Doomsday tyrant's rolling pet

The process of taking a bath is quite simple.

Yuan Gun didn't even need to take off his clothes.

The gentle and lovely cleaning lady who is a supernatural person, released a supernatural circle with her hands, and filtered him from head to toe. Not only did her body feel comfortable, but even her fine fleece clothes were as clean as if they had just been taken off the clothesline. With a smell of sunshine.

Yuan Gun scratched the fluffy and soft curly hair on the top of his head, and smiled sweetly at the young lady with round eyes: "Thank you very much!!"

"It's so cute~" The girl stretched out her hand to pinch his milky white face and pulled it aside, the touch was as springy and soft as imagined.

Yuan Gun opened his eyes wide, puffed his cheeks and moaned angrily: How can a man be called cute if he wants to be described as handsome!

"Hee hee hee is really cute."

The more she squeezed, the more addicted she was, and she even let out a terrifying laugh like a barbell.

In the end, two big guys who were waiting impatiently came forward to rescue the boy: "We still have to take him back to do business."

"Okay." The girl pouted and reluctantly let go of her hand.

Yuan Gun breathed a sigh of relief, and the skin on his face quickly returned to its original shape, leaving only two pinched red fingerprints that were slowly fading away.

The big man took the boy to an empty room in the hotel, took out a camouflage T-shirt and overalls, and asked him to change his clothes.

Yuan Gun reluctantly bid farewell to his fluffy holster, and changed into a dirt-resistant and sweat-absorbing camouflage uniform.

A big man took the sweater and immediately walked out of the room.

The other handed him a pair of brand new military boots from the shoe cabinet.

!!!

Finally got some serious shoes to wear.

Yuan Gun kicked off the clogs on his feet in surprise, and couldn't wait to change into short boots, tied up the shoelaces, and stepped on the carpet, which fit very well and was very comfortable.

He ran to the half-length mirror in the bathroom and plucked his little curly hair.

cool, handsome! !

It's just that the back is empty, and I always feel that something is missing.

There should be another crossbody backpack, or a long gun. Equipped with it, he will be the coolest handsome boy in the last days.

Yuan Gun squinted his eyes and bared his teeth, already imagining the cool picture of himself killing all directions with a gun in his mind.

It's a pity that this kind of scene can only be enjoyed in fantasy, he doesn't know how to use a gun at all.

Ugh.

Yuan Gun hurriedly returned to the empty bedroom, lay down on the bed, and Xianyu began to daydream.

The rooftop of the Garden Hotel.

Ruan Yan was bathed in the sun, lazily lying on the swing bench.

Two long legs were crossed on the armrest of the chair, and black and white striped clothes and pants folded into neat squares were placed on the belly.

He closed his eyes, and slowly stroked the soft down on his clothes with his slender, jade-white fingers.

The halo of the sun shone between the heaven and the earth, casting circle after circle of golden and silver halos.

Ruan Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and his narrow pupils were directly facing the dazzling fireball hanging high above the clouds.

Colorful spots of color gradually appear in the field of vision.

He raised his hand and rubbed the sore brows for a while, then drooped his eyelids again.

When a gust of wind came, the swing chair swayed slightly, and the man's lips and cheeks seemed to glow with light. The light and shadow turned, and the white skin and red lips were so beautiful.

In the gentle frequency of the shaking, his half-drowsy pupils flickered slightly, he didn't know what he thought of, the movement of stroking the fur with his hands suddenly stopped, his eyelashes blinked tremblingly, and then, a drop of bright Tears slipped out without any warning, along the corners of the eyes, and silently wet the temples.

In a trance, the blue clear sky was slowly swallowed by the lonely cold night, the stars in the Milky Way were still dazzling, the noise of the surrounding wind gradually burned into ashes in the air, everything subsided, and memories emerged like a tide, and he seemed to have returned to the world. That dark prison.

"Yanyan, you want to die, but I want you to live!"

The man's insolent and wicked laughter gave him a headache. Ruan Yan feebly opened his eyelids, moved his hands, and tried to get up by supporting the ground, but he couldn't do it anyway. Hollowed out, every cell in his body screamed in pain.

Cutting the skin to take blood, inserting the bone to extract the marrow, dissecting and gouging out the liver... What he has suffered is the most pain that ordinary people can't imagine.

"Yanyan, you are like a living treasure house."

"Organ regeneration, inexhaustible blood—it's so perfect, it's like a savior sent by heaven to the world!"

Savior?

A savior deprived of liberty and at the mercy of others?

How ironic.

If given a choice, he would rather be destroyed together with this crazy world!

He wants all those who tortured him to experience the cruelest death penalty in the world, and then live in the dungeon with hatred and ugliness.

"Yanyan, you did something wrong from the very beginning." The one-eyed man looked tenderly at the dying young man in the cage.

Yes, he really did something wrong. He should have monopolized all the resources for selfishness from the very beginning—what does the life and death of others have to do with him?

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

Eliminated waste is always waste, they should have died long ago.

And he, from the moment of awakening, is the king standing at the top of this world!

It's a pity that one wrong step, one wrong step, and he was the trash who was eliminated in the end, and he was the damned one! ! !

It hurts, it really hurts, like ten thousand blades are cutting his flesh, even breathing has become a burden.

He's about to die, he's about to be freed...

Ruan Yan gently parted the corners of her pale lips, enjoying the pleasure of her soul leaving her body.

The hands and feet are cold, the torso is stiff, and the sound of life force passing away is so beautiful~

If he works harder, he will soon get what he wants...

While his consciousness was up and down, the cage door was opened, and a thick ball of hair suddenly pressed on his neck.

"Mmm! Mmmm!!! Mmmm!!!!" The immature and frightened milky voice forcibly grabbed his soul.

The black fluffy paws came up, and the warm and elastic pads wiped the cold tails of his eyes indiscriminately.

Ruan Yan opened her eyes, and through the cleft of the cub's short-haired claws, she saw a pair of eyes that were washed black by tears.

"Are you trying to keep me?" He hadn't touched water for too many days, his voice was dry and hoarse, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"Yeah!" The thick, fleshy arms hugged him up, and a fluffy hairy head immediately stuck into his neck. The guy tried his best to straighten his neck.

"You want me to live..."

He laughed maniacally, his chest shook from the laughter, and tears flooded: "But baby, it's really too painful to live like this..."

The little guy in his arms seemed to understand what he said, raised his fluffy head again, touched his chest with his fleshy palm and rubbed it in circles.

Ruan Yan once again met those innocent and clean angelic eyes trapped in the white fluff.

A pair of black treasures that seem to contain the entire Milky Way star pool.

He watched, dumbfounded, and bewildered.

You forget about time and all your pain and suffering.

He hugged it, and spent one difficult night after another unknowingly in that warm body and thick fluff.

It wasn't until a week of routine sampling from far to near that he blinked his eyelashes, looked over the velvet head, and saw the sky full of stars above its head.

God scattered jewels on earth, and it was the sweetest candy that the galaxy gave him.

Ruan Yan raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and kissed Tang Bao's trembling black blossoms with her lips.

——Happiness is always short-lived, and it is often followed by endless pain.

The cage door opened, and the heavy weight in his arms was roughly taken away by someone who came.

The cub's terrified and immature cry made his heart ache like two petals were split, and Ruan Yan began to hate his own incompetence for the first time.

If he's strong enough, strong enough...

The eyes suddenly brightened, Ruan Yan woke up from the memories, he stared blankly at the fine fleece T-shirt in his hand:

Yes, this time he was strong, but lost it again.

Ruan Yan buried his face in the fluffy cloth with trembling hands, the scent of bamboo leaves and milk came to his face, he took a deep breath, like a hungry ghost that could never get enough to eat, greedily grabbing the top familiar smell.

Go away, my baby...

What should I do, what should I do to make you come back to me again!

Could he have a third chance?

Can I hope again...

"Boss, boss!"

Ruan Yan raised her face, her bloodshot eyes stared coldly at the person who came.

Mingming took a big step back in fright, and almost sat down on the ground. Fortunately, Chu Lingpu, who was following behind him, raised his hand in time to help him.

Ruan Yan refolded the clothes soaked in tears and put them aside. He sat up straight, with his two straight long legs in military boots lying on the ground leisurely, his palms still covering the clothes beside him.

When Ming Ming and Chu Chu stepped forward with mutual encouragement, he opened his mouth:

"Is something wrong?"

His voice was as cold as the hardest and most intractable piece of ice on the top of a snow-capped mountain.

Mingming's teeth chattered: "Yes, yes, someone brought it. It is said that it is the latest news about the little girl."

"En." Ruan Yan grabbed his clothes and got up, "Take him to the reception room of the city hall."

"Okay, okay." Mingming promised repeatedly.

The two stood in place, and they both heaved a sigh of relief when the iconic silver-haired head gradually walked away and disappeared behind the glass door.

Chuchu: "Oh, Mingming, the boss is so scary!"

Ji Ming: "I still remember when Gun Gun was here, he had a very good temper and always had a smile in his eyes."

It's not like now, those eyes are like an abyss, just looking at it is top-heavy, as if if you accidentally fall into it, you will be smashed to pieces.

Very scary.

Yuan Gun was awakened by a loud noise.

He rubbed his eyes, looked around at the disabled teenagers chattering around the bed, and felt that he might still be dreaming?

A dream within a dream?

He lay down again.

"Hey! You're already awake, so don't pretend to be asleep!!"

Someone tugged at his pants.

Yuan Gun was pulled to the end of the bed by them, and he kept muttering: "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming..."

"What a dream, we are real people!"

A young man stretched out his sinful hand, and ruthlessly pinched Yuan Gun's leg.

Yuan Gun was so painful that Carp straightened up, and sat up straight away.

"who are you?"

Why would you just break into a private house? !

Although strictly speaking, this room is only for him to sleep temporarily and does not belong to him.

But now that his own person is sleeping here, this should be his territory!

"We are your brother."

Yuan Gun:? ? ?

When did he come out with so many disabled brothers?

"Hmph, why is he unscathed!!" A handsome young man with dyed white hair pouted his lips aggrievedly.

In his hair, there are two intentionally left black hairs, one on the left and one on the top of his head symmetrically, and a large circle of dark blue eye shadow is drawn around his two eyes. The overall shape is very similar to that of a panda.

He was supposed to be a very cute boy, but because the ears on both sides of his head were cut off, he felt a little more frightening.

Especially when he turned his head away, Yuan Gun's scalp felt numb looking at those bare and thin round ear holes.

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