The Little Stalker of the Paranoid Big Guy is Turned Over

The game is over for the day.

But Xianyu didn't see Cyril.

That guy is like a big sticky dog.

Why isn't there such a time?

She is a little strange, but according to Huali's character, she will definitely not ask others where Cyril has gone.

She is preparing to go back to take a bath and have a good rest for tomorrow's game.

Blackmore offered to make an offer.

"Tomorrow's competition is physical work. I invite everyone to go out for a bath and relax with a massage?"

"Blackmore, is the massage you're talking about meat or vegetarian?" Kun asked with a smile.

"Isn't it superfluous to ask this question, when have we Blackmore been vegetarian."

Andy rolled his eyes.

Blackmer, that's a carnivore, okay?

Xianyu's face was a little ugly.

"I'm not going. I'm a little tired. I want to go back and take a bath and have a good rest."

Blackmore could not wait to sew several people's mouths.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm really just going to have a massage this time to relax... I don't mean anything else, I'm a vegetarian... Actually, it's not bad, it's quite healthy."

He has something to explain.

The other three felt very disappointed.

The big guy treats guests as well, they must be as happy as they want.

Today's society is an era of open personality.

Especially their advanced humans.

Because it is too difficult to have children, everyone is crazy.

Conservative antiques like Huali are almost extinct in the interstellar age.

"What's the point of eating a fart vegetarian..."

Milo Cary complained, and before he finished speaking, Blackmore gave him a stern warning.

He quickly changed his words: "It's good to be a vegetarian. We have never played a simple health care experience. It's not bad to try it."

That tone was reluctant.

The other two were equally embarrassed.

"I'm not going, you go, have fun."

Xianyu didn't want to spoil other people's interest, so she went out after speaking.

"This Huali is still so out of place, it's a miracle that he can survive until now."

Milo Cary looked in the direction he was leaving and complained again and again.

In school, he was also a loner.

If it wasn't for Blackmore, they wouldn't have played with him at all.

After all, it's not all the way.

"Is it my illusion that I think he's hiding from Blackmer?" Andy wondered.

"Shut up, if you don't speak, no one will be your mute!" Kun cursed with a dark face.

"Since the flowers can't leave, what do we say? Is it really fun, please, don't, it's really boring..."

Milo Cary doesn't want to be a vegetarian at all.

"Blackmore, you just want to fall in love with Huali, are you still planning to abstain for him?" Andy also asked.

The three looked at Blackmer in silence.

In this day and age, there is no such thing as being faithful to a partner, let alone that they are not a partner.

High-level human beings occupy a dominant position in society, and they have strong desires in all aspects.

Victory, possessiveness, and unspeakable sexuality!

This is doomed to a partner who cannot meet their needs.

In the interstellar, as long as the spirit is not derailed, the body is derailed, it is a normal thing.

For them, it's just a way of venting their excess energy.

It is also the difference between Huali and everyone.

Huali's thoughts are inexplicably very old. What he respects is monogamy. Whether it is mind or body, he must be loyal to his future wife, which is respect for each other.

One can imagine how much he resented and spurned himself when he became the type of person he hated the most.

It's been a long time since Blackmore vented at the bar.

His body is really uncomfortable.

Originally, I wanted to invite Huali to go with me, and then wait for the opportunity to cultivate feelings.

It's a pity... Hua Li is hiding from him.

This realization made Blackmore more and more dissatisfied, and his body became irritable.

The only solution is in bed.

In the end, Blackmore didn’t mention vegetarianism any more, and left Kun with a gloomy face in his arms and left the challenge hall.

On the other side, in the dormitory of Xianyu and Cyril.

Heber, who was invited here, looked nervously at Cyril sitting on the sofa.

"Sitting and standing make me seem so inhumane."

Cyril leaned on the back of the sofa with a lazy expression, put his hands on the back of the sofa, and looked at each other with a half-smile.

The two stood alone, and the other sat.

Logically speaking, Heber should be better, after all, his height and size are there.

But Cyril's aura is too strong, even if he is sitting, the sense of oppression can make people feel suffocated.

Even if he didn't release pheromones.

As the largest royal family in the Alliance and the nephew of the Queen of the Alliance, he is the person most likely to take the position of the head of the military.

The family has been focusing on nurturing him since he was a child.

The sense of superiority that came from the royal family was unmatched even by the nobleman Heber.

What's more, the Alliance knows that Cyril has never been a good talker.

"No, no need, Sir Cyril, I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

Just one look made Heber on the verge of collapse, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, his expression turned in ashes.

"What's wrong?" Cyril suppressed the smile on his face and asked indifferently.

"I, I shouldn't challenge Huali and make him the target of abuse by everyone, and I shouldn't use pheromones to suppress him because of unwillingness..."

Gritting his teeth, Heber said.

Even in his heart, he still looked down on Huali, and he still didn't feel that he had done something wrong.

To put it bluntly, it is dissatisfaction!

Not a sincere apology, not the slightest apology on his face.

It also made Cyril's eyes completely cold.

"Gone?"

what else?

Heber was a little confused.

And Cyril didn't say hello to him at all, and suddenly began to release his pheromones.

The smell of the overwhelming snow rushed to his face, like the roar brought by an avalanche, directly hitting Heber's face, only to instantly feel that his breath was being restrained.

"Uh……"

He lay on the ground and covered his neck in pain, his eyes turned red, and wheat's complexion became darker and darker, gradually turning from red to purple.

He even thought that he would die here.

Knowing that this is the opponent's limit, he will surely die if he continues, Cyril just restrained some pheromones, but did not let him relax completely.

A brief slack allowed Heber to take a deep breath uncontrollably.

Before he could relax, that kind of Xuexiang with a destructive aura struck again.

so repeatedly.

This is more terrifying than torture. It comes from the fear of the strong man in front of him.

Just as envy slipped him, Cyril was slipping him too.

He even suspected that he would be quietly played to death by the other party today.

And as Cyril, he is not responsible at all.

Killing him is as easy as stepping on an ant.

But in an instant, the fragrance of snow in the air has become so thick that it cannot be dissolved.