The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

Jun Tianyao was bearing the heavy pressure on his shoulders, biting his lips tightly with his small white teeth, moving his feet step by step, the delicate skin was scraped by the crossed branches from time to time, a trace of thorns The pain made him feel a little irritable: "You are really useless, Bai has a good appearance, looks so imposing, it's actually a bag of straw on an embroidered pillow, and in the end, I want you to run with me, my lord. Useless, trash..."

Cursing like this, because he would take a burdensome Jun Tianyao with him, he felt a little better, but the whispering in his ear made his heart feel strangely dazed: "No, I I'm not... trash, father, I'm not..."

The indistinct murmur at the beginning became clear after repeated repetitions, Jun Tianyao raised his head in astonishment, the face on his shoulder was soaked in a bit miserable by the wet water droplets.

The small hand stretched out hesitantly, wiped it, and didn't care about the high temperature on Jimo Qi's face, but with some curiosity and bewilderment, the water droplets stained the fingertips.

She put her finger under her own lips, the tip of her small tongue poked out gently, and licked her bright red tongue: "Salty..."

It turned out that it was really tears.

Second Young Master Jun, who has always adhered to the principle of bleeding but not tears, looked at the young man whose shoulders looked tough, but seemed fragile and seemed vulnerable, and let out a smile: "Crying bag!"

But he never said such words as idiots and trash again. The young man who would cry and beg his father in a coma aroused Jun Tianyao's seldom, pitiful sympathy.

"I think back then, my dad, you don't know what dad means, right? It's what dad meant. That old guy, in order to let his heir be able to take charge of himself, he was so ruthless. Just keep the stick in his hand since he was a child. Send me to African training camp, the mortality rate was as high as 90.00%13, and then I was asked to be a mercenary. Do you know how old I was at that time? I was only [-] years old. You are much luckier than me, and you still have time to stand by the river to hurt your spring Sad autumn, and rich clothes and jade food..."

"I think back then, when we were training, we didn't give a full meal for thirteen days for the sake of our hunger resistance. One hundred people only ate half of the food each time. Do you know how to solve it? Killing companions, constantly to kill..."

For the latter words, Jun Tianyao actually lacked the courage to say it: "After coming out, even shit smells good..."

Jun Tianyao looked at a forest clearing in front of him, threw Jimo Qi on the ground casually, looked around for dry firewood, picked up two stones, and started the most difficult method of drilling wood to make fire. Looking at the people around him, the immature voice rang out.

The dots of fire light dotted Jun Tianyao's face with some strange colors, and there seemed to be stains of blood and tears on the fair and lovely face.

"Well……"

With a painful moan, Jun Tianyao lowered his head, looked at the cold sweat on Jimo Qi's forehead, his flushed cheeks, and his wet black brocade robe, and smiled slightly, "Hey, I don't want I have suffered so much, but looking at a fool like you, it is really difficult to find another one. Besides, my young master is very lazy. Since I found one, I am not too lazy to find another one. ..."

The small hands lingered on Jimo Qi's deep facial features, and the burning red cheeks were lined with small and cute fingers like white jade, as if there was a little more warmth.

Jun Tianyao's voice was immature and clear, but it concealed a deep, seemingly bottomless malice: "Brother Qi, don't let me down, don't make me work for nothing, otherwise, I don't even know, how can I tell you?" This method of death suits you..."

As soon as Jun Tianyao finished speaking, Jimo Qi's slender body shuddered, as if it was trembling because of Jun Tianyao's threat.

With a cold snort, Jun Tianyao took the branch and poked the fire casually, the flame, with a bang, burned even more vigorously, and his hand had already reached Jimo Qi's skirt.

In Jun Tianyao's eyes, the exquisite and luxurious button was as annoying as he wanted, and his nimble fingers couldn't untie it for a long time.

"Damn it, what are you doing with such a difficult button and tie? I won't force you..."

Muttering, Jun Tianyao didn't have much patience in the first place, after finding the most vulnerable part of the skirt, he grabbed his hands and said, "Tear!" With a piercing sound, all the scenery on Mo Qi's chest was exposed under the moonlight .

Probably because of the sudden stimulation of the cool wind, the two pink cherry blossoms on Jimo Qi's chest trembled involuntarily.

The thin chest of the young man who has not yet fully developed, the perfect touch of silky silk, the sexy collarbone, the trembling pink cherry blossoms, and the skin that was dyed pink due to the fever, the light in Jun Tianyao's eyes flickered After a moment, it hovered between black and dark colors.

The little hand couldn't help it, and stroked the cherry blossoms again. This time, Jun Tianyao was not willing to let go. He is still young now, and he can only enjoy his hand addiction. Thinking about it this way, Jun Tianyao's two sticks Put your fingers together, pinch, and gently pull.

Well, the elasticity is good...