the castration plan

There is a gland concealing patch on the back of Bemuir's neck, so Alpha's first target is not him, but a disheveled Omega.

But he actively released the pheromone.

Those are all the gorgeous flowers in spring, fragrant and gorgeous.

The Alphas immediately gave up the fat they got and changed their goals.

Bemuir raised his head, his empty eyes were completely devoid of emotion, and then his body suddenly lifted up, his left arm bent and pressed down, and he quickly changed his left wrist, twisted it inward and downward, and fell directly to the ground .

The other party was dismembered, squawking and roaring sideways.

As soon as the other people entered the territory within three meters of Belmuir, they fell to the ground as if they were under black magic.

Omega watched all this dumbfounded. Bemuir's lightning-fast reflexes and skills even made him think that this was a mighty and mighty Alpha.

Baymuir grabbed the drunk's fingers and slid their phone's fingerprint screen lock open.

Another Alpha was about to move, and in the next second, the shiny blue Swiss Army knife was pressed against the soft flesh of the back of his neck, which was extremely cold.

"I'll cut out your glands and make wine," Baymuir said.

Without the refraction of complex iris, under the bright light, the bright color of Bemuir's eyes looks like yellow gemstones, but they are actually golden brown pupils, so frivolous and indifferent, not quite human.

"You're safe." Bemuir stretched out his hand to Omega and said with a warm smile, "Don't be afraid, I'll be here with you."

His assistant, Shen He, was quickly summoned, wearing spare glasses.

Beimuir didn't say anything, just nodded lightly, and Shen He dragged the three people on the ground away to deal with it. When he left, he was respectful like a Japanese, and looked at Beimuir. Er bowed: "Teacher, you have worked hard."

Omega was very timid. He said he didn't remember his identity or hometown.This is also reasonable, because beautiful Omega has always been the highest priced item on the black market.

Bemuir frowned and called a taxi, but just as he stuffed the Omega in, the financial executive Chen Zhen appeared on the back.

In just a few seconds of turning around, he immediately adjusted to the softness and warmth that is graceful and wandering.

After meeting and smiling like dogs, they went to the bar with a tacit understanding.

Chen Zhen is very distressed now that she threatened her girlfriend with an abortion.Three or five Omegas that were accidentally marked came to ask for living expenses, which also made his life very tight.

Baymuir bought all the wine orders naturally, without embarrassment at all.

He wears a smile on his face like a human skin mask, and interspersed with gentle eye contact and proper nodding of approval, he can always achieve the best listening posture.He is an insulator of vulgarity and nagging, how virtuous and gentle, he has trust and affection for the same sex.

Baymuir's emotional structure is obviously higher, he understands men very well, and understands style very well.He deeply understands that self-esteem is the lifeblood of a man, and he will never question or preach. He makes every man realize that it is not rare to encounter sex or love, but it is rare to encounter understanding.

"Beibei." Chen Zhen held Beimuir's hanging hand, with a gesture of affection, "I will forget fatigue and pressure when I am with you. I have never felt this kind of feeling before. I'm getting weird for you now."

"How strange?" Bemuir sat on the high bar chair, as if he didn't hear the other party's compliment, he raised his calf lightly, kicked him a little, and touched the other party's suit pants, as if he didn't hear anything. As if nothing happened, continue to chat empathetically and smile sweetly.

Then, his soft and slippery hands stroked the inner thighs of the man, and his voice suddenly changed, like a plump and smooth woman's skin, "Let me see, how strange is it?"

Such a sudden and bold act of intimacy in public made the experienced Alpha hot and trembling all over, stimulated by hormones.

Baymuir's face was slightly red, and he let the opponent's body press him over.

Bemuir's creamy body seems to need to be loved by nature, the cup-shaped poppy-like red lower lip is slightly indented, a small amount of golden-yellow stained green eyes contain self-resentment, and the white and moist cheeks are extremely chaste : "What are you doing?"

The other party didn't care about losing his composure, and impatiently grabbed the beautiful legs and buttocks that Xiao had wanted for a long time, and he was about to start here.

But Baymuir's soul-stirring beauty can easily make people lose their nerve.

Fortunately, he smiled silently, which was a kind of tacit approval and encouragement.

Because he was staring at the other person's glands, the aerosol capsules hidden in the gaps between his teeth were ready to go off at the touch of a button. After repeated medication three to five times for a month, the gonads of the person in front of him would turn into a lump full of holes. Cloth pocket.

But at this moment, a cold "Baimuer" sounded from above their heads.

Like the clear bell, Lu He is walking in a society ruled by law, with a powerful Alpha aura and a large group of dark clouds coming, covering the sky with one hand, as if he is leading the operation of this world.

As soon as he appeared, the DJ wanted to play the opening song of the news broadcast.

The adulterer Baymuir, being dragged out of Bar Street.

"It hurts." Bemuir swayed his wrist delicately twice, managed to get out, and before the other party got more annoyed, he immediately hugged his arm and said softly, "Dad, it's curfew time ?"

Lu He visibly froze for a moment, then turned his ears off and continued to drag him towards the parking lot.

He said sadly, "Why do you hurt me?"

The driver trembled, afraid to look in the rearview mirror.

Baymuir huddled in Lu He's arms, begging for mercy softly, his eyes that longed for pity were clear and green, as if they were half-covered by the drunken tears of slumber.

He hid his hands in the sleeves of the shirt made of heavy mulberry silk fabric, like a child who didn't grow up, wearing inappropriate adult clothes, stroked and poked Lu He's chest, and whispered flatteringly: "Don't be angry. "

Lu He, who was as cold as iron, looked at him cruelly with lead-colored eyes, curled his fingers slightly angrily, and said in his usual cold tone: "I hope you don't forget that you are married. If necessary, I will Use legal procedures to remind you."

"Well, listen to what Dad says." Bemuir's affectionate eyes seemed to be worshiping and admiring a master of the universe, playing with his tie, like a cat addicted to desire, with soft beards scraping and pointed nails Then, teased the man's Adam's apple, like a girl's primitive, wild, bold and innocent.

"Don't shout like that." Faced with his surprise, Lu He just carried him away a little, not knowing if he suddenly found something wrong, or finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Baymuir seems to have no bones, and it is impossible to sit upright. A white cloud floats lazily, with red clouds lining Xiaqi, and two hands resting on Lu He's shoulders as he pleases, beautiful and thin. The lips touched lightly, the tip of the tongue touched the roof of the mouth twice, and she tilted her head slightly to look at him: "What's that called? Husband? Master?"

"Let me think about it, if it's Mr. Lu, which one would you like?"

Then he stuck it tighter, and unbuttoned Lu He's shirt with a few slender fingers, seductive and mischievous.

"No, I can't think about it anymore." The tone was neither sweet nor greasy, but it was dark and hoarse, concealed and sexy, "Because... thinking of Mr. Lu makes me so wet. "

"My, brother-in-law." Bamuir whispered between his lips, and smiled vaguely.