Beating the Enemy-style Professional Hero[Comprehensive]

During the dinner time, the black mist passed under the chilly gaze of Sigang Muhang.

The look in his eyes was as if, if he dared to say one more word or make one more movement to Yue Shenkong, the dead handle wooden hanging would immediately collapse him.

Black Mist: ... As for it!As for it!How come you look like you're guarding against a mistress!I am your old father...a loyal subordinate, the most powerful assistant!

Helpless, Hei Wu was so stuffed that he even missed a few mouthfuls of rice, and gave all the cake to Yue Shenkong (Sigang Muhang: Tsk!).

Originally, because today was a special reward for him to win the championship of the sports festival, so much was prepared just to let him eat enough, and he didn't eat much of Heiwu and Shigangmuhang, so Luna Kong was naturally very satisfied.

When the disc operation was over, Hei Wu got up to work wisely, moved the whole table, and took himself away by the way, so as not to be poked to death by the dead tree hanger here.

And Luna Kong, who was full of food and drink, leaned on the sofa with his belly upright, with a happy and content look on his face, and Sigang Mudiao sat next to him, and couldn't help stretching out his right hand to gently give him a hand. Rub your belly.

Touching his chubby belly, Sigang Muhang asked worriedly: "Kongjiang, you've eaten so many desserts, are you really not full? How does your stomach feel?"

Yue Shenkong was quite comfortable lying down, but now he feels more comfortable being rubbed, and even feels a little drowsy. Hearing this, he didn't even want to open his eyes, so he prolonged his voice, which sounded sweet, Said: "No, I think it's just right! It's super satisfying."

However, hearing what he said, Sigang Muhang was still worried, he said: "Why don't you eat something to help you lose weight?"

He has known Yueshenkong for a year, and he has never seen him eat so much sweets before, and Sigang Mudiao is worried that he has been detained these days, and he is suffocated, and now that he has something to eat, he will lose his sense of restraint.

"Don't worry, because you ate too much this time, I won't give you food next time. If you are too full, you have to say it."

While talking, Shikuragi Diao circled Luna Sora's stomach, and finally felt that the clothes behind him were in the way, so he rubbed his hands, warmed his hands, and stretched in from under the hem of the clothes.

The palm of my hand pressed against the soft flesh on Luna's empty stomach, feeling soft and slippery, and the warm temperature seemed to sneak into my heart by taking the opportunity.

Sigang Muhang couldn't help but waver, and said: "How do you feel? Will your stomach swell?"

When he was talking, his hand just touched his ribs, Yue Shenkong couldn't help but shuddered, and he couldn't help giggling as he spun around, saying: "Hahaha, Hang, don't touch it, don't touch it!" , it's a little itchy, my stomach really doesn't swell, so don't touch me."

Because of his [personality], Sigang Mudiao's skin has always been relatively dry. When his hands touched his belly, the rough and dry skin felt a little numb, and there was an indescribable comfort.

But compared to this point of comfort, Yue Shenkong was more ticklish, he grabbed the hand of the dead handle wooden hanger and sat up.

Sigang Muhang's hand was pulled out, and he couldn't help feeling a sense of loss in his heart.

Seeing Sigang Muhang staring at his stomach, Yue Shenkong hurriedly continued: "Don't worry about hanging, I'm really fine. If I eat dessert, I'm completely fine!"

"Okay." Sigangmu Diao secretly rubbed his palm, as if he was savoring the remaining touch of his fingertips.

At this time, Yue Shenkong suddenly saw his clothes tilted to one side, revealing a bloody white bandage.

Yue Shenkong remembered the injury on his shoulder, and said: "Hang, your shoulder is fine, Hei Wu is busy now, how about I help you change the dressing."

This level of injury is nothing to Sigang Muhang. Although it is painful, he can bear it if it is not fatal. In fact, the medicine was changed just before Luna Kong came.

It's just that Yue Shenkong said that he would change his dressing for him, so he has no reason to disagree.

"Then go to my room upstairs." After Si Gang Mu Diao said this, he suddenly remembered his room, and it seemed that Yue Shen Kong had never entered it.

Although the two had a close relationship during the year, every time they met they would be at Luna Kong's house, or in the bar hall.

I feel a little happy when I think about letting important people enter my private space.

Yue Shenkong didn't have any ideas, after all, Sigang Muhang had also been to his room, and he himself had been to Midori Valley Izuku's room, so he didn't have a deep understanding of this private space.

Sigang Muhang still thinks that he is the only one who has been to Luna Kong's room, and also the first person to let Luna Kong visit the room.

If he knew that Luna Sora had actually seen Izuku Midoriya's room a long time ago, and even met his parents, maybe he would have performed a spinning and jumping explosion for Luna Sora live.

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"Kong Jiang, come." Sigang Mu Diao beckoned Yue Shenkong to enter his room, and took two steps slowly to let Yue Shenkong take a good look at his room.

The room of the dead handle wooden hanging does not look special, or should be said to be extremely ordinary.

His room was a little bigger than Izuku's in Midori Valley, about the size of Luna Sora's living room.

When you walk in, there is a toilet and bathroom on the left, and a wardrobe, a set of computer tables and chairs, and a double bed are on the right.

The closet was open, and Luna Kong could still see the exact same black top and black trousers inside.

Yue Shenkong: ...It's time to change the hanging wardrobe.

The computer table of the dead handle wooden hanging is placed on the bedside, and the moment Luna Kong sees the computer, the image of the dead handle wooden hanging does not sleep and does not turn on the light in the middle of the night, sitting and looking at the only computer that emits light scene.

He was ashamed by his own brain, thinking that it is impossible for the dead handle wooden hanger to be such an image of an Internet addicted boy hiding from his parents to play on the computer in the middle of the night and not even daring to turn on the lights!

Shaking his head to get rid of the strange thoughts, he focused on the soft and comfortable double bed.

Although this bed is also dark, but the color is not black, but dark blue. If you jump on it and jump a few times, I don’t know if it will bounce~

Shikuragi Diao noticed that Luna Sora's gaze stayed on the double bed, as if he wanted to go up.

He changed his mind and said, "Kong Jiang, the medicine and bandages are in the drawer."

After speaking, he walked towards the big bed, took off his shirt and sat on the bed.

Luna Kong came back to his senses, took out the bandages and wound medicine from the drawer of the dead handle wood hanging finger, and followed him to the bed.

The big bed was similar to what he had imagined, and it was soft when he sat up.

Yueshen Kongxin didn't expect that the dead handle wooden hanging looked like a big hard boy, and there was such a soft bed, he must have bought it.

I am also envious that Sigang Muhang has such capable men as Hei Wu, who can manage his work and life, and handle it so well.

Sigang Muhang didn't know that Yueshenkong started to think of Heiwu again at this time, otherwise Heiwu would really be poked to death by his eyes.

Yue Shenkong gently unwrapped the bandage on the dead handle wood sling, and when he saw that it turned out to be a penetrating wound, his temper almost flared up again.

But he could think of the reason why Sigangmu Diao and the others didn't want to talk about it with him, so he swallowed the words that came to his lips.

"Hang, does it hurt?" Yue Shenkong sat behind Sigangmu Hang, wiped the wet wound with a paper towel, and frowned involuntarily.

"Well, it hurts." It's actually okay, especially when he thinks that Luna is empty by his side, he doesn't feel any pain at all.

But Sigang Muhang said that he has a high emotional intelligence, and now is the time to put on a show.

Yue Shenkong became lighter after listening to the movements of his hands. He thought that he looked thin when he took off his clothes, but he could still see his muscles when he took off his clothes. He was not as thin as he thought. Now, if such an injury would feel very painful, it seems that he is still a big child who needs to be protected.

He sprinkled the medicinal powder on the dead handle wood hanging, and blew gently: "Hurrah, it won't hurt anymore."

Dead handle wooden hanging:! ! !Empty Sauce...so cute~

Sigang Muhang was so cute that not only his hands trembled, but his whole body trembled slightly, while Yue Shenkong thought it was hurting him, and then it became lighter, and the hot breath he exhaled hit his shoulders, causing Goosebumps appeared on the hands of the dead handle wood hanger.

And the temperature on his shoulders seemed to move, spreading to his face.

Sigang Mudiao felt that if he could see it, his head might already be steaming.

After putting the medicine on the back shoulder, Yue Shenkong moved his position and sat in front of Sigangmu Diao.

"Hang, it's not easy to apply the medicine if you are far away." Yue Shenkong tried it, and found that because of the long legs of the dead handle wooden hanging in front of him, it was awkward to apply the medicine.

Sigang Muhang looked at it, and said, "Yes, indeed. Please sit on my lap."

As he spoke, he put his right leg in place and motioned for Yue Shenkong to sit on it.

Yue Shenkong didn't think too much, he sat down on his lap and then leaned closer to the dead handle wooden hanging to facilitate the application of medicine.

At this time, his breath was completely hitting his chest, and the subtle feeling made Sigang Muhang feel a little overwhelmed.

Not only that, when Yue Shenkong blew on his shoulder, the itchiness from the wound that wanted to be scratched by the feather crawled into the palm of his hand, causing Shigangmu to tighten his hand.

However, this kind of movement still failed to make the itching in his palm lessen, on the contrary it seemed to be strengthened, as the blood flowed into his heart, it actually made Sigangmu Diao feel an inexplicable impulse.

For some reason, his breathing became a little rough.

The author has something to say: Stein, who is on his way home: ah~ my son is waiting for me at home, happy~

Mother Heiwu, who is washing dishes in the kitchen: young man~ I won't say much, just pay attention to yourself.