non-deacon

Dense spider webs, slender silk threads, and square traps, the spiders are casually and elegantly arranging their own traps, waiting for their prey to throw themselves into the net.

ha!The praying mantis missing a claw is laughing, even laughing, even though it is missing a claw, it is still uncontrollably happy. The laughing spider's pretentious elegance, the laughing butterfly's ignorance, and the round eyeballs are bent into a circle. The strange arc, because it knows that without the threat of the oriole, even if it lacks a claw, it can smash the fancy-looking spider web into a hole at will.

Torrance lay prone in front of the huge European-style bed, her head lined with snow-white sheets, her soft golden hair spread out like dandelions, watching the unconscious person on the bed thinking aimlessly.

Now, the devil's eyes are black,

Torrance's eyes were navy blue,

Charles' eyes were blue,

And this man's eyes are black,

Ah, like the thickest ink, like the night sky without light.

Nah, I really want to dig it out.

He was already impatient, and he tore off the quilt covering the person on the bed, threw it away, and viciously attached his hand to the waist covered with white bandages, and pressed hard against the wound.

Fuck, I fell asleep so soundly, something bit me!

Boom!In an instant, all the metal objects in the room shook, and there was a crisp sound of metal collisions. The person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, and the emptiness in his eyes dissipated like snow fog, and then returned to the black dots, like thick as ink.

The boy beside the bed had already retreated to one side, looking at him vigilantly and bloodthirstyly with dark blue eyes, like a curious lone wolf staring at a piece of fresh meat, as if he was about to rush up to enjoy a bite if he didn't pay attention.

Ye Jiao: "..."

My child, secondary school is a disease that can be cured!He showed a pale and kind smile, showing his kindness to the wolf cub-like boy, well, I am a good person.

The problem is that the beautiful boy opposite him is not a good person either!

The second-year boy's eyes were like snakes, his big navy blue eyes narrowed slightly, and he licked his red lips with the flexible tip of his tongue, with the corners of his mouth turned up, releasing a...fuck, even more perverted smile than him.

Boy, do you still have treatment? !

Ye Jiao tried his best to maintain the expression on his face with a heart of peace when he came, and at this time, his emotion of being a gardener of the motherland burst out again, and he couldn't help but want to take a good look at the flower in front of him. Lovely little flower seedling from England, Emma, ​​why did he appear as a night lunatic ╮(‵▽′)╭ so excited!ヾ(**)

Ye Jiao, Ye Chengfeng, known as (the apprentice of the supernatural being in his hands) Ye Maniac, treats you very well in good times, and treats you like a pervert in bad times, so he is called a maniac, also known as a night maniac.

But at this time, this lunatic was facing a middle-aged YY, and the intertwined eyes of the two perverts looked so weird.

At this time, the second-year boy spoke, and said with an extremely arrogant, arrogant, noble, and second-year expression: "Human, tell me, what is your name and where do you come from? Do you know that this is my territory?"

So this has risen to the height of racial communication?

His fingertips brushed across his pale skin unconsciously, and his slender and hard nails scratched across the handsome face, drawing thin red marks, and the young man's mood improved unconsciously.

Ha, he's in my palm, and I have the devil.

At this time, the other pervert also smiled and said: "My surname is Ye, and my name is Chengfeng. I come from H City, Huaxia Country in the 21st century. I teach at ××× Middle School. I am a great teacher of the people, a teacher at Jiazhuo ×× Middle School Apartment ××Building ××Building ×××, no father, no mother, no children, no daughter, single, please hook up!" The expression was still so amiable.

And the other pervert at this time... is messy in the wind! (▼dish▼#)

So he saved a lunatic and came back, right?Withdrew his hand from his face, the curiosity, teasing and evil in his eyes disappeared, he grabbed the white sheet and wiped it, and said impatiently: "I'm Torrance, you want to call me master, Torrance The mansion does not support idlers, anyone who breaks into my territory is my prey, and if I want to live, I will be satisfied. Claude!"

"Master." The tall and handsome deacon in black appeared immediately, his arrogance in his eyes remained undiminished but he slowly bent down his waist and responded respectfully. The young man's eyes showed a look of satisfaction and admiration, and he said briskly: "Take He went down to arrange a position, no matter what, he must become a member of our Torrance mansion, I don't want to see him have any dissatisfaction with me, hey, you can do it!"

The young man rubbed his fair and tender cheek against the handsome face of the black-clothed deacon with attachment, a flash of disgust flashed in the deacon's eyes, and he still said "yes" meticulously.

Torrance walked briskly, whirling and humming an unknown song, and went out happily. The handsome black-clothed deacon cast his eyes on the human being on the bed, his golden eyes were full of indifference, and his voice was rigorous and cold. : "Master has an order, please obey my arrangement."

And the person who was lying on the bed at this time turned over, propped his head with one hand, and put his other hand on his injured waist. The posture should be as enchanting as it is, and he is facing him... laughing (smirking)...

Claude: "..." (Is this guy mentally ill?)

Night Maniac (Short oil, devil! So excited! (/≧▽≦)/~┴┴)

The above is the first confrontation between a demon and a lunatic, Claude: negative.

Crazy Night: Sprinkling Flowers (/≧▽≦)/～

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