the castration plan

Lyon, a foreign-style house on the outskirts.

The Alpha crouched in a chair wearing a grinning dog mask, huddled in a black cloak.This is Gorm, the vicious dog of Helheim, Quentin.

Bemuir kicked the iron table over with one kick, and the German blood sausage and sauerkraut were smeared on Alpha's face, and then he lifted his head and hit the ground heavily, and in a flash, the barrel of the gun was aimed at the space between his eyebrows.

Quentin's subordinates were also pulled over their shoulders by Bemuir, and they were thrown back like sandbags. With a series of lightning combos, the extremely muscular Alphas fell to the ground like puppets off strings.

"Damn it or not?" Baymuir clamped Quentin's neck with his right arm, and threw his back forward violently, stepping on the faces of everyone who fell to the ground a few times, and the clear and crisp sound of bones breaking In the golden hall surrounded by murals, "Which bastard fired the gun?"

Quentin sneered with his bloody mouth: "How many times you ask, it's the same. I said it was an indiscriminate attack by some members who hate the government. Mr. Roman didn't give any orders."

Baymuir raised his hand, and the next second he would smash Alpha's spine with the butt of his gun.

"Bermuel." Roman's voice sounded at the right time, with a melodious voice, "What reason do you think I have to order someone to shoot that gentleman?"

Roman was wearing a light-colored silk garment, which made his skin look like a piece of transparent ice jade.This makes him look more like a water elf who dives deep into the sea, with an extraordinary young beauty and silver-white hair. He loves nature and has delicate emotions. He is a born poet.

"Do you think it's male jealousy?" Roman looked up at the gun that Omega held up to him, he might really be some kind of long-lived and beautiful race that regards death as nothing, "I have to admit that's true It made me dizzy several times. But I know better than you yourself that you won't be able to live after he dies, right? And I don't want to lose you prematurely. "

"I know you don't actually think that way, you're just tired and you need to vent, my child." He held Bemuir's sweaty face in his hands and stroked it, as if confirming his son's paternal lineage through phrenology, rather There is a kind of tenderness that is affectionate, "Let me hold you and sleep for a while, you like my arms."

Baymuir hadn't slept for two days and two nights, and his drug addiction gradually spread, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, it was as difficult as an ant biting a bone and a ghost grabbing a heart.His body temperature fluctuated from hot to cold, trembling, he dropped the gun, and took out a tissue to cover his nose.

"Look at my noble little princess, Quentin." The silver Roman was so bright that his whole body was slightly flooded, staring at the prostrate Omega, "He needs some happiness, doesn't he?"

Quentin brandished a curved knife, skimmed several packets of powder from the table, and threw them on the velvet Moroccan rug.

The diacetylmorphine content of No. 4 heroin can reach up to 98%.

Bemuir almost reached out to grab it, but suddenly the day rang in his ears, the cries and screams of the square riots, the siren blaring, and most importantly - Lu He's bedside drip device the ticking sound.

"Roman..." Bemuir leaned against the wall and stood up, tightly closing his eyes and trembling, "You promised me that you wouldn't force me anymore, you promised to set me free. You've regretted it in less than two years , you are ridiculous and sad."

"I'm not forcing you, I'm loving you. Only I can give you the love in the form and content you want." Roman slowly wiped the back of his hand with a square scarf, "You like to prove your love with grandeur Great, and I would most gladly tell the world about you. I will wear you with the best diamonds from Botswana and Namibia, and all the peoples of the Mediterranean will bow down and kiss your feet."

"Won't the little kite go home after it's been set off?" Roman seemed to need a bystander to witness, and continued, "Quentin, this kid will understand my painstaking efforts, won't he?"

"Yes, Mr. Roman, he is still young, and he will know that people in the outside world are sinister." Quentin had an alcohol cloth in his bloody mouth, and pulled the zipper of his one-piece cap, as if retreating into the night.

Bemuir's pupils were dilated and sweaty, and Roman's tongue slipped in at this moment, and fell into his warm mouth, pressing against the red flesh.

The white powder was rolled in it and fed deeply into the Omega's mouth.

This rough and purposeful kiss was like trying to skim the milk from the milk, whipping cream out of the panting Omega's mouth.The regular relaxation of Roman's gills is like a worm devouring food, and the force of his tongue is like scraping off the epithelial cells of his jaw.

"Look at my kitten, Quentin." Roman said with a faint smile, inviting everyone present to visit his exhibits, "with red lips like a Welsh fairy, and a face like a baked wild apple. He is so beautiful, the flowers in the sky must have been made by him, and I have all kinds of reasons to love him, which made me ignore his little betrayal a thousand times."

Omega's physiological hot tears welled up, dripped down his cheeks, and hit the ground uncontrollably.But Baymuir's expression was always as aloof and cold as the god of death, and he almost didn't even move his lips when he spoke.

"How can you cry with your eyes closed?" Roman was startled, "I taught you how to cry the most beautifully?"

"Frown a little bit harder, yes, a little bit is enough. With your mouth slightly pursed and your teeth slightly open, you will look especially weak. Tears will fall one by one, and if they are connected in a row, there will be nothing." Beauty. You used to be able to control one drop from your left eye and two drops from your right eye." Roman guided.

Roman commented: "Yes, that's it, my most perfect baby. God, there is an angel here that is so beautiful that he is about to melt, and he shot me in the heart. Bermuel, you are the glory of the golden tree. So beautiful, let me Kiss your budding mouth."

Baymuir was like a long-dead classical court doll, who was held in the arms of men for a long time.

"Roman, you're making me unhappy." Bemuir suddenly laughed, his gray arms stretched outwards, but quickly put them down softly, and threw them into Alpha's cold-blooded arms that were wet and cold, " You used to give me a porcelain sugar bowl with two rabbits every Easter, but you didn't give it to me last year. I'm not happy, I've been mad at you, otherwise I would have gone home."

"It's my fault. I will compensate my kitten with a hundred jars of honey." Roman caressed his frail and beautiful body, kissed his snow-white eustoma-like neck, and said with a smile, "You know how delicate you are?" No man can stand the test of me."

"I don't want a hundred, unless you use pure gold to make an egg, which is covered with diamonds and filled with the largest and most beautiful colored gemstones, without any gaps."

"What's so difficult about this." Roman looked at him with his eyebrows lowered and whispering, ready to refuse and welcome, like drinking a cup of intoxicating dew.

Baymuir seemed to be lying in his arms blushing, too shy to come out, being pursued by Roman and kissed to the lips, and pushed away pamperingly: "You still make me mad at you with dirty jokes."

Omega's eyelashes covering his eyes are drooping, thick and a bit poignant: "If that's the case, I'll go back to Europe with you this Easter. Otherwise, you won't bother me from now on."

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The next few photos are all silly and sweet, please rest assured Beibei's mother fans