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

Chapter 140

Chapter 140 The Interstellar Music of the Savage Leader

    Yuan's words in Mo Shi's ears were: "#@%..."

    He has the memory of the original owner, so the language of interstellar is not difficult, but the words of another plane are like a book from heaven. Mo Shi narrowed his eyes and greeted Xiao Miao. It was the first time he had encountered such a situation where the language pack was not installed.

    "What's going on?" Mo Shi squinted and looked over.

    "Master, it seems that you need to record the rules of speech yourself and master another foreign language." Xiaomiao answered dutifully after investigating.

    Um? Mo Shi raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes flashed suspiciously. It seems that after his encounter with the virus a few times, his mission has changed beyond recognition. Now he even has a guess, but has no chance to confirm it. Just wait for a chance and all the truth will be revealed.

    Glancing at the savage's half-naked upper body and the animal hides that vaguely cover important parts, the villain in Mo 30's heart secretly licked his lips. His man's strong muscles are really sexy, and his wheat-colored skin even has a mysterious metallic luster, as if smeared with oil.

    His hair was hard and it seemed wild. From the corner of the eye to the lower jaw, a red symbol is drawn. And the position of the chest is indeed a tattoo-like pattern, the pattern is very familiar, it is the mark of the king of the gods that belonged to the devil.

    "#￥%#￥%@..." A

    string of unknown symbols sounded from Yuan's mouth, Mo Thirty looked at the man who was wriggling slightly, looked at him for a moment, stroked the explosive chest muscles, and looked at the The slightly trembling chest muscles suppressed the heat in his heart, and then he stood up with a tut.

    Mo Di Yuan was stunned, he had never been touched like this before. Especially in front of this strange little white man who fell from the sky. what is he? Is it a person, or something? However, the cool fingers touched the skin, and an electric current rushed into the body along his chest, and he unconsciously tensed his body.

    When the little white man stood up, he could see clearly what was on his body. What are those strips of shame? Is it also a leather skirt? ? But it doesn't seem to be very similar. It is completely different from the same kind he knows. Most of his clansmen are fierce and savage, and they are full of rough men. Even the women are all like cows.

    In other poor tribes, there will be some people with big belly but hungry, but those people's faces are sallow, and no one has ever been so white, like a white egg flower. Yuan thought about it for a long time before trying to think of a metaphor.

    "Who are you, I am Yuan, the leader of the Pinghe tribe." Yuan jumped up when he left home at the temperature of the little white man. It wasn't obvious when he was sitting, but when Yuan stood up, he found that the little white man in front of him was really small. He couldn't tell what the scenery was, he just knew it was beautiful! Very nice!

    And it would be great if this soft white and tender little white man could be brought home to raise. I don't know where his clan is. How did he come to their big river area. It would be great to have the little white man join their tribe if he wanted to.

    Mo Shi raised his head, looked at the taller man who stood upright, and saw his strong arms, he fell silent when he reached his shoulders. In short, he is used to all kinds of men in his family, and he will never be particularly jealous, really. Can't you give him a perfect golden ratio cool body? ! How can the master be so stingy! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻Xiaomiao's     eyes flashed, and he sighed in his heart: Master, it's not that you don't give it. It's mainly that you and the male god two bears don't match. More importantly, these bodies are Taking the master's original version as the benchmark, the master's data at the beginning was more beautiful than Huajiao, who did he blame. He     quickly covered his mouth, and Xiaomiao pretended to be thinking of nothing.     Yuan's inquiry did not get a real answer, and Mo Shi was just crooked. The head recorded the structure of Yuan's speech.     "Would you like to go back to the tribe with me and become a member of my tribe?" His eyes flashed, and Yuan asked again. He stared at the little white man's eyebrows carefully, he thought the person in front of him was too good-looking , more beautiful than the most beautiful Saya of their tribe! Those eyes were as dazzling as the beads on the priest's staff, no, perhaps more beautiful than that!