think no matter how many soul beasts he has killed, this is the first time he has seen this kind of situation.

The wildest place is where the savage soul beasts bite and eat each other.

My body has not been dried yet, the breeze is blowing, and it is a little cold.

I supported the big tree and stood up, and a figure emerged from the hidden grass.

The grass is also a bit cold, and I step on the ground with bare feet.

Water droplets flowed from my collarbone to my thighs, making me feel itchy.

I unconsciously tightened my legs.

The sound of footsteps gradually became clearer.

I suddenly felt my heart beating violently, and I pinched the corner of his robe.

It must be cold.

Da da da.

His footsteps suddenly stopped.

I raised my head slightly, and he suddenly appeared in front of me.

The two were a little close.

There is still some bloody smell on his body, and I can still smell it clearly with the cat's sense of smell.

Ripples quietly appeared in my heart.

Probably because I was afraid that I would smell uncomfortable, so I went to clean it.

I think so in my heart.

I raised my head slightly, and suddenly felt his gaze.

There was no doubt that his eyes were burning, and he surveyed the uncovered hem of my robe.

His fair thighs and round calves were all reflected in his gaze.

He scanned my figure from top to bottom with sweeping eyes.

Some shame.

I couldn't help curling my little toes.

I don't have too much disgust, only a touch of shyness.

His performance just now really surprised me. He is a soul master with three rings, and he was able to forcibly defeat a baboon with strange power that might be a ten thousand year soul beast.

I have to admit that I have never seen such a teenager.

I also have to admit that he was very handsome just now when he was carrying the strange power baboon.

My thoughts diverged, and my thoughts began to fly along the brain circuit at high speed again.

If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't even have to face that terrifying soul beast head-on.

I am not a girl who laments the secular world, but my experience is too tortuous, and I am occasionally

He can completely avoid any possibility of death.

Everyone knows that the cruelty of a powerful soul beast, if the level is not enough, it is basically death without life.

But he still stepped forward resolutely, without any hesitation.

A warm current flows quietly to my heart.

I haven't seen tenderness for a long time.

Is it true that I will be treated with tenderness?

All in all, it seems that the clouds have cleared and the fog has dispersed, the confusion is gone, and the firmness remains.

In the thick fog, a hand finally reached out and forcefully pulled me out of the vortex.

The so-called cloud opens to see the moon is like this.

Because of the lack of focus and the tumbling of my thoughts, I didn't speak for a long time.

So does he.

Time is silent, but it has its own charm.

It's cold outside, let's go back first.

He broke the silence and beckoned me to go back first.

I nodded in agreement.

Inexplicably, I wanted to laugh.

We've known each other for a few days, why are we as restrained as we were at the beginning.

But the etiquette ceremony is really nothing to say.

Another characteristic of him was discovered.

Very understanding of etiquette.

Etiquette is not a plus in my eyes, and I don't require my boyfriend to know it, but it still seems a little more comfortable.

However, why do I think of my boyfriend.

Somewhat strange.

He made a please gesture.

I also followed his gestures and walked ahead one step ahead.

Suddenly an idea came to mind.

It would be better if parallel.