Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 181 Doomsday Invincible (33)

"What is this stuff?"

Aww stretch your neck to look.

Zhou Ye was able to chase all the way here, this thing must be unusual.

Then he watched Zhou Ye step forward, bent down and got into the tent.

The curtains were lowered, and the tent was pitch black.

A low roar came from the darkness, full of threats in the darkness.

Zhou Ye opened his eyes, watching the huge figure in front of him slowly sit up, his scarlet eyes glowed with a strange and fierce light.

He was like a roaring lion, with a heavy air pressure all over his body, he slowly raised his sharp claws, and the breath of death rushed towards his face.

next second.

Zhou Ye raised his hand before him, facing the phantom in the darkness
"Snapped--!"

A clear and crisp slap fell, still in a familiar position, and with a familiar voice.

The sharp claws that were ready to go froze in an instant, hanging in midair in a daze, motionless.

Awow was also taken aback by the slap, and instantly understood what it was in front of him.

One minute later, the incandescent lamp hanging on the top of the tent was turned on, and the dim yellow light poured down. The man sitting in front of him was shrouded in the light, and the contours of his facial features were glowing with soft golden light.

The tyrant looked at Zhou Ye who was squatting in front of him, with messy black curly hair hanging in disorder on his forehead, and his porcelain-white facial features were dazed everywhere.

"Run what?"

Zhou Ye stretched out his hand, grabbed the man's neck, leaned forward with all his strength, and pressed the tall figure of the tyrant onto the floor mat.

The man resisted a little, but after seeing Zhou Ye's eyes, his body no longer resisted, and obediently followed the force, lying on the mat without any resistance.

Zhou Ye pressed his neck, looked down at him, and violently brushed the man's thick and curly long hair behind his ears with the other hand. The light was a bit dazzling, and the tyrant narrowed his narrow eyes slightly. , the long eyelashes are distinct, and under the mottled phantom, there is a pair of light red eyes.

The pupils contracted, clear and clean, like a beautiful ruby.

Not the same, apart from the smell, the tyrant and Liang Xiao are still different.

The eyes of the person in front of him didn't match his figure. They were neither fierce nor harsh, but clear and slender, with slightly raised eye ends, as if they were born with eyeliner, pure desire and profound.

Zhou Ye stared into his eyes very seriously, then lowered his head in the next second, and leaned his entire face near the tyrant's chest.

Zhou Ye, who was comfortable all over his body, became sluggish, and the sharp and irritable breath around him was also calmed down, becoming docile.

The aura on the man's body is the medicine for calming the mind and the best way to appease Zhou Ye.

The tyrant was tense all over, motionless, his two long legs were bent, and his tall and slender body curled up in this square inch with aggrievedness.

Zhou Ye is petite, leaning against the tyrant's arms, just right.

Aowu has lived for such a long time, never thought that in his lifetime, he would be able to see the scene of Zhou Ye's little bird clinging to others.

It's evil, this man is really evil.

The tent was quiet for a while, Zhou Ye sat up, the tyrant who was used to the person in his arms felt empty in his arms, opened his red eyes, and looked up at Zhou Ye.

"You are hurt."

Zhou Ye spoke firmly, looked at the tyrant's face, and motioned him to sit up.

The tyrant sat up, his movements a little stiff.

Zhou Ye shifted his gaze to him.

"Take off your clothes, show me."

(End of this chapter)