The New Generation of Ultraman Villains

"NO.6~ Are you going back on your word?" Facing the dark blue phantom leaning over, Taro's golden eye lights never left Ao.

"It's fine, as long as Torre is happy." Taro looked at the dress in his hand. After all, there were no outsiders here...

Finally, the blue phantom who was drinking milk tea in a goblet saw Taro walking out with a blushing face.

The high-slit moon-white dress was a bit tight on the chief instructor.

"NO.6~Your taste is unusual~" Taro suddenly knocked Tregear to the ground.

"Torre..." The blue phantom pretended to refuse, but finally interlocked his fingers with Taro's.

After a long while, the Blue Phantom felt that he shouldn't be soft-hearted, as this sticky red tribe had no intention of stopping.

The kicked black ankle was gently grasped by the red palm, and the red palm's palm along the fleshy calf gave a somewhat burning touch that made the blue phantom tremble.

"NO.6..." The blue phantom looked at the golden eyes that were staring at him with an irresistible passion. For the first time, he felt that he shouldn't have teased Taro so much before.

Although this idea often pops up in bed, it does not affect the Blue Phantom's continuation next time.

The chief instructor thought that since he was wearing a skirt, he had to let him eat enough.

With the sweetness of milk tea spreading with every breath, the Blue Phantom was well taken care of from head to toe.

The Blue Phantom couldn't help but suspect that Taro was going to work him to death in bed. Faced with the sun's scorching love, the Blue Clan, whose consciousness was floating, didn't want to really refuse.

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On the other side, Zero asked his dear father about his confusion.

"Dad, if... Ao bites you, will he be angry?" After struggling for a long time, Zero decided to share the problem with his father.

"What?" Seven felt that he had misheard. What did it mean that Youao bit him?

"Who bit you, Cerro?" Seven reacted and spoke up. He didn't think his son would let O'Neal bite him so easily.

G:……

Facing his father's golden eyes, Zero couldn't help but hold his forehead. How could his father react so quickly? He hadn't even finished his preparations.

"Dad, I had a fight with Maha before, and then... my cousin bit me." Finally, Zero hardened his heart and told him the situation.

"How did Maha bite you?" Seven looked around and didn't see Xiaoliu and Torrekia, so he lowered his voice.

"He bit my neck lightly... and I think he licked it." As Zero spoke, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Cero, your Sixth Aunt doesn't know, right...?" Seven asked uncertainly.

"I probably don't know. There was a problem with the equipment before."

"Be careful of your Sixth Uncle recently."

"why?"

"Of course, be careful that he beats you up."

G:……

The main universe of Ultra World.

Borges' Planet.

The situation in the Land of Light was not peaceful, but at least Zero did not show up. Maha checked his conscience and could avoid continuing to tease his cousin.

Maha paused in his steps as he left, and System No. 1 prompted that it was Taro who came this time.

Father……

According to my memory, I feel guilty towards Taro's father. Taiyang will not care about his child's scheme against him, but I cannot face Taro...

"Maha." Taro looked at Maha's back, the incarnation of his youngest son Yaxi, who looked even more like Torrekia.

"What's up?" Maha, who had his back to the spiritual force model, raised his head slightly. In his heart, Taro wasn't his father, so he wasn't very close to Taro...

Taro didn't expect Maha to respond to him, and he was particularly happy.

On the other side, in the Kingdom of Light, in the mental training room, the gathered Ao couldn't help but look at each other. It was a good thing to have progress. The previous Maha ignored all of them.

The blue phantom gently played with Taro's red fingertips, standing a little relaxed, his waist still aching...

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"Maha, my son, Tregear and I are waiting for you to come home." Taro controlled the model to sit cross-legged in the net bag.

"Go home...that's not my home." Maha lowered his head slightly, his appearance was reflected on the smooth ground, and his scarlet narrow eyelights were a little dim.