Pampered by Millions

15: Prison bird crown (3)

    The ordinary face in the line of sight gradually revealed the bright outline, the confusion and panic filled the eyes of the ancient East, which greatly satisfied Horn's desire for control. He stepped forward. One step, the prompt sound of the communicator sounded at an untimely moment. Horn tilted his head slightly, limited by the flickering look of his thief, the next second, the sound of tearing the realm broke out.

    "You can't steal anything."

    After a few movements, the thief who had hung himself upside down on the wall with frowning eyes, the new easy container once again covered the real appearance, and the pseudo-tone instrument in his hand had been Horn exploded. Just now, Chao Deng used this micro-machine that can imitate various timbres and vocal positions to forge the sound of Anderson's Royal Signal, which he had copied from Anoran's communicator: " The fifth prince is the most difficult person I have ever seen to steal, there is no flaw in his body, is it really only A-rank?"

    Fail once, and it's not so easy to let the highly vigilant prey fall into the trap, and his original purpose is not to catch people.

    Even though he was touched to this level of secrets, Horn still looked as usual, his blue eyes stared quietly at what seemed to be a malicious thief, and suddenly stretched out since their meeting this time The first smile: "Come here a little and I'll tell you."

    The thief's original expression of ease and ease froze on his face, his hands moved, and the tips of his ears were red, and Horn clearly saw Chao Deng biting his lower lip, then turned and fled the scene .

    Huh?

    The young man with pale blond hair stared at the direction the other party was leaving, and put away his abnormally powerful space in a funny way.

    Shy...

    The moon is sloping westward, and the sisters and sisters of the special service industry in some streets of Feilengcui are splendidly soliciting business. The alien beast roasted its wings, and the remaining three-star coins were exchanged for beer. He has a physique that blushes when he drinks. It is easy to look like he is drunk. Arrived back to the small villa that I rented.

    The painter's room showed a warm halo in the late night of the light rain, tilted like flowing water, like a lonely lighthouse waiting for a ship on the Black Sea, the footsteps towards the lamp stopped outside Joe's room, He pondered for a while, then his feet crooked and slammed into the door.

    "His...! It hurts..."

     Rubbing his head toward the lamp, clinging to the door and squinting to see the house number, but because the door was suddenly opened from the inside, he fell into the arms of the person inside, with brown hair and brown eyes The tall and thin young man seemed a little surprised, and while he was holding him, he quietly led the person into the room for a few minutes. Qiao looked at the confused look at the lamp and asked boldly, "what's the matter with you?"

    "Joe?" Glancing at him dazedly, he wanted to stand up: "My head is a little dizzy, please help me back to the room."

    "Drunk?"

    "No, no, I'm not drunk..." He said, the two brothers hooked Joe's shoulders nicely: "I said, I saw him today, very happy!"