Doomsday tyrant's rolling pet

The boy's face instantly turned red.

Why, why did you suddenly ask such a question.

He put his hands on the sides of his legs, hooked his loose pants with his green fingers and lifted them up.

The round nails were through the fabric, and he scratched his leg in embarrassment, "Well, I don't know."

Ruan Yan asked softly, "Why don't you know?"

"Because, because," Yuan Gun loosened his trousers and let the extra part of trousers fall down layer by layer, covering the boots. He looked down and said, "I haven't measured it yet." The voice It is very small, as thin as a mosquito.

"Amount?" Ruan Yan put his hand against the boy's chin, forcing that tender and beautiful face to lift up to face himself.

The coolness in his hands not only didn't suck away any heat, but made Yuan Gun's face even redder, like a ripe tomato growing in the snow.

The young man bit his lip and pondered over his words. Suddenly, his brain flashed and he looked at Ruan Yan with bright eyes: "How about I measure it now?"

Ruan Yan withdrew his hand and signaled the boy to start with his eyes.He wanted to know what unique method of measuring age came up in this eccentric boy's mind.

Yuan Gun began to untie his belt.

The corner of Ruan Yan's lips twitched, and immediately stopped him.

Yuan Gun was puzzled, his eyes were as clean and pure as spring water, without any impurities.

Ruan Yan pinched one of the boy's white, tender and fleshy cheeks, and laughed angrily: "Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid?"

Yuan Gun was wronged, and the two innocent black eyes immediately steamed: "Woo, it hurts!"

The strength in Ruan Yan's hand unconsciously relaxed a lot, and the warm and greasy palm moved back to caress the back of the boy's head. The slender five fingers sank into the curly hair, and the fingertips exerted a little force.

Yuan Gun opened his mouth, wanting to say that the face pain is not a headache, you massaged the wrong place!

Reason made him shut his mouth again, and he didn't dare to fart.

"Go out." Ruan Yan stared at the boy for a while, then suddenly let go of his hand, turned around and took out a cigarette from his pocket, leaned against the railing and lit it.

The flames were extinguished, and the faint smell of nicotine permeated the air, quickly permeating with the transpiration of smoke.

Yuan Gun shrugged his small nose, lowered his head and obediently fastened his trouser belt, just like when he came here, shrunk his shoulders and drooped his head, and walked to the door obediently, he opened the door carefully, trying to avoid messing with it as much as possible. Make a little noise and leave here quietly.

After the door was completely closed, the boy was really relieved. He raised his head and straightened his body, with a happy dimple on his cheek.

Yuan Gun scratched his hair, turned to look around, and finally found Zhou Huai at the elevator door who was holding the walkie-talkie and adjusting the audio.

The man's actions were rude and irritable, and he was spitting out saliva while cursing.

Curiously, Yuan Gun walked behind him lightly and listened carefully.

On the walkie-talkie, there was an elder sister shouting in dialect: "Xiaohuai↘ from Shang↖City↗District↘, please → answer↖answer~~~"

Zhou Huai: "If you fart, let it go!"

The eldest sister may have a bad ear, so she repeated again: "Small → Huai↘ from Shang↖City↗District↘, please → answer↖answer~~~"

Zhou Huai's forehead was throbbing with blue veins: "Elder sister, if you have something to fucking say!"

"Little →Huai↘ from Shang↖↗↗↘, when you hear↗↘ please → answer↖answer~~" The eldest sister still called affectionately on the intercom.

Zhou Huai took a deep breath, completely irritable: "Are you a fucking pig's brain? I said I heard it, but you can't hear it? Why are you f***ing on the walkie-talkie? Ah, Old Ning is demented, right? Is there anyone nearby? I smashed the walkie-talkie in her hand!"

Snapped!

After speaking, he smashed the one in his hand first.All kinds of electronic parts are scattered all over the place.

Yuan Gun suppressed a smile at the side: He's in a hurry, he's in a hurry, he's in a hurry, he's in a hurry!

Zhou Huai put his hands on his waist, raised his head, and his chest heaved wildly. It was obvious that the anger threshold that had soared before had not fully subsided.

Yuan Gun cleared his throat, and said in a crisp young voice: "Small → Huai↘ from Shang↖City↗District↘, please → answer↖answer~~"

It's noisy for the elder sister to be so busy, but the amazing thing is that when he is here, Xiao Liang's voice is like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley, melodious and tactful, very beautiful.

Zhou Huai's anger immediately eased, he turned around, and looked at the boy with a smile: "Little Longan, you're being naughty again, aren't you?"

Yuan Gun chuckled, and grabbed the man's cuff with his tender little hand: "I'm done seeing you, let's go!"

Zhou Huai was staggered by him, and his knees thumped to the ground.

Yuan Gun stopped, let go of his hand and waited for him to get up.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Huai turned over and half sat and half lay on the ground, "It's more comfortable to pull like this."

"Oh." Yuan Gun reached out and grabbed his collar, and dragged him to wipe half of the ground in the small venue.

The clothes on Zhou Huai's back were covered with all kinds of dust. He rolled his eyes and looked at the boy who was bending forward and trying to drag him, "Little Longan, did you do it on purpose?"

Because of his posture, he rolled his eyelids, and the whites of his eyes almost took the place of the black eyeballs.

Yuan Gun turned his head, hey, he was almost sent away on the spot by his appearance.

"No." Yuan Gun let go of Zhou Huai's collar, scratched his head and said honestly, "I just think the ground is too dirty." Then he pointed to the trajectory of the two passing by, "Don't you think this road is clean? is it a lot?"

Zhou Huai: "...Fuck me!" He raised his hand, making a gesture to hit him, but when he caught a glimpse of a dark figure coming out of the room, he immediately turned his elbow and touched his head instead, While scratching his hair, he smirked: "Brother Ruan."

Yuan Gun suddenly felt a chill on his back, turned his head, and Ruan Yan was holding a half-lit cigarette in his mouth, staring at him from top to bottom with his delicate and beautiful sleeping phoenix eyes.

He took the cigarette from his mouth, flicked his fingers, and the cigarette butt disappeared out of thin air.

"I'm going to go to the experimental hunting ground." His dark eyes were always on Yuan Gun, but he was talking to Zhou Huai.

Zhou Huai: "Do you want me to come with you?"

"Ah."

Ruan Yan withdrew her gaze from staring at the boy, turned around and walked towards the elevator.

Without the pressure of those two gazes, Yuan Gun dared not move. He pointed to the door towards Zhou Huai and made a gesture of 'I'll go first'.

Zhou Huai lowered his voice: "Brother Ruan wants you to come together."

Yuan Roll shook his head: "He's talking about you."

But Zhou Huai once again resorted to the rogue rubber hand, wrapping around his wrist and forcefully dragging him to follow.

Yuan Gun was pulled so that he almost threw himself on Ruan Yan's back.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and supported the wall with his hands.

And the elevator just opened the door at this moment.

The three walked in, but Yuan Gun was dragged in by the rubber ring.

He didn't dare to talk too rigidly with Zhou Huai, for fear that the noise would attract Ruan Yan's attention.

God knows how much Yuan Gun wants to grab the curly hair on the top of his head and leave the earth directly.

In short, I am panicking now, especially panicked.

He really wants to be an invisible person, a transparent person, and he wants to be all life forms that are invisible and easy to ignore.

The walls of the iron car of the elevator can be seen from the outside.

Yuan Gun stood obliquely behind Ruan Yan, just in the visible area of ​​the 'iron mirror'.

The boy stood inside in a panic, hiding himself firmly behind the man.

So what Ruan Yan saw in the mirror was only the side of a curly head, and even the ears showed only the reddish horns.

He is shy.

The three of them took the elevator to the parking garage in the basement, and Ruan Yan sat straight into the driver's seat of a silver-gray Maybach.

Turn the key and the car starts.

Zhou Huai also led the people forward. He pushed the boy into the passenger seat, while he occupied the entire back seat.

Lying sideways on the soft seat in the way of a royal concubine, blinking her eyelashes and winking at Yuan Gun triumphantly.

Yuan Gun, who originally wanted to climb to the back seat: ...

He could only bite the bullet and sit back in his seat.

He was very close to Ruan Yan, and he could see that slender, white hand that looked like a pianist was holding on the steering wheel. Every slight change in the position of his fingers could make Yuan Gun's heart skip a beat.

Because he knew Ruan Yan too well.

The release of all the man's supernatural powers is reflected in these hands. He never uses exaggerated and various movements to show his awesomeness like other supernatural beings who are eager to express themselves.

Instead, use those tiny to almost none fingertip movements to kill people invisible.

Yuan Gun thought of the Handicapped Youth League, and then looked at his surviving limbs and feet. Instead of feeling happy, he became even more worried. The future was dark, and his butt felt like a needle felt, which made him feel unsteady.

Yuan Gun had to adjust his sitting posture almost every four or five seconds. After changing no fewer than ten postures, he finally adjusted to the one he thought was the most comfortable. He bent his legs and stepped on the edge of the seat, burying his face Between the knees, the body shrinks very close to the car window, half of the round shoulders are exposed outside the wide collar because of this posture, white and reddish, like a delicious milk pudding with strawberries.

Ruan Yan's fingers resting on the steering wheel lightly tapped, this action caught the attention of a certain pair of black eyes.

Yuan Gun immediately put down his legs, sat up straight, and stretched himself on the passenger seat in a very stiff and tense posture.

His shoulders were a little chilly, and he turned his head to look, only to realize that something was wrong with his clothes, blushing quickly, he pulled the collar back, covering the skin tightly.

Ruan Yan's finger tapping on the steering wheel stopped instantly.

The experimental hunting ground is actually an open zombie cage.

On the green grass, dozens of zombies were tied to a wooden stake by a rope.

Cluster after cluster, like corpse seedlings planted in the pasture, they waved their black and green arms, and tried to step forward even if their necks would be broken by the rope in the next second.

The wooden stakes that lock them are organs, and every special hunting moment, the mechanism turns, and the ropes that bind the necks of the corpses will be released.

After that, it's a carnival of hunting zombies.

All survivors, as long as they pay enough entry crystal cores, can go crazy.

All the weapons here are for you to experience.There are many that they have never seen before, and they are so powerful that they were only in the hands of the executioner before. Now Ruan Yan releases them, just to see how these weapons can be used in the hands of ordinary survivors. Can the effect reach the attack power of a supernatural person?

Only he knows that in the future, even in less than a year, the number of evolved corpse hordes will grow larger and larger, and the effect of corpse bait on them will be so small that it will be almost useless.

All-people fighting is a major trend.

The hunting of zombies has been open for the past few days, and the experimental hunting ground quickly gave out a list of powerful weapons suitable for the people in the lower city.

Ruan Yan began to gather people, and purchased the weapons on the list from various small, medium and large bases in the outside world.

Things just went wrong in the 'acquisition' link.

Someone anonymously reported that Li Xiang, who was in charge of the purchase, hid some of the purchased weapons and ammunition.

Ruan Yan came here to deal with this matter.

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