(BL)(MTL)The strongest face-stepping gold finger [quick wear]

Chapter 60

Chapter 60 The Black Male Protagonist vs the Fate Beast Boss

    "Cough cough," The blood that had been gushing out of his chest had stopped flowing, the wound healed quickly, and the handsome young man's face recovered a little.

    This little white thing doesn't seem to be a noble breed, and he hasn't even seen it. But it was such a limp and fleshy little meower who saved his life. After signing the contract, his body would heal quickly.     Looking deeply at this frightened kitten, the boy's cold eyes overflowed with a hint of gentleness: "Even if you are a first-class, it doesn't matter. If you choose me, then I will

    raise you until we die."

The little thing he put on his cheek, the teenager hugged it: "I only have you." There

    was no need for Xiaomiao to stop him, Mo Thirty was already held in the palm of a small group. Then I heard the boy say that in a hoarse voice. The reason why he didn't really give him the last knife was not just because he killed this guy, he just flew away. More importantly, this man seemed to be a bit like his man.

    The possibility of being able to contract directly to the outer soul is his man. Thinking of the previous worlds, it was not too late for his men to appear. Taking a closer look at the other party's appearance, Mo Shi shook his furry ears: "Meow!" Is it a young lover, haha.

    Seeing that her master was so interested, Xiao Miao couldn't remind him that in the eyes of male gods, her master was cuter. The man-god deacon has become smaller, and your whole body has become a ball.

    After being poked in the ear and rubbing his stomach, the boy's eyes were aimed at his belly again, and Mo Thirty turned around and grabbed a paw. Four marks were left on the boy's face where he could see the future handsome.

    Being caught, the young man was stunned. Staring at the irritated hairball, a trace of humor rose in my heart. His little phantom seemed to be quite lively, standing up with difficulty, the young man was drenched in cold sweat, but his warm hands had been holding Mo Thirty gently, and finally stood up and shook it, the young man was indifferent to the smell in his arms. Xiao Miao said: "We will be each other in the future, my name is Mu Junyu, what is your name?"

    Mo Thirty sniffed the breath on the other party's body, in addition to the strong bloody smell, it was a faint smell of green pine. Because he was only fourteen or fifteen years old, his chest was not strong and thick, and he was only a little over 1.7 meters tall.

    "I'll call you Mimi. You've been wiggling your nose so cute." Mu Junyu rubbed the little guy on his chest. He couldn't put it down because of the fluffy hand feeling. He never knew that there was a small stove in his arms, which seemed to be empty. Hearts are full.

    Fuck your ass! Mo Thirty stretched out her small paw again, giving the little handsome guy a symmetrical grab.

    He was caught again, obviously his little cat doesn't like his name very much. Mu Junyu rubbed it hard: "It's quite picky."

    Although the boy's brows and eyes were as soft as possible, his stern face was always haunted by suffocation and gloom, as well as a touch of sadness. Pulling open the placket, put the hairball on his chest, close to his heart, Mu Junyu whispered: "Baby, you go to sleep first."

    After speaking, he looked in a certain direction with more hatred and resentment. Glancing deeply, he turned around and staggered into the depths of the forest. It seemed that he was escaping something, and Mu Junyu almost couldn't hold on several times. He tightly protected his chest, if not for the warmth of his chest. He might not even be able to hold on.