Crematorium-style love with the male protagonist of the starting point

It's a pity that when Ruan Hang arrived here, he went straight to a small vendor without even looking at him.

look at me!look at me!

Wang Mang yelled at him twice, but it didn't attract his attention.

Wang Mang spread out like a dead fish.

After Ruan Hang bought what he needed from a small vendor, he turned his attention to other places.

He looked around, bought some medicine and refining materials, and then went to the place where the mercenary group sold monsters.

Ruan Hang counted the crystal coins in the space ring, planning to buy a few monsters to go back to eat, and buy a few pieces of skin to go back and make a suit of clothes.

He managed to scan, and suddenly saw a big black dog placed alone on the side.

The dog looked at him pitifully, its clear green eyes were as beautiful as jewels.

"How many crystal coins is this dog?" Ruan Hang called the members of the mercenary regiment to ask the price.

"300 lower-tier crystal coins."

Ruan Hang still has a lot of crystal coins on him. After buying the black dog, he bought a few mid-level horned beasts of the yellow rank.

After paying the money, he waved his hand and put all the monsters he bought into the space ring, ending his trip this time.

Wang Mang woke up slowly. He wanted to move his stiff body, but he felt a resistance as soon as he raised his head, and found that his body was covered with bandages.

There was another person lying beside him, covered with a quilt casually, revealing his bare solid arms and a honey-colored chest that rose and fell steadily with his breathing.

Half of the two bulging pectoral muscles were covered under the quilt, making the gully in the middle appear to be getting deeper and deeper, making him feel like he was looking at a woman's rut.

Wang Mang felt a little dizzy.

Although I feel that I shouldn't be particularly interested in this kind of tough, tall and strong man, but looking at it up close, it's unexpectedly...strange.

It's over, it's completely bent...

But having said that, this Ruan Hang seems to be 14 years old this year, right?

Wang Mang looked at the face of Ruan Hang who was sleeping soundly. He was very young, but he already had the shadow of a man. His mouth was slightly open, and the lips that were already slightly raised seemed even more raised, as if he was asking for a kiss.

Who is 14 years old and 1.8 meters tall and looks like this? !Have you taken steroids yet? !

Wang Mang thought about when he was a child, although he was a 1.8-meter-eight man, his height did not grow until he was in high school.Before that, I would always sit in the front three rows of the class, watching others grow taller one by one, while I remained motionless, and the complexity in my heart was indescribable.

When he was 14 years old, he didn't even reach 1.7 meters. Even if he grew up, because he grew too fast and couldn't keep up with nutrition, his legs cramped every day, and he was as thin as a bamboo pole.

People are more popular than dead people.

Wang Mang slapped Ruan Hang's chest with his paw, which seemed to vent his anger.Ruan Hang didn't wake up, but frowned, and then slowly stretched out.

Wang Mang took a few more shots.

The person in front of him held his paws with his hands, and his eyes opened slits. His pupils were not black or brown, but dark red like coagulated blood, which produced a red streak under the reflection of light. The light spot looks extremely dangerous.

"What's wrong?" Ruan Hang changed to a side-lying position, his voice was slightly nasal, which sounded very comfortable.

"Oh." I'm hungry!

Ruan Hang rubbed his ears curiously, in exchange for Wang Mang avoiding him uncomfortably, "Is that what you call the dog?"

"...Aww!" You are a dog!

Ruan Hang sat up from the bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and began to put on a suit of clothes on his body.The quilt slipped off his body, and one could see that his upper body was bare, and his lower body was wearing a pair of thin trousers. With the movement of dressing, the muscles on his back also bulged and bulged. Wang Mang wanted to go up and touch it.

"I'll call you Dahei from now on." Ruan Hang decided on Wang Mang's new name casually, "You will follow me from now on, even if you don't have the talent for spiritual veins, I will support you."

You feed me instead!

Wang Mang lay on the bed and whimpered.

Ruan Hang easily picked up Hei Lang, who was much taller than him, from the bed, and walked out to the yard.The monsters bought back were all tightly locked up in special breeding cages, one by one bouncing around without feeling the danger approaching.

"Dahei, which one do you like to eat?" Ruan Hang hugged Wang Mang and approached the cage so that he could see clearly.

"Aww!" Wang Mang's paw slapped the chicken-like spiky beast.

Ruan Hang stretched out his long arm to open the cage and grabbed one out, then kicked the door shut with his foot.

"Let's eat." Ruan Hang handed the spiky beast to Wang Mang's mouth. The spiky beast flapped its wings and cooed, and Ruan Hang snapped its wings twice.

No, have you misunderstood something, I don't want to eat raw!

Wang Mang turned his head to dodge the desperate-eyed beast that was getting closer and closer to him, feeling that he was also desperate.

Seeing his refusal, Ruan Hang tilted his head in doubt, "Don't you want to eat it?"

"Aww..." Wang Mang called out weakly.

The racial gap is too big.

Ruan Hang threw the beetle back into the cage, touched the smooth hair on Wang Mang's head, "If you don't want to eat it, forget it, if you want to eat it, call me, okay?" His tone seemed to be coaxing a child.

Could this guy be a dog pie?

Wang Mang felt that Ruan Hang had never stopped stroking his hand, and he affirmed this idea in his heart.

While Ruan Hang was eating, Wang Mang jumped on the stool and sniffed the cooked meat, yelled at Ruan Hang a few times to please him, and even rubbed his face.

So he got his wish and ate cooked food.

Wang Mang picked his teeth with his tongue while basking in the sun. Ruan Ji, Ruan Hang's father, came.This middle-aged man is tall and tall, with shoulder-length long hair hanging fiercely, and a tough and handsome face, which is half or seven like Ruan Hang.He looked a little worried, completely oblivious to the existence of Wang Mang, a giant, and was about to rush into Ruan Hang's room.

Wang Mang went over and grabbed his trouser leg, not letting him approach.

Your son is refining Qi, you should knock on the door anyway!

It was only then that Ruan Ji noticed him—a big black dog with no spiritual talent, not even Huang Jie, and thought he should be Ruan Hang's pet.

"Good dog, I don't have time to play with you. I have something to do with your master." Ruan Ji squatted down and touched Wang Mang's head, "I'm covered in bandages, are you injured? Poor boy."

Wang Mang let go of his mouth in shock, not expecting that Ruan Hang's father is also a dog.

With a creak, the door opened from the inside, and Ruan Hang stood at the door, holding the bone knife wrapped in cloth, "Father, what's the matter?"

Ruan Ji suddenly lost the thought of petting the dog, and looked at him solemnly, "Are you really going to this competition? Although Dad knows that you have already cultivated to the late stage of the third level of the body, Ruan Jie has already entered the body." It's five floors."

"Father." Ruan Hang looked at Ruan Ji helplessly, "Don't worry, I know it well."

"You don't have to match yourself for Ruan Yu!"

"Father! I'm not only doing it for Xiaoyu, I'm also doing it to avenge myself."

Ruan Ji was stunned, he thought of his son's body that was often covered with scars when he came home, and the fall off the cliff not long ago, which almost gave him a death sentence, and he didn't know how Xiaohang survived.

All of this has something to do with Ruan Jie and his father's inability to escape, and as the head of the clan, he has less power than the elders.Ruan Jie's talent is higher than Xiaohang's, and those guys let this matter go so far for this reason, it's ridiculous that he has no room to resist.

If his son really died, he planned to do everything to kill the culprit—fortunately, Xiaohang came back.

"Father..." Ruan Hang went to hug him, "Don't worry, I won't be bullied again."

Ruan Ji hugged him back with trembling hands, a strong man looked extremely fragile now.

His wife passed away, and his son was his only support.