After the overlord hit the bow, Dazai

Embarrassed.

It seems that I underestimated Osamu Dazai, I didn't expect him to find this place.

Being caught and raped by an old lover who put pigeons on the bed is really...

Fortunately, only one Osamu Dazai has come so far, just don't know why the other one is not here.

"Why do I seem to hear the voice of that mackerel..." Zhong Yuanzhong also muttered in a daze.

"You heard it wrong." I calmly kissed his beautiful eyes, and Nakahara also let out a satisfied sigh, and buried him in my arms again.

"Heh," Osamu Dazai sneered, and started provocatively, "Slimy little slug, actually started digging my walls too? Xiaoshang wouldn't like you, a dark short-legged dwarf like you!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused, and suddenly woke up and jumped up, furiously said: "It really is the voice of that bastard mackerel!"

After speaking, he turned around unsteadily, and punched hard in the direction of Osamu Dazai.

"Tsk," Osamu Dazai smacked his lips, dodged the other party's attack, and continued to taunt, "The little dwarf can't even stand still, but he still wants to hit me? Slightly can't hit me~~"

"asshole!"

"The dark dwarf!"

"Slippery mackerel!"

"Being a mistress has no future, Zhong Ye!"

"It's better than you, an old and decrepit person!"

"Dazai, why are you here?" I couldn't bear to watch the scene where Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara scolded and fought like three-year-old children.

"Xiao Shang should explain," Osamu Dazai nimbly jumped up and dodged Nakahara Chuya's legs. When he looked at me, he was full of black air, and his tone was unclear, "Xiao Shang clearly said that he would accompany us at night... It turned out that the slug came here? Shouldn't it be explained?"

"I meant to go back at night, but I didn't say what time it is." I put the pigeons in a very straightforward manner, "I will go back to you when Zhongye and I have something happy last night."

Osamu Dazai didn't seem to expect that I would be so shameless, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he didn't react for a while, when he was caught up, Nakahara Nakaya kicked him onto the bed, he covered his stomach with one hand and wailed a few times, then he simply reached out and hugged me Pressed up directly.

"What are you doing?!" I didn't react for a while, and was pressed down by his whole body, "Get up, I'm dead again!"

"I don't want it!" He said angrily, then adjusted his posture, putting all his weight on me, resting his head on my shoulder, biting my cheek as if venting, "I want to do it too!" Happy thing!"

"I see that you were very happy when you were fighting with Chuya just now."

Osamu Dazai showed a disgusted expression, "My lord, the dwarf, it hurts... Xiaoshang, you don't even try to comfort me."

Zhong Yuanzhong behind him also showed a ferocious smile: "I will let you go to hell painlessly!"

After speaking, he rushed forward and grabbed Osamu Dazai by the collar and shook it vigorously.

"Oh..." Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes in shock.

I felt like throwing up when I was suddenly pressed by two big men.

If the tiger doesn't show his power, do you two think I'm hellokitty? !

I kicked away Osamu Dazai, who had already been beaten to death, and tore away Chuya Nakahara, who was still trying to kill him. Nakahara Chuya, who was in a drunken madness, had amazing strength. Even if he was as strong as an ordinary person, I couldn't hold him down. .

In the end, I couldn't hold Chuya Chuya down, and I became angry.

Still want to fight, right?

OK, keep playing.

"Chuya Nakahara! Go fight Dazai Osamu on the bed!!!"

【Long Live My Emperor】is activated.

Words take effect.

Nakahara Nakaya let go of Dazai Osamu's collar, dropped his hands, and stood there blankly, like a doll that has not been wound up.

Osamu Dazai managed to catch his breath, breathing heavily, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Nakahara standing there like a wooden man, and immediately felt bad.

"Wait--"

Nakahara Nakaya's cobalt blue eyes seemed to be dyed with a thin layer of gold for a moment, and then he moved, with an irresistible force and speed, directly led Dazai Osamu and threw him to the center of the bed.

"Ahhh!" Osamu Dazai struggled desperately, dancing like a dying mackerel, "Xiao Shang, save me!"

"Stab!"

This is the sound of Osamu Dazai's clothes being torn.

Osamu Dazai clutched his chest tightly, terrified: "Xiao Shang!!!"

I stood in a place where I would not be harmed early in the morning, and I was extremely calm: "Don't worry, it's just a fight on the bed, I can't die!"

"My innocence!!!" Osamu Dazai cried out in grief.

Nakahara also showed a ferocious smile, while tearing his clothes, he punched him unceremoniously. Osamu Dazai wanted to struggle at first, but he was soon brutally suppressed by the number one physical master in Hong Kong and black. He could only lie there dying and let the other party do whatever he wanted, and finally he just closed his eyes and passed out.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped his hand, and fell straight down on Osamu Dazai.

Get it done.

I took out my mobile phone with great interest, and took a full-scale shot of the two people who had passed out on the bed, and then packaged the pictures and sent them to my future mobile phone.

I don't believe that in the future, I won't kick this dog man!

Although I didn't get the delicate flower of the Port Mafia, it's okay to get Osamu Dazai out of the game...as long as the goal can be achieved, I don't care about the process.

So there are so many good-looking beauties in the world, why must they hang themselves on this old man.

I thought so, and then leisurely left Chuya Nakahara's residence.

My steps stopped.

Zhongye's residence in Zhongyuan is a high-end villa with no one around, which is very suitable for him, a high-level gangster cadre, to live in. This also means that there are absolutely no other idle vehicles around at night.

But there is a low-key luxury red sports car parked in front of his house.

Faintly heard an unknown piano piece playing in the car, the warm and calm piece flowed quietly in the night like a river.

The leader, leaning on the car with his arms folded, stared into the distance indifferently, his iris-colored eyes seemed to gather the reflection of the world, his long red scarf fluttered with the evening wind, his black coat was raised, and he froze. ring.In his arms was a bouquet of carefully wrapped red roses. The bright red petals that seemed to burn burned my sight in an instant.

After hearing the sound of me coming out, he turned his head and looked at me. Under the moonlight, a faint smile appeared on his handsome face, like melting ice and snow, which made people's heart tremble.

"Xiao Shang," the leader tilted his head, his eyes were gentle, and he reached out and handed me the bouquet of roses, "Would you like to accompany me to the beach for a drive?"

Moonlight, luxury cars, roses, beauties.

... How can one have the heart to refuse such an invitation?