Doomsday Madman: The Prince of Tennis

In the end, Atobe was still defeated by this slight erosion.

"You guys are really good at this."

Ming Yang held the racket and replied with a smile: "Concession and concession."

Atobe snorted softly, so angry that he wanted to pinch that brat's face.

There was already a lot of excitement outside the arena, and the record of three consecutive championships created a new legend, which would become the goal that all schools would chase for a long time to come.

Ming Yang stood on the court and looked in the direction of Li Haida. The promise that Zeng Jin missed was finally fulfilled at this moment.The players of Lihai University cheered and gave him a high-five gesture. The moment Naruto raised his racket, there was another thunderous applause.

However, at the next moment, Mingyang threw away the racket and ran towards the exit. He was still standing on the court like him, and Atobu was stunned for a moment before he realized it, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.Others outside the arena watched with astonishment as Ming Yang's back disappeared into the arena, and ran away without even attending the awards ceremony.

The hot sun in Kyoto in August is like fire, and the whole city has a strong and fiery smell.

Standing on the unfamiliar street, Ming Yang suddenly felt a sense of desolation. At this moment, it seemed that all the helpless waiting for more than two years had turned into endless grievances and suddenly poured out inexplicably.

When he was in the submarine laboratory, Sanada had imagined countless times what it would be like to see Naruto again, but when he actually saw him, he was standing alone in the bustling crowd with a feeling of helplessness. The loneliness expressed in words, at that moment, there was no other feeling except the pain like a knife piercing the heart.

At that moment, he suddenly understood that no matter what kind of existence he became in the eyes of other people, whether he was afraid or disgusted, in front of this person, he was always the one who wanted to protect him and make him feel at ease. Sanada, who relies on worry-free but seems extraordinarily dull and cares about gains and losses, wants to be a perfect lover.

Time and space seemed to be isolated into another world, and the body was brought into a familiar embrace in an instant, surrounded by Sanada's breath.

Naruo grabbed Sanada's clothes so hard that his fingertips turned white no matter what, he refused to let go.

Sanada felt a touch of wetness on his neck, and was taken aback for a moment before realizing that it was Naruo's tears.

At that moment, he felt as if he had returned to the gloomy underwater laboratory again. The endless pain caught him off guard and submerged him in the cold sea water. He could only hold on tightly to the only obsession that made him struggle to survive. There is only a chance of survival.

At this moment, he knew clearly that if Naruo Inaba did not exist in this world, then he would not be able to survive anymore.

A black business car was driving from Kyoto to Tokyo in the gradually blurred night, and Naruo was sleeping soundly with his pillow on Sanada's lap and his arms around his waist.

Now that he has sealed his power, he is no longer as sleepy as before, and it has been a long time since he slept so peacefully and deeply.

The scenery on both sides recedes in the night and interweaves into a dark phantom. Sanada's figure blends into the night, and only the outline of the facial features can be seen in the dim light and shadow, with a hard and cold feeling. But on the contrary, it is There was a bottomless tenderness in his eyes hidden in the darkness.

Ming Yang woke up from a burst of fragrance. He lifted the blanket and found that his body was refreshed, and his sweat-soaked sportswear had been changed into pajamas.

Of course, it is impossible for him to be put into the bathtub and not wake up, but he just doesn’t want to move. The peace of mind that he doesn’t have to worry about anything and will be wrapped in a solid shell makes him not want to move, he just wants to curl up in this Under the gentle protection, all the anxiety and loneliness in the past will be driven away.

"Are you awake?" Sanada walked up to Naruto and sat down next to him, held Naruto's outstretched hand, and wrapped Naruto's hand completely in his palm with his slender fingers.

Mingyang turned over and sat on Sanada's lap, and the two were so close that they breathed and heard each other.

Both of them stared greedily at each other, as if they wanted to fill up the lost time in the past.

Naruo stretched out his other hand, and rubbed Sanada's face with slightly cool fingers. Obviously, his appearance hadn't changed much, but his whole person gave off a sharp and cold feeling.There was a gentle smile in Ming Yang's voice: "Uncle has become handsome."

Sanada's eyes gradually darkened, and his eyes seemed to be a surging deep sea.

Naruto pulled his hand out of Sanada's palm, hooked his arms around Zhen's neck, and the smile in his eyes reflected the endless brilliance of the lights.

"Uncle."

Sanada clasped Ming Yang's waist and locked him in his arms, and responded in a low voice: "I'm here."

"Uncle."

"I am here."

"Uncle..."

"I'm back, I'm really back, Ming Yang."

Naruo leaned closer to Sanada, their noses touched each other, their breath intertwined and lingering.

Sanada slightly leaned over to hold Naruo's lips. The moment his lips touched, it seemed that all his longing and admiration poured out. The madness and aggression that was buried deep in his soul could no longer be disguised and hidden.

This kiss faded away all the tenderness, expressing the paranoid possessiveness deep in the heart to the fullest.

Lips are entangled with each other, and the tip of the tongue is greedily entangled with each other.

But the more possessive, the more it feels insufficient.

Following his instinct, he locked Naruto's body between the sofa and himself, opened Naruto's clothes with the hand clasped around his waist, and rubbed the soft and smooth skin of Naruto's waist with thin callused fingers.

Naruto raised his head slightly, Sanada's slender and fair neck came into view, the endless darkness in his eyes was filled with obsession and madness that he didn't know, red marks were printed on the snow-white skin between the lips and teeth, stained He has a breath that belongs to him alone.

The darkness in Sanada's eyes permeated, and faint black lines appeared on his cheeks, giving his cold facial features a hint of evil.

Naruto clasped Sanada's neck with both hands, a soft and lingering blur appeared in his eyes, and his elegant and long voice was now tinged with a bewitching hoarseness: "Xianichiro..."

Fingers with a slightly cool touch got in from the hem of the clothes and walked all the way along the waist to the back. The fingertips seemed to have sparks, which made the heart feel hot and numb.The palm moved from the shoulder to Sanada's broad chest, and the fingertips twirled to touch the position of his heart, which was beating violently as if it was going to break through the chest cavity, and even his hands were trembling with the frequency of the heartbeat.

Naruto raised his head and approached Sanada, licking his lips lightly with the tip of his tongue, his voice was as soft as a whisper: "Uncle..."

The faint black thin lines on Sanada's face interweave into a fine scale under the skin. The scales are faintly visible on the skin. Naruo touched the scales on the surface of Sanada's face with his lips. It feels like the skin of a snake. Cool and smooth, Ming Yang's voice with a smile rang in Sanada's ear: "It's a very unique feeling, so this is the scale of the magic dragon? Uncle."

While speaking, the fingers attached to his heart slid all the way down to his abdomen, and the fingertips walked gently along the lines of the abdominal muscles. The hot and seductive touch almost eroded all of Sanada's thinking, hooked Aroused the most secret occupation and desire in his heart.

This person teased him unscrupulously like this, awakening the nature that was suppressed in his soul and dared not reveal it bit by bit.

Crazy jealous of everyone who gets close to him and occupies his attention, tries his best to suppress the desire to touch him and occupy him, and even breeds in the depths of his heart to imprison him silently in a place that only he knows Such a dark thought to the extreme.

Perhaps those dark and paranoid possessive desires have been suppressed too deeply, and now a little teasing is counterproductive, and they all burst out and can no longer be covered up.

He eagerly wanted to have everything about this person and was careful not to be disgusted, but when he finally couldn't help revealing his truest desire, he found that the other party not only did not refuse, but even showed a hint of connivance. The chain was completely broken, and it was like a waterfall that was pouring down and could no longer be gathered back.

The fiery kiss was pressed down again, and reason fell apart amidst the lingering lips and tongue.The slightly cool and fiery limbs | body | intertwined ‖, a pair of slender snow-white arms climbed up Sanada's back, jade-like fingers walked on his firm and tight muscles, and when the fingertips slid over, Namai A layer of fine black scales will appear on the dark skin, and then disappear under the skin in an instant, crystal sweat rolls down the line of the back, dyeing the air with a hot and strong erotic breath .

The whole space seems to be sinking into a vortex of boiling heat waves, the intertwined breaths are stained with a hot and lingering feeling of drunkenness, time seems to have forgotten the passage of time, and souls intermingle|melt together and get involved in the fiery heat emotional tide.

The fingers clinging to Sanada's back suddenly clasped together, the fingertips convulsed slightly as if it was unbearable, and there was a hint of blue and white color, Naruto's long and hoarse voice was accompanied by a weak sob: "Uncle... um... ...Genichiro..."

Beads of sweat dripped from the tip of Sanada's nose, and his whole person looked more ferocious and wild than his usual stern and steady appearance, his black-stained eyes filled with bottomless desire and fascination.

Sanada's eyes tightly locked onto Naruto's face, imprinting every subtle expression of his in the bottom of his eyes, and the kind of fragility with a trace of confusion that belonged to him was eroding him like a drug, and would He was pulled into the vortex of confusion and obsession and couldn't care about anything else.

No one knew that in that cold and dark laboratory, during the short sleep after being injected with the dragon gene stock solution, he would hug him, kiss him, and make more love to him in the occasional confused dream. Much encroachment.

However, at this moment he realized that no matter how intoxicated and confused the dream was, it was still not as good as this person's casual eyes and words that made him fascinated in reality.

He couldn't help lowering his head and holding Naruto's lips in his mouth repeatedly, and clasped Naruto's waist with thin callused fingers, leaving a faint mark. Hearing Naruto's low moan with a hint of begging for mercy, Sanada's voice Lips turned and kissed his slightly frowned eyebrows, and the hoarse voice was filled with endless tenderness: "Mingyang...Mingyang..." However, on the contrary, it was his movements, with an undisguised possessive desire Uncontrollable ferocity.

The fiery tide of love ‖ rolls a beautiful room and pulls people into endless tenderness.

The dim wall lamp and the twilight of the morning sun intertwined into a warm haze. Sanada sat on the edge of the bed and quietly looked at Naruto's sleeping side face, the black color in his eyes faded to reveal a quiet tenderness.

There has never been a moment like this, where he is so sure that he is still alive in this world.

When he came out alive from the submarine laboratory and became the controller of Jikong, he thought he would be at a loss and didn't know how to control the power in his hands, but the fact is that power, calculation, and killing all seem to have no master Self-taught, even killing someone with his own hands is so indifferent that there is no fluctuation in his heart.

The strong man who once stood tall in front of him is now cautious, and occasionally there is deep fear in his eyes.

Sometimes he can't even tell whether it is his own nature or the influence of the dragon's egg, and even... maybe he is no longer the Sanada he used to be, just a child from the dragon's egg that has integrated Sanada's memory. A monster that evolved from eggs.

But when he saw this person, the imprint engraved on his soul gradually came to life.

Memory can be copied, but it cannot reproduce the throbbing and affection engraved on the soul.

As long as this person is by his side, he can be sure that he is really living in this world.

The sun shone through the curtains with a layer of warm yellowish light. Ming Yang rolled around on the bed in a half-dream and half-awake state. The cool and smooth touch of his naked body against the thin ice blanket woke him up completely.

Wrapped in a nightgown and walked to the living room, there was a faint scent coming from the kitchen, Ming Yang couldn't help laughing at the thought of the scent.

Sanada came out of the kitchen and handed him a cup of warm milk, locked Mingyang's body into his arms with both arms, leaned slightly and asked in Mingyang's ear, "What are you laughing at?"

"I was thinking that I also smelled the smell of food when I woke up yesterday, but unfortunately I didn't eat it in the end." While speaking, he hooked his arms around Sanada's neck, rubbed Sanada's face with the tip of his nose and said, "Uncle, you Why have I grown so much taller?" Sanada was half a head taller than him when he was 170, but now Sanada is almost a head taller when he is 177.

There was a hint of a smile in Sanada's eyes, and he comforted him: "You will grow longer, I have already formed a shape." Since he integrated into the dragon's egg, he felt that his body had been adjusted to the best state, At the same time, it is equivalent to ending the development period ahead of schedule.

Ming Yang snorted softly: "No matter how long you grow, it is impossible to grow as tall as Uncle."

"It's no good being as tall as me." Sanada looked at Mingyang's face, with a faint smile flickering deep in his eyes.

Naruto narrowed his eyes slightly, stood on tiptoe and whispered in Sanada's ear: "Is it good to not have to tiptoe when kissing you?"

Sanada's hand clasped around Mingyang's waist slightly tightened, and his hot breath fell on the side of Mingyang's neck, the kiss fell naturally, restraining all domineering and encroachment, leaving only lingering tenderness.

Ming Yang stepped back slightly to end the lingering good morning kiss, and walked into the kitchen first to find the source of the fragrance.

Sanada looked at Naruto's back, and the faint smile on his lips melted into the bottomless waves in his eyes.