Chapter 181 Invincible Doomsday (33)
"What the hell is this?"
Aowu craned his neck to look.
It must be unusual for Zhou Ye to chase him all the way here.
Then he watched Zhou Ye step forward, bend down and get into the tent.
The curtains were down and the tent was dark.
A low roar came from the darkness, and it was dark and full of threats.
Zhou Ye opened his eyes and watched the huge figure in front of him slowly sit up, his scarlet eyes glowing with a strange and fierce light.
He was like a roaring lion, with heavy air pressure all over his body. He slowly raised his claws, and the breath of death rushed towards his face.
The next second.
Zhou Ye raised his hand before him, facing the shadow in the darkness
“Pa—!”
The crisp slap fell, still a familiar position and a familiar voice.
The sharp claws that were ready to go sluggish in an instant, hanging in mid-air, motionless.
Aowu was also startled by this slap, and instantly understood what it was in front of him.
A minute later, the incandescent lamp hanging on the top of the tent was turned on, and dim yellow light poured down. The man sitting in front of him was shrouded in the light, and the outline of his facial features glowed with a soft golden light.
The tyrant looked at Zhou Ye, who was squatting in front of him. His messy black curly hair hung randomly in front of his forehead, and his porcelain white features were filled with a daze.
"What are you running for?"
Zhou Ye stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's neck. He leaned forward with force and pushed the tyrant's tall figure to the floor mat.
The man resisted slightly, but after seeing Zhou Ye's eyes, his body no longer resisted. He obeyed the force and lay on the mat without any resistance.
Zhou Ye pressed his neck and looked at him condescendingly. His other hand violently pushed the thick, curly hair from the man's forehead behind his ears. The light was a bit dazzling, and the tyrant narrowed his narrow eyes slightly. , long eyelashes with distinct roots, and under the mottled shadows, there is a pair of light red eyes. The pupils are contracted, clear and clean, like a beautiful ruby.
Different, apart from the smell, Tyrant and Liang Xiao are also different.
The eyes of the person in front of him were very mismatched with his figure. They were not cruel or stern, but clear and clear. They were slender in shape, and the ends of the eyes were slightly raised, as if they were born with eyeliner, and they were pure and profound.
Zhou Ye stared into his eyes very seriously, lowered his head the next second, and leaned his entire face against the tyrant's chest.
Zhou Ye, who felt comfortable all over, became lazier. The sharp and irritable aura around him was calmed down and he became docile.
The breath of a man is a calming medicine, the best way to soothe Zhou Ye.
The tyrant's body was tense and motionless, his two long legs were bent, and his tall and slender body was huddled in this small space.
Zhou Ye was petite and rested perfectly on the tyrant's arms.
Aowu has lived for such a long time, and never thought that he would be able to see Zhou Ye's little bird clinging to someone in his lifetime.
This man is really evil.
The tent was quiet for a while, and Zhou Ye sat up. The tyrant, who had become accustomed to the person in his arms, felt that his arms had become empty. He opened his red eyes and looked up at Zhou Ye.
"You're hurt."
Zhou Ye spoke decisively, looked at the tyrant's face, and motioned for him to sit up.
The tyrant sat up, his movements slightly stiff.
Zhou Ye moved his eyes to him.
"Take off your clothes and show me."
(End of chapter)