There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Chapter one of the thirty-eighth piece: (7)

Of course Z did not fall into a dog biting mud, and the blonde beauty’s worries did not come true. He was really handsome and cool with the knife. He was not like a martial arts competition. Before the other party even had time to pull out the weapon, he knelt down in front of him. Blood splashed on the blade, and the handsome face reflected in it looked like an Ashura, brutal and bloodthirsty.

Everyone who has seen Z draw a knife will not want to provoke him.

He walked towards Linglong holding a **** knife. She sat cross-legged on the table, her small face bulged, and she looked unhappy. Z stood in front of her, bowed her head, and she raised her head.

Then he kissed, in front of the blonde beauty.

This kiss was much gentler than when he was cutting people, as if he was holding a knife in his hand to protect the weak little canary in front of him-of course, she just relentlessly raised the two people to adulthood. After the man kicked it, everyone knew whether it was a small canary.

I can only say that the appearance is too deceptive!

Linglong is not afraid of Z's blood, she pointed to his epaulettes, where the wolf's eye lily mark had blood stains. Originally, he was meticulous in his uniform, barely able to see a bit of gentleness, but now it is only left. Hostile.

He really is not suitable for wearing a suit, this is the best look.

Z fished her to her arms: "Go away."

He didn't think about the aftermath at all. As for the outsider who broke in this time, he didn't care at all. He was a lawless mercenary Z. Everything depends on the knife in his hand.

Before leaving the conference hall, Linglong glanced at the blonde beauty. She was still staring at the direction where they were, presumably looking at Z. It was really touching that the beautiful girl Lihua looked at her with tears, especially this blonde girl was really beautiful, mature and charming, completely different from the exquisite appearance of an underage girl.

She thought, poking Z's chest: "Do you like girls or mature|women?"

This is a sub-question. "What kind of state you are, I like what you are. Now I like girls, and in a few decades, I will like mature|women."

Linglong made a cut, and she switched her physical state according to her own preferences. She was going to maintain the appearance of a girl in this world for decades, depending on what he would do. "Your mouth is so sweet, have you practiced?"

Z smacked his lips, thinking that this was a bit wrong, "Why am I not doing well to make you angry?"

He asked sincerely, hoping to get a reliable answer. Linglong continued to poke his chest, "You are my possession. I told you that I am a double standard. I can have countless suitors, but you can't let others take a look."

For the first time in his life, Z, who was treated as someone else’s possession, not only was not angry, but also smiled. There were still a few drops of blood on his left face. He smiled with a typical villain's face: "You like me so?"

"I like it very much..." Linglong murmured softly, touching his handsome face, brushing off the blood stains with his fingertips, twisting, "The one who likes wants to turn you into a fish and stay by my side forever, a beautiful soul always It’s easy to stop me."

"fish?"

She hummed, but did not continue to explain. In her long life, she has encountered many beautiful souls, but these beautiful souls and despicable souls are incomparable numerically. The former is simply pitiful. Linglong always feels that one day she will never find pure souls anymore, so she cherishes them very much, holding the principle of sustainable development, and basically treats these absolutely beautiful souls with care, if they can use their love Instead, she is very happy.

Therefore, although it is very fragrant and clean, she still won't move Z's soul.

Of course, it would be a different matter if he was crying and begging to return to the deserted sea with her facelessly, and follow her with his soul as an oath forever.

Z is not a person who likes to ask questions, although he is full of interest in his own woman, "There are a few fun things, do you want to get involved?"

"How fun is it?"

"It's more fun than barbecue, diving and surfing. It's exciting."

Linglong suddenly opened her eyes, and all the blondes were thrown out of the sky. It was not so much jealous that she was more of a strong exclusivity for a beautiful soul, and she did not allow anyone to covet it.

Those outsiders who came before, if they just want to gain a foothold in Palma, it has nothing to do with Z. After all, the city of Balma is mixed with fish and dragons. Anyone can appear. Z is not the savior, he will only protect the people under his wings.

Mercenaries are not all alone like their leader Z, but family happiness does not exist for both parents. If they are happy, who would want to live such a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife? Most people still have relatives living in the world. They only have a professional relationship. They seldom contact their relatives and only hope to give those who want to protect a happy and bright future.

But this group of outsiders, they are coming menacingly, and they are not so peaceful.

Balma does a lot of underground business. This is something everyone knows, but no one will talk about it on the table. However, this group of outsiders seems unwilling to abide by this rule. On the way to Balma, they looted many young girls and young children along the way, intending to make a fortune in Balma by relying on these goods. As for whether doing this is illegal in other countries, they don't care, anyway, Balma is not illegal.

The underground exchange here never asks about the source of the goods.

The outsiders did not intend to follow Balma's rules. They didn't even contact the underground exchanges and pretended to make money transactions.

Unfortunately, among the goods they brought, there was a sixteen-year-old boy who was the younger brother of the mercenary Tal.

He lost his parents when he was very young, and his brothers were lost. By coincidence, he became a mercenary, while his younger brother was adopted by a family in M ​​country and led an ordinary life. Tar did not want to disturb his younger brother. After all, for mercenaries, a stable and peaceful life is an extravagant hope, but this does not mean that he has forgotten his younger brother. In fact, he sends a large sum of money to those who adopt him every year. He also opened an account in a secret bank and deposited all his savings. If one day he dies, his brother will be able to use the money freely when he is an adult.

So as soon as the younger brother disappeared, the adoptive parents contacted Tal quietly. They also called the police in the country, but the police searched for a long time without any news. They were helpless, and they thought of this mysterious man.

"Chief, I can go by myself and ask for permission from the leader. I will never discredit the organization or reveal my identity."

The best way is to buy people, so that there will be neither conflicts nor make life suspicious.

Tal didn't intend to meet his younger brother. A child who lived in a clean environment and grew up healthy, there is no need to know such a brother.

Even if he didn't think he was a mercenary in any way.

Linglong was sitting on the chair beside her with her calves dangling, looking at the villain Z with a vicious look, and said, "I see."

Tal was very happy, but before he was finished, Z casually reminded: "But don't forget, this time the trader is an outsider, not a regular underground exchange. Are you sure, when you find what you want When the person you want, is he still what you imagined it to be?"

The goods of the underground exchanges, whether they live or die, as long as they don't resist or run away, can be properly taken care of and treated. When a buyer is found, the underground exchanges will cancel their numbers and collars, and they will belong to the new owner from now on. But outsiders will not approve of this approach. They are a group of desperadoes. Do you still expect them to hold a beautiful banquet like an underground exchange, and then sit in the VIP seats and enter their affordable auctions? Amount?

Don't think about it, it doesn't exist.

I'll be thankful if I can find someone who doesn't lack arms and legs.

Hearing this, Taer's face suddenly paled.

If the brother he found is incomplete, then he is bound to avenge him, but with his own power, not only can he not do anything, but he may also cause trouble to the organization. No matter what he does, he will not be considered alone unless he chooses to be removed from the organization.

Linglong couldn't stand it anymore. She grabbed a small tomato on the plate in front of her and threw it at Z, cursing: "Are you sick? You obviously want to help others. Why are you always scaring people? My little brother's face turned pale in shock!"

Z's face sank: "Who do you call the little brother?"

Tarton felt very embarrassed about his existence, but he didn't get a reply from the leader and he didn't dare to leave without permission. He could only stand rigidly on the spot, watching their fierce leader catch the little tomato and stuff it into his mouth. When the upper and lower teeth touched, the bright red juice overflowed, and it was not fierce.

"Just yelled, little brother, don't be afraid. This guy is duplicity and scares you, but he will definitely help you. You go back to eat a meal and sleep well, then go to trouble at night."

Linglong not only called Taer's little brother, but also stretched out her hand to pat someone's strong chest muscles, Z's hand quickly grabbed her, and Taer finally recovered, saluted and slipped away, leaving Z Linglong. Pressing in his arms: "Who is the little brother called, eh? Who is the little brother called?"

"Also, who said I want to help him? That's his brother, not my brother."

"Come on, you, look at you, you're terribly short-sighted, it's strange if you don't help." Linglong curled her lips, "Besides, you don't look at your virtue. Are you like a little brother?"

Z is strange: "Why am I not a little brother?"

Linglong quietly spit out her tongue. Tal is only in his twenties, and he is tall and thin with flesh and undressed, but what about Z? The strong and tall one looks like an iron tower. He usually wears a suit, and his shirt buttons are broken by his big breasts. It's like a little brother or a little giant. "All right, you are the little brother, right? You are the little brother!"

He lowered his head and took a bite on her little mouth, his lips and teeth intertwined, and he was affectionate and ambiguous: "Let me hear you call someone else's little brother..."

The threat is strong, "I won't take you to play."