I, the Male Protagonist of the X Series

...Wait, it seems that there are indeed.

The gathering area where the group lives is remote and dilapidated, because it is close to the polar desert, which makes life more difficult than for people in other places.

Only guys who have offended someone or are wanted by other gathering areas will gather here.

It is equivalent to being exiled here in the desert, and fighting for his life every day.

The arrival of Rin and the others did not cause any commotion.

At this time, it was the sandstorm period in the polar desert, so not many people were there at all. The rest of them were also packing their things and wandering in the desert away from the polar regions for the time being. They didn’t want to come back until the month-long sandstorm period passed.

As soon as Rin arrived, before he had time to take a good rest, something big happened that night.

Chapter [-] I have a younger sister who is naturally beautiful and capable!

The gathering area was full of singing and dancing.

The long Asan flute tune matched the slow drumbeat and slow dance steps, and several chiefs and locals danced the Momo dance happily.

This is a traditional program in exile in the desert, similar to the hula dance danced by the natives of the Hawaiian Islands in Oceania on the original earth. It is used as a festival and welcome dance, but the movements are slower.

Rin sat with black lines all over his head, with a mask on his face, and others couldn't see his expression at all.

He had to admit that at this moment, he really wanted to pick up a bowl as big as Youyuzi Oupai, and put it on their heads, and it exploded instantly.

What is Mmp doing this jump?

One and two are muscular and grotesque. Can you imagine this group of big men wearing only robes that are common in deserts, cotton and linen turbans on their heads, dancing with their waists twisted and thighs exposed?

The point is, the dancing posture is still so graceful and so enchanting.

Hiss... If this girl dances, how sexy and cute, this group of damn brothers and gays!

Rin clutched the boxed remote-control bomb tightly, frowning, still thinking about when to throw it in the center of the field, and blast all these strange creatures into the sky.

Emmm, I can't die anyway, so let's blow it up, I will reimburse the medical expenses!

Thinking of this, Rin took out the instruction manual, and just turned a page, the clothes behind her were suddenly grabbed by someone, her eyes blurred, and the surrounding scenes moved forward rapidly.

The whole person seemed to be dragged into the largest room in the center, bypassing other people's tents and adobe rooms, before stopping.

Rin sat on the sofa with a dazed face, looking at the familiar luxurious large-screen home theater in front of him, almost thought he had traveled through time and space.

"Mama~"

Little Jack let go of his claws holding on to Rin's clothes, and quickly crawled into his arms, rubbing against him non-stop.

It wasn't until this moment that Rin suddenly realized and touched her head.

"Tsk, let me just say, if it was someone else, how could I not feel a breath at all."

I just don't know, who did such a well-behaved and cute little Jack learn such a trick of mopping the floor and sprinting? He was dragged a hundred meters away before he felt anything.

Rin reached out and took off the mask, looked around, and asked a little strangely: "Why are you alone, Pallas? Didn't you say that you want to watch horror movies with you?"

"Aunt Pallas, I went to take a shower just now."

Little Jack wrapped his arms around Rin's neck and answered in a low voice, but Rin pinched his nose just as he finished speaking.

"Idiot, I've said it many times, I want to call you uncle."

"It was my aunt..."

Little Jack smiled and let Rin pinch her nose, squinting his eyes without arguing.

Rin didn't have any other thoughts about this, after all...in Jack's eyes, his gender...tsk.

……

Rin was playing with Little Jack in the outer room, while Pallas hid in the bathroom, released a small water bed, and lay on it to study.

She has so many treasures. Although she has obsessive-compulsive disorder and puts them in categories, there are so many second-, third-, and N-level items in one hit. Even if you use the search database you made, it is not common to find one. Selling merchandise is not easy either.

For example, her idle milk bought goods from Aphrodite, and bought piles and piles of love potions that even gods can handle, Eros talismans, water of true love, angels are also crazy, and Buddha's mortal heart , beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, fly, etc.

Tsk, remember what that bitch said back then?

No matter if it's a man or a woman, as long as the props are used well, there is no lover who can't catch up, or god who can't be fucked.

Of course, for the sales queen, the advertising words are completely unreliable, they are just a means to deceive customers, the effect must be there, but it is definitely not as strong as her bragging.

If Shirley was here, he would give Pallas a thumbs up with empathy.

There is nothing wrong with this analysis, most of them are "only the real thing prevails" three-no products, the best things can only be bought by Athena.

Well, so what is the difference between the real thing and the advertisement?

For example, let’s say you bought a dudululududu fly, and after using it on the god girl according to the instructions, she will of course burst into spring power, but the time... tsk, even the lowest-level gods can get rid of it within 10 minutes. recover within.

If the buyer had just gone up at that time... How embarrassing for Dotmeow.

Moreover, the so-called continuous daily use will make a girl fall in love with you... It's also nonsense, because... anyone can have... drug resistance.

If this example is not vivid enough, then we also have, for example, cases that happened around us.

The bad loli of the Cupid family who smokes and may drink and dye her hair, the arrow of Cupid in her hand is also Aphrodite's signature prop, but the duration depends on the individual physique of men and women, as well as the attraction of other opposite sexes. The lasting effect is not long.

Or how to say that twisted melons are not sweet?Most of these paired marriages don't end well, either the man dies or the woman dies, or the man and woman have moved on, or they are crushed under Huashan Mountain, or separated by the Milky Way or something.