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

Chapter 103

Chapter 103 The God Who Was Kidnapped by the Holographic Online Game Demon King

    "Don't look." His voice was hoarse and rhythmic, brushing past his ears in a low and magnetic tone, but with just one sentence, Mo 30's bones were softened.

    The overwhelming kiss fell, and Mo Shi no longer had the energy to lift the man's big hand, passively enduring the aggression from the other party, until his head was dizzy and dazed, and he was not able to get the face of the person who came.

    When he woke up the next day, Mo Shi raised his arm, only to feel that his whole body was milled by gears, sore and painful, and there seemed to be a creaking sound between the bones. Scanning the marks on his arm, Mo Thirty sat up with difficulty and looked around, his face darkened.

    The windows let in golden sunlight, and the blue sky was clear and cloudless. It was a fine day. However, Mo Shi's heart was full of haze. He rubbed his face hard and swept the empty room one by one, and then gritted his teeth and groaned.

    Mom, it's just that I was prostituted last night. He didn't even know his face and identity, and the most important thing was that this bastard patted his butt and left when he was done. He was extremely ruthless. Even if the treatment is very careful afterwards, the body is very refreshing. But Mo Shi still gritted his teeth gloomily, and made a secret note for the male god.

    Next time his man comes again, he will ask him to beg for mercy 10,000 times. I want to run, but there is no way!

    The code of life runs, and the mottled marks on his body slowly fade away. After finishing his clothes, he put on the neatly folded black robe and scarf. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the warm milk on the table, Mo Shi's expression froze, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, he took a sip of the milk, and the mellow fragrance filled his mouth. Squinting his eyes, he decided to reduce the punishment by 10%.

    Leaning on the hollowed out window lattice, Mo Shi looked at the road through the western carvings in Phnom Penh. The small novice village was full of people. Players wandered everywhere, and even those NPCs became a little smarter. The peace here is very suitable for retirement. I don't know where the bastard was peeping at him at the moment.

    Showing a deep smile, Mo Shi retracted his gaze, a whole glass of milk slowly poured into his stomach, and there was a knock on the door.

    Hearing the sound of the door, Mo Shi's figure disappeared by the window, and then two figures appeared in the room, both of whom smiled and seemed to have a very good atmosphere.

    Hidden behind a leafy branch, the dark pupils of a man who had been peeping all the time soon set off a stormy sea. His fingers pinching the bark penetrated deeply into the trunk, and his arms also showed sudden blue veins. He seemed to be enduring something with all his strength. Then he suddenly took out a small piece of cloth from his arms and sniffed it between the wings of his nose, and then he restrained the scarlet in his eyes.

    "Morning. How did you sleep last night?" The King of God asked with a smile, but his eyes swept across every corner of the room obscurely.

    Mo Shi nodded, his expression unchanged: "It's not bad."

    "Well, let's continue the task now. I heard that there is a more splendid world outside the novice village. By the way, what career do you choose? It depends on you. This black body doesn't mean you want to be an assassin." The king of the gods withdrew his gaze without a trace, and looked at Mo Thirty from the flat bed.

    "It's an assassin." Mo Thirty raised his leather-gloved hand, "Don't you think it's very emotional to hit someone with a sap and secretly stab someone." After being