Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

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Lou Yunting bowed his head deeply.

He is much taller than Ling Chan, the adult male Ting Ge has tall and broad shoulders, when he bends over Ling Chan, it looks like a mountain is falling down.

It made Ling Chan so petite and weak, pitiful and lovely.

Lou Yunting was filled with love and affection, and whispered softly: "You are so cute."

Different from his gentle voice, his love palm was like iron clamps, tightly locked on Ling Chan's neck, causing bursts of suffocation.

It was difficult for Chan to breathe.

The same trap was placed in front of her again.

Due to the lack of oxygen, his pupils were physiologically watery and foggy, but his eyes were clear and bright, like a cold front, piercing through the fog and piercing people's hearts.

"Are you so sure that you have already won?" Ling Chan's tone was difficult, her speech was intermittent, but her tone was steady, with a faint smile, "How do you know that what I want to do has already failed?"

Lou Yunting smiled, only felt that his stubbornness and refusal to admit defeat made his heart itch, so he said again, "You are so cute."

He explained with rare patience: "Do you know what is the real key to the central control? It's blood, it's genes, only specific genes can control this place, here I am God, no matter what you plan , it is impossible to beat me."

After a pause, he let go of his hand again, and the oxygen returned to Ling Chan's chest cavity. He covered his mouth and nose, and coughed violently, waiting for ants to crawl over dense itches in his throat and eyes.

Lou Yunting looked at Ling Chan's teary eyes, his brows were tightly frowned, and for some reason, the messenger comforted him: "Don't worry, I won't kill you..."

He loosened his fingers, and slowly slid up along Ling Chan's neck, along the white and smooth skin, and touched the corners of Ling Chan's eyes, and gently touched the rough palm covered with calluses. That little teardrop overflowing.

"Why do I..." Lou Yunting murmured, suddenly paused, and quickly changed his words, "I hate you so much, of course I will let you live well!"

"You are the first person who dares to use me..."

"But I want to kill you." Ling Chan put down her palm and said softly.

The tears-washed eyes were as bright as the sky, revealing a sharp gaze, causing Chan's spiritual power to expand like the sea, piercing straight into Lou Yunting's brain along the previous path, turning the clouds and rains upside down.

Lou Yunting looked at her and reconfirmed that point - all beautiful women are poisonous.

Lou Yunting bowed his head deeply.

He is much taller than Ling Chan, the adult male Ting Ge has tall and broad shoulders, when he bends over Ling Chan, it looks like a mountain is falling down.

It made Ling Chan so petite and weak, pitiful and lovely.

Lou Yunting was filled with love and affection, and whispered softly: "You are so cute."

Different from his gentle voice, his love palm was like iron clamps, tightly locked on Ling Chan's neck, causing bursts of suffocation.

It was difficult for Chan to breathe.

The same trap was placed in front of her again.

Due to the lack of oxygen, his pupils were physiologically watery and foggy, but his eyes were clear and bright, like a cold front, piercing through the fog and piercing people's hearts.

"Are you so sure that you have already won?" Ling Chan's tone was difficult, her speech was intermittent, but her tone was steady, with a faint smile, "How do you know that what I want to do has already failed?"

Lou Yunting smiled, only felt that his stubbornness and refusal to admit defeat made his heart itch, so he said again, "You are so cute."

He explained with rare patience: "Do you know what is the real key to the central control? It's blood, it's genes, only specific genes can control this place, here I am God, no matter what you plan , it is impossible to beat me."

After a pause, he let go of his hand again, and the oxygen returned to Ling Chan's chest cavity. He covered his mouth and nose, and coughed violently, waiting for ants to crawl over dense itches in his throat and eyes.

Lou Yunting looked at Ling Chan's teary eyes, his brows were tightly frowned, and for some reason, the messenger comforted him: "Don't worry, I won't kill you..."

He loosened his fingers, and slowly slid up along Ling Chan's neck, along the white and smooth skin, and touched the corners of Ling Chan's eyes, and gently touched the rough palm covered with calluses. That little teardrop overflowing.

"Why do I..." Lou Yunting murmured, suddenly paused, and quickly changed his words, "I hate you so much, of course I will let you live well!"

"You are the first person who dares to use me..."

"But I want to kill you." Ling Chan put down her palm and said softly.

The tears-washed eyes were as bright as the sky, revealing a sharp gaze, causing Chan's spiritual power to expand like the sea, piercing straight into Lou Yunting's brain along the previous path, turning the clouds and rains upside down.

Lou Yunting looked at her and reconfirmed that point - all beautiful women are poisonous.

Lou Yunting bowed his head deeply.

He is much taller than Ling Chan, the adult male Ting Ge has tall and broad shoulders, when he bends over Ling Chan, it looks like a mountain is falling down.

It made Ling Chan so petite and weak, pitiful and lovely.

Lou Yunting was filled with love and affection, and whispered softly: "You are so cute."

Different from his gentle voice, his love palm was like iron clamps, tightly locked on Ling Chan's neck, causing bursts of suffocation.

It was difficult for Chan to breathe.

The same trap was placed in front of her again.

Due to the lack of oxygen, his pupils were physiologically watery and foggy, but his eyes were clear and bright, like a cold front, piercing through the fog and piercing people's hearts.

"Are you so sure that you have already won?" Ling Chan's tone was difficult, her speech was intermittent, but her tone was steady, with a faint smile, "How do you know that what I want to do has already failed?"

Lou Yunting smiled, only felt that his stubbornness and refusal to admit defeat made his heart itch, so he said again, "You are so cute."

He explained with rare patience: "Do you know what is the real key to the central control? It's blood, it's genes, only specific genes can control this place, here I am God, no matter what you plan , it is impossible to beat me."

After a pause, he let go of his hand again, and the oxygen returned to Ling Chan's chest cavity. He covered his mouth and nose, and coughed violently, waiting for ants to crawl over dense itches in his throat and eyes.

Lou Yunting looked at Ling Chan's teary eyes, his brows were tightly frowned, and for some reason, the messenger comforted him: "Don't worry, I won't kill you..."

He loosened his fingers, and slowly slid up along Ling Chan's neck, along the white and smooth skin, and touched the corners of Ling Chan's eyes, and gently touched the rough palm covered with calluses. That little teardrop overflowing.

"Why do I..." Lou Yunting murmured, suddenly paused, and quickly changed his words, "I hate you so much, of course I will let you live well!"

"You are the first person who dares to use me..."

"But I want to kill you." Ling Chan put down her palm and said softly.