interstellar perfect fit

Deafening cheers erupted from the entire fighting arena, and were transmitted to Lu Rong's ears through the holographic screen at the same time, making his mood hard to describe.

The brains of the sentry on the fighting arena burst all over the floor, mixed with blood and splashed on the floor, making Lu Rong almost vomit it out. Even through the holographic projection, Lu Rong seemed to be able to smell the stench.

His face was pale, and before Sifal came on the stage, he reached out and grabbed Sifal's hand in a mysterious way.

Sifal had already put on the gloves, but he still paused, turned around and looked at the young man in front of him who was always unwilling to talk to him, smiled lightly, took off a glove, and touched him with his delicate and cool fingers. The corners of her lips slid over, as if whispering softly, she said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, little sister-in-law, I will buy you a gift when I win the money."

He put on his gloves again and asked his manager to bring Lu Rong a cup of hot milk, and then he went to the fighting arena in style.

Lu Rong remembered that when the manager handed him the milk, he said ambiguously: "The Dragon King never brings anyone here, you are the first one, but he really knows how to play when he calls you sister-in-law, yes?" no?"

Lu Rong glanced at him coldly, but didn't speak to him.

"However, who doesn't like a man like the Dragon King? How many people want to spend a spring night with him, whether it's a guide or a sentinel." With a cup of hot milk, the boy stared at the big holographic screen without blinking, and said, "He is the only one who is so gentle to you."

It was the first time for Lu Rong to see Sifal in the arena. The fighter opposite him was a strong man with a height of [-] meters, and the Quantum Beast was a [-]-meter-high orangutan. The previous fighter had his head exploded.

The orangutan seemed to be very confident in himself, grinning and smashing his huge fist at Sifal one after another, but they all rubbed against Sifal's ear or head in a miserable and thrilling manner. In the past, completely empty.

Sifal let him do a few moves, and then he punched the man without warning, hitting the man's chin with incomparable precision, and then, it was a unilateral suppression. Sifal's combo was extremely beautiful, like It is the most perfect textbook in combat teaching, the cheers are getting louder and louder, almost overturning the ceiling, and Lu Rong also unconsciously felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling in this environment.

There was only Sifal in his line of sight. He looked at this man who hardly dared to look directly at him, and stared at him unblinkingly as if possessed—staring at his sweaty face. Tighten your back, look at his straight and slender legs, look at his dexterous and fierce posture full of violent aesthetics, and finally land on the bulging thing in the crotch.

After playing three games in a row, Sifal got off the field amidst the almost crazy shouts of "Dragon King Dragon King" from the audience. When the mental state of the sentinel is extremely active, it will be difficult to avoid this situation.

Lu Rong couldn't look back in time, and was captured by Sifal.

Sifal was covered in sweat. He played at a very high level, and his opponents were not weak, and they were all life-and-death battles. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was walking on the tip of a knife.

Sifal walked towards Lu Rong who was sitting on the chair. He smelled of sweat, bent down to get close to Lu Rong, and looked closely at his bloodshot black eyes.

Sifal suddenly smiled, charming and dangerous like a poppy, he took Lu Rong's hand and moved it up his stiff thigh.

Lu Rong's head has exploded, he seems to know what Sifal wants him to do, but he doesn't seem to know, and he clearly realizes that if Sifal really wants to do that kind of thing at this time, he won't do it at all. Refusal—he had to admit that for a moment he wanted to submit to this powerful man, and even wanted to take him as his own.

However, what was expected did not happen as expected.

Sifer took his hand, along the groin depression, slid across the tight abdomen, and came to the bare chest, and then pressed the back of his hand, making the palm stay at the position of his heart.

Lu Rong was a little surprised, but he was faintly relieved.

He felt a violent and powerful heartbeat under the palm of his hand, and for some reason suddenly became dazed.

He wanted to cry a little, but he didn't know where this impulse came from.

Sifal kept pressing his hand on his heart, and after an unknown period of time, the heartbeats of the two tended to be consistent, and the violent beating became calm and strong.

Sifal escaped from the state of excitement, but did not let go of Lu Rong's hand.

He knelt down, branded a kiss on the back of Lu Rong's hand, and said in a bewitching and playful voice, "Little sister-in-law, you want to sleep with me."

………………

Lu Rong punched down with his fist, causing the opponent's nose to bleed when he hit the opponent with the hidden mystery in the glove. He jumped up, his legs strangled the opponent's neck, and pressed him down mercilessly.

The opponent wanted to counterattack, but Lu Rong pressed his neck tightly and almost died.

It wasn't until the opponent conceded defeat that Lu Rong finally let go of his grip.

Some people roared in disappointment, because they wanted to see a strong man twist the head off of another strong man, but Lu Rong was not of this style, as long as the other party admitted defeat, he would let him die.

But soon, the dissatisfaction was suppressed.

The surrounding cheers were already deafening, and Lu Rong could barely hear the referee's shouts of excitement.

In just seven days, he won a hundred fights.

He was covered in wounds all over his body, even his face was covered with bloodstains from the fist wind. After this leapfrog challenge, even if he moved, he felt that his bones were about to fall apart. However, Lu Rong's heart was quite calm, as if Suddenly, he could understand Sifal's mood at that time.In this fighting arena, there are only life and death, strength and weakness, and he will not think about any other superfluous things.

He wanted to be here, to meet Sifal.

It took Lu Rong a long time to finally come back from his deaf state, and he finally heard the audience around him crazily calling him "God R".

It took him seven days to go from the lowest level to the A level, which is the highest level except for the S level. If he wants to be recognized by the fighting arena and successfully signed, he must reach the A level.

Lu Rong turned around and left amidst screams and cheers. His whole body was in pain, but the seven-day hell mode made him feel like he had been reborn. Compared with this kind of close-to-hand combat, regardless of life or death, the training at the Cloud Club can only be regarded as fur out.

While undoing the blood-stained gloves, he wiped the sweat off his upper body with a wet towel. His skin was very fair, and he could clearly see the black and purple bruises on his back and chest, and even sharp knives were scratched out. wounds that have scabbed over.

"God R is really extraordinary. This kind of result is second to none even in S-level competitions." The manager in a tuxedo smiled so hard that he could hardly see his eyes. It was the first time he saw this thin body seven days ago. When he was a teenager, he was not optimistic about him, but so what, the facts proved that this fighter named "R" is extremely strong and is an excellent seedling.

In fact, even if he loses this round, the fighting arena will definitely sign him, because he is a guide.

Once this gimmick is released, the income of the fighting arena in a short period of time will be an inestimable amount.

Lu Rong ignored him. At this moment, his heart was still beating fast. After wiping off the dirt on his body, he opened the cabinet and put on his clothes.

The agent was used to his indifference and reticence, so he went straight to the point and said: "Our boss has decided to sign with you with the highest terms, and then he will equip you with a professional agent and provide you with special training. It will definitely satisfy God R."

Just as Lu Rong wanted to raise her head and say "OK", she heard a familiar but indifferent voice——

"He won't sign."

Lu Rong stood up abruptly, looked past the obtrusive manager and looked at the tall man wearing a mask at the door.

His heart, which had finally slowed down a bit, was pounding again, and the speed seemed to be even faster than before. It is not that he did not come here without the idea of ​​trying his luck. He wanted to see if he could see Sifal. Another day of disappointment, but still comforting myself that one day we will meet again.

Unexpectedly, Sifal would appear here.

Sifal came over, the manager naturally knew him, they met each other immediately, walked up with a smile and said: "Why is the Dragon King coming here when you have time, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Dragon King is what the people here call Sifal, because Sifal released his Quantum Beast in a game, it is a mighty and ferocious dragon, although it is only once, it is enough to make people amazed by one person and one dragon. He was given the title of "Dragon King".

Lu Rong breathed a little nervously, wanted to call him but realized that this was an underground fighting arena, Sifal didn't want anyone to know his identity, so he didn't say a word.

"My little thing is not good, and he ran here behind my back to make trouble." Sifal curled up his lips, walked up to Lu Rong, raised his hand to pinch his sharp chin, and forced him to lift his face Looking at himself - at this time, Lu Rong has not fully grown, and only reaches Sifar's shoulder.

Sifal's red lips parted slightly, and he said: "I thought you were a fluffy kitten, but I didn't expect you to be a little tiger cub who can shine its claws, baby, if you have nowhere to vent your excess energy, why don't we do it?" Some other exercise to release."

The meaning contained in this sentence can be confused. The manager opened his mouth wide in surprise. He always thought that the Dragon King who was king in the fighting arena in front of him was an ascetic who was not close to masculinity. He didn't expect to be able to say Such ambiguous words that make people think about it.

Lu Rong heard the insinuation, but also knew that Sifal would always take advantage of his mouth, but in fact he was very self-sufficient and would not do anything.

But his cheeks were still slightly red, and he couldn't help but think of the time when Sifal said, "Little sister-in-law, you want to sleep with me".

Sifal seemed a little angry, because he pinched his chin with a lot of strength, and Lu Rong suspected that his chin had already turned blue.

Yet he didn't break free, or even struggle.

Lu Rong looked directly at his eyes that could not see the outline clearly but could only see the dark pupils, and said, "You can come, why can't I?"

Sifer has no doubt that Lu Rong has recognized him at this time, and he even suspects that Lu Rong is here for him, because Lu Rong knows him far better than anyone else, even far better than Sifar imagination.