Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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How could it be all right, he's so hot!

Lu Yan turned up, his blood-red brown eyes looked at the wolves who looked at each other, perhaps realized that the man was terrible, so the wolves did not dare to rush up.

Lu Yan rolled up the sleeves of the blood-stained black shirt, and wiped the blood on Jun's face with his hand. He stared at the wolves, the cold and bloodthirsty light in the brown eyes.

Slowly holding out his slender index finger, he ticked scornfully at the wolves.

Alas.

Several wolves were successfully provoked.

A few wolves per person, the nervous atmosphere of the pair made the heart beat faster.

"Lu Yan." An An stretched out Bai Nen's fingers and pulled his shirt. He had a high fever and was uncomfortable. It was very dangerous to face these wolves alone.

Lu Yan held out her rough hand and grasped her soft little hand, "Give me here, don't let me be distracted, huh?"

An An nodded strongly, "Well!"

At this time, several wolves rushed up together, and Lu Yan got up and quickly faced up.

The wolf's speed was fast, and Lu Yan's speed was faster. He immediately cut off two wolves with a knife and a hand. At this moment, a wolf rushed up and the sharp fangs bit into his abdomen.

"Lu Yan!"

"Iwa Lord!"

An An and Tang Moer screamed at the same time.

The wolf's fangs had pierced Lu Yan's abdomen, and Lu Yan grabbed a fang with a large palm, and then pressed hard.

Alas, a scream of the wolf, Lu Yan pulled the fangs out of the wolf's mouth.

He raised the knife in his hand, and inserted the sharp knife into the wolf's head.

blood.

Blood on the ground.

There was a wolf left at the scene. The wolf looked at Lu Yan, and Lu Yan's binocular scarlet stared at it.

The blood of a man, the bloodthirsty look of brutality covered his breath.

The wolf turned and ran away.

He killed three wolves and another wolf was scared away.

He's worse than the wolf.

The wolf was gone, the crisis was lifted, and a thump, Lu Yan knelt on the ground with one knee.

The bangs on the forehead have been soaked, and small drops of water have dripped down the tip of the hair. One big palm rests on his thigh, and the other big palm holds a knife on the ground. He is healthy. Shuo's chest gasped for a moment.

Tang Mo'er was already on the spot. This was the first time she saw Lu Yan and his hands were really hot and accurate.

She looked at Lu Yan breathing on one knee, and suddenly felt that Lu Yan was a little strange at the moment.

Under his evil and unruly appearance, he has hidden such a skill.

"Lu Yan!" An An screamed and ran forward quickly. She squatted beside Lu Yan. Lu Yan's black shirt and black trousers were torn apart. There were several scratches and Bite marks.

Bai Nun's little hand poked out, and suddenly stopped. She didn't dare to touch him, for fear of touching his wound would make him hurt.

"Lu Yan, you're injured." Finally, An An reached out his two small hands and held the man's handsome cheek. She put her small face up and pinched the scum on his face with Xiu Qiong's little nose.

Lu Yan narrowed his eyebrows, the raised throat of the man rolled up and down, his clothes were soaked, and his physical strength was seriously overdrawn.

He stretched out his palm and covered his abdomen, so a lot of blood flowed from his fingertips.

Because he was squatting, he could not see the injury in his abdomen.

But his worst injury was in the abdomen.

"It's all right ..." He spit out two husky words from his dry thin lips.

An An looked down at the slender feathers of the butterfly cicada wings, and looked at the wound on his abdomen. When the white eyes were hot, the two lines of crystal tears fell down.

"Yan Ye, let me see your abdominal injury?" Tang Moer stepped forward at this moment, and she stretched out her little hand to open Lu Yan's shirt.

There was a lot of blood there, and a wolf's fangs stuck in his belly.

The cavities were deeply inserted into his muscles, making the scalp tingling.

The tusks were broken from his wolf's mouth.

"Yan Yan, I'm going to pull you this tooth decay now, but there is no anesthetic here, you have to bear a little pain." Tang Moer cut off immediately.

Lu Yan's entire face began to turn white, and those blood-red brown eyes were scattered with great pain.

"You pull it," he said hoarsely.

Tang Mo'er took a deep breath, then held her fangs, and she began to pull out ...

An An firmly held the man's sweaty handsome face, and gently kissed his dry thin lips.

The man was breathing very hard, and that heavy breath was sprayed on her delicate skin. His thin lips had peeled, and it hurt after kissing, and the touch was not good, but An An's heart was pulsating ripple.

She kissed his thin lips, trying to help him with a little pain.

Now she couldn't do anything, she could only kiss him.

Lu Yan lost the knife in his hand, and the rough palm came to Anan's back and held it, and he held her sweet little mouth deeply.

She didn't have to do anything, she just needed to kiss him like that.

Lu Yan allowed her delicate lips, and her powerful tongue went into her little mouth. An An responded to him with a green and proactive attitude, catching the tip of his tongue.

He felt himself surrounded by a tenderness and sweetness, which felt so wonderful that his soul was almost hooked by her.

At this time, a "swish" sound, the tooth was pulled out, Tang Moer quickly held Lu Yan's bleeding wound.

The huge pain made Lu Yan moan lowly, and the other leg also knelt down, and he knelt down on the ground.

An An quickly hugged his neck, the tears in her eyes slipped into the mouths of the two, and she stuck the tip of her little tongue into his mouth.

Lu Yan closed her eyes, her big palm was still clasping her hair, her hair became messy in his palm, he kissed her twice with effort.

He felt her uneasiness, he was responding to her, An An, don't be afraid.

The next second, Lu Yan fell into An An's arms.

He fell down.

An An's ice-cold eyes frowned, shocked, frightened, sudden pain, and anxiety flooded her pupils. For so many years, she had never seen him fall.

It turned out that he sometimes fell down.

An An's two white tender hands clenched his head and held him in his arms. "Lu Yan, you ... don't die! A Yan ..."

She cried for a moment.

Is he dead?

Is he dead?

She was so scared, she was really scared.

She is the only one in this world. As long as he is, he has been integrated into her blood and has become a part of her life.

When he was six years old, he knocked open the door of a trafficker and walked in with heavy black boots. He was so tall that he fell from the sky to the point where she needed to lift her head to look up.

That glance is a long life.