Doomsday tyrant's rolling pet

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the guns finally stopped, and the blood mist slowly faded away.

An executioner stepped forward and stretched out his hand to open the small door of the iron cage.

"Come down!" The cold voice made the girl tremble, and she bowed tremblingly and jumped down.

Yuan Gun also let go of his hands covering his ears, and followed Ye Cui down.

He tugged at the hem of his clothes, staring at Ruan Yan, who was caressing the fluffy backpack with downcast eyes, rubbing his chest secretly with a sense of joy and stability of finally returning to his loved ones.

Flame...

He whispered the man's name in his heart.

Perhaps it was because the young man's gaze was too intense, Ruan Yan raised his eyes and looked over as if aware of it.

A pair of pitch-black eyes, like black pearls raised in the pool of blood in hell, dead silent, cold, without any vivid breath that a living person should have.

Yuan Gun was taken aback by the red blood in his eyes, the smile on the corners of his mouth subsided instantly, his eyes were sour, and his heart ached beyond measure: Yanyan is still a beautiful Yanyan, but how does it feel... she is much thinner than before.

Without the familiar gentleness, those eyes quickly slid across his face as if treating a stranger.

Finally, it stopped on Ye Cui's face.

Yuan Gun raised his hand and scratched the little curly hair on the top of his head, blinked his red eye circles and tried hard to force back the disappointing tears.

In the past, Ruan Yan was always hugged in her arms like a baby, but suddenly she suffered such cold reception, as if she fell from the clouds, and the psychological gap was not a little bit.

The executioner over there asked the girl forcefully, "Whose backpack is it?"

Ye Cui shrank her shoulders, rolled her eyes to the side, stopped suddenly when she was about to touch the Yuan Gun, and quickly turned back, she bit her lip, looked at the bloody flesh and organs, her voice trembling Said: "Yes, it belongs to the dwarves."

She thought that death without proof might save Yuan Gun's life.

The executioner has never met such a kind of person, so of course the girl's slight expression cannot escape his eyes.

"I'll ask again, whose backpack is it?" He raised his voice, his expression becoming more stern.

Ye Cui shuddered, her face was pale, and her thin body was crumbling.

"I, I don't know...it's him!" When the executioner's gun barrel hit her head, the girl's conversation changed instantly, she closed her eyes and yelled, pointing her arm at the boy beside her.

People are not killed for their own sake.

No matter how deep the relationship is, in the end, they can't escape the law of flying separately in the face of disaster.Not to mention her relationship with Yuan Gun is far from being able to risk her life to save her.

I'm sorry, Xiaogui.

Ye Cui didn't even dare to look at Yuan Gun's expression, she withdrew her hands in shame after making the identification, and covered her face.

The beating frequency of her heart was terrifyingly fast, and the terrifying air pressure that could not go away seemed to push her to the cliff of collapse.

The girl's head withered on her thin neck, like a wild flower dying on the street after a violent storm.

"This is your backpack?"

A familiar voice appeared above his head, Yuan Gun raised his head and stared at Ruan Yan in a daze.

The man's brows and eyes are cold and sharp, and his bony hands are pinched on the backpack that is so dirty that the original color can hardly be seen clearly, revealing an indescribable mysterious beauty.

If you really want to describe it, it is probably a piece of pure white jade, but it just wants to mess with the contradictions and conflicts in the garbage dump.

People always feel that his golden and precious hands should appear on high-grade silk or some famous gold paintings, instead of holding a dirty bag that is so dark that it is almost as good as a rag.

The boy's ecstasy made the man laugh, and the line of his lips that had been stiff for many days was slightly raised, showing a little tenderness.

"Really?" Ruan Yan asked again patiently.

In the ears of the onlookers, this soft saying is another interpretation.

They all shuddered greatly - they still remembered that the last person who was treated so patiently and gently by the city lord was still locked in a water prison and was suffering the death penalty.

Especially the one named Nampowan.

The city lord would gently caress every wound on his body every time, and after healed it with supernatural powers, he would ask him softly if it hurts.

If you answer that it hurts, you will go back and continue to be tortured; if you answer that it is not painful, you will have to change the punishment and increase the punishment.

In short, answering or not answering, pain or no pain, torture is indispensable.

On the contrary, Ruan Yan didn't even look at it, and the person who never worried about asking questions will finally have a happy death...

Yuan Gun shook his head vigorously against the pitiful and regretful eyes of the onlookers: "It's not mine!"

Isn't it courting death to recognize the package at this time!

Although the corners of Yanyan's lips were curled, the smile didn't reach her eyes at all! !

Looks so scary QWQ!

Yanyan, Yanyan, you have to open your eyes to recognize clearly—the one standing in front of you is your dear little bear! !

"It's not yours." The smile on the corner of Ruan Yan's mouth suddenly faded, and his gloomy eyes stared at the young man without blinking: "So she is lying?"

The coolness in the words made Yuan Ji shudder, his eyes were reddened with grievance, he pursed his mouth, and said nothing.

Ruan Yan smiled softly, turned her eyes to the girl, and blinked her eyelashes.

Bang!

A gunshot exploded in his ears without any warning, and warm blood splashed half of the boy's face.

Beside him, something hit the ground heavily.

Yuan Gun lowered his head and saw Ye Cui lying at his feet with half of his mind blown out, one eye was staring at him wide open, and there was panic and a little bit of resentment in his pupils that hadn't had time to dissipate.

As if blaming him for not admitting it.

The continuous tinnitus quickly pulled Yuan Gun out of this terrifying scene.

It was as if a restless thin rod was poking in the ear, making the sound of breaking glass.It hurts and makes noise.

The noisy voice penetrated all the way from the ear canal to the brain.dizzy.The world in front of me seemed to be spinning, spinning...still spinning.

Shaking his head, the world finally stopped turning, but there was a strange and morbid silence.

He raised his head in confusion, big teardrops filled his eyes, forming a water film to block his vision.

Can't see anything, can't hear anything.

He blinked vigorously to wipe away the tears in his eyes, only to see the man's thin red lips open and close a few times, as if he was saying something.

But Yuan Gun couldn't hear it!

No sound at all! !

Isn't he deaf? !

Yuan Gun pursed his mouth, his nose became more and more sour, and after meeting Ruan Yan's calm eyes, he finally couldn't hold back.

Tears poured out majesticly, and the boy suddenly burst into tears.

"Yanyan!" He opened his arms and rushed over to hug the man's waist. The black cloth was tucked into a large section, so thin that it seemed impossible to grasp it.

Yuan Gun's tear-stained face stuck to the man's hard collarbone, and the thin silver chain drew long red marks on the delicate skin, but he leaned closer and closer, and his silky white and tender legs He kept trying to hang it on Ruan Yan's body.

"Yanyan Hug~ I want Yanyan Hug!" The young man cried so much that his nose was red, his eyes were even redder, and his tears were wiped all over the man's body.

He was really frightened, and now he is sticking to the person he is close to and trusting completely by instinct.

Maybe it's because he's been a bear for a long time, and he's used to being hugged by Ruan Yan. This kind of movement is entirely caused by the memory of his body.

Maybe he would feel ashamed and embarrassed afterwards, but at this moment, Yuan Gun's mind was blank, fear, fear, nervousness, and bewilderment, these emotions were enough to make his thinking chaotic.

However, no matter how hard he tried to climb up, the man never responded at all...

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

Is this kid stupid?

At this point, he dared to rely on the most dangerous person.Even if you find a random executioner and cry miserably, maybe when they shoot later, they will deliberately pick a better place to shoot, so that you can die more quickly.

Who doesn't know that their tyrant is a clean freak, some men and women who deliberately approached, either had their hands or feet broken, and none of them ended up well.

This kid is amazing, he uses both hands and feet, I'm afraid he will end up being torn apart~

Some people sighed, while others sighed.

What a pity, such a beautiful stunner...

The leader of the execution officer raised his hand, and immediately two tall and thick men stepped forward, grabbed Yuan Gun's white and tender arms, and were about to forcibly tear him off Ruan Yan's body.

The boy's legs were clamped tightly, his face was buried in Ruan Yan's shoulder, and he kept dropping hot golden beans.

"I can't hear you, Yan Yan... can't hear you..."

He cried until his chest twitched, and his arms were tightly wrapped around the man's neck. The two executioners tried their best to not tear him off.

They turned around to look at the leader in embarrassment, and looked at Ruan Yan's expression tremblingly.

There was no trace of joy or anger on the man's face, and the tails of his beautiful eyes were slightly lowered. He carefully observed the young man whose face was flushed from crying for a while.

He finally raised his hand, and the warm palm covered the two exquisite ears, the green light flickered——Yuan Gun could hear the sound!

Hearing Gou Yanyan's unkind order: "Go down."

Yuan Gun belatedly realized that he was like an octopus wrapping his limbs around someone's body.

Squeezing his rosy lips soaked in tears, he put down his legs in embarrassment, his arms loosened slightly, and the two hard-working men finally caught the difficult boy.

"Is it your bag?" The man's tone was still gentle.

Yuan Gun blinked his tearful eyelashes, shook his head: "No."

Ruan Yan lowered his gaze, stared at the fine fleece T-shirt on the young man for a while, then suddenly turned his gaze away, and ordered his two subordinates: "Take him to take a bath."

Yuan Gun exhaled, and was obediently carried out of the crowd by two big men.

Onlookers: ? ? ?

This brave boy survived unscathed! !

Did the city lord suddenly become merciful, or did they misunderstand?

Ruan Yan, who was standing there, lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, the smoke diffused, he squinted his eyes slightly, his cold white face was looming in the gray clouds, and he looked more gloomy.

Visible mood is extremely bad.

The chief executioner stood behind him, not even daring to take a breath.

"Degraded to a slave." In the end, he finished smoking a whole cigarette, and the sparks from the remaining cigarette butt were crushed by the soles of his shoes. He gave an order and left alone through the crowd.

As soon as Ruan Yan left, the patrol team who had been waiting at the side for a long time surrounded him with the executioners, and aimed their guns at the survivors in the downtown area who were watching the show and eating melons.

Almost every one of them went all-in to the dungeon.

——This is watching a play to see the circle, and happened to catch up with Ruan Yan who was in a bad mood, and put himself in it.

Everyone wants to cry but has no tears:

It turned out that it wasn't that the tyrant had changed his gender, but that the boy was too special!

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