Super God Gene

Hanson was shocked to see the blackflame phoenix that covered the sky and roamed through the sky at an astonishing rate, just vanishing into the sky before them in the blink of an eye.

It's just a heat wave dripping from the sky, like a tide pouring on them, even sweat hair is about to burn.

Fortunately, the big phoenix-like bird had little interest in them, and disappeared between the eyes, but looking at the direction it disappeared, it was the direction Hanson was headed.

“Let's go in a different direction, if we run into that phoenix again, it'll be a little bad.” Zhou Yumei said with some concern.

As the big bird flew by, Zhou Yumei clearly sensed the anxiety of the orange.

Hanson shook his head and said, "We have to go that way. ”

He was going to cross the Black Desert, naturally not in the right direction, and the big phoenix-like bird had no interest in him, probably just passing by.

The two men walked forward for another day and never saw the big bird again. Zhou Yumei gradually forgot about the big bird. At night, Hanson set up a tent and camped next to him, ready to rest for the night before leaving.

“Why did you set up only one tent? Where do I sleep?” Zhou Yumei stared into the big dark eyes and asked.

“You can sleep together, or you can sleep outside.” Hanson said he was already in the tent.

“You... are not a gentleman...” Zhou Yumei looked around in the dark desert, bit his teeth, or followed Hanson into the tent.

This is a simple tent where you can only sit and the space is small, plus the little silver and orange squeezed inside, and Zhou Yumei lying next to you seems to be able to feel the temperature on Hanson.

“I warn you, don't get your head up.” Zhou Yumei said harshly to Hanson lying beside him.

“Don't worry, I was a little girl and lacked love.” Hanson also didn't look at Zhou Yumei, and took an ancient book out of his backpack.

“What do you mean?” Zhou Yumei beamed. I don't know what Hanson had to do with this.

“Nothing, I'm just complimenting you for being young, beautiful, and small.” Hanson said casually.

“Even if you have eyes, but even if I were so young and beautiful, you couldn't...” Zhou Yumei said with a slight shyness.

But he only spoke half the time. He looked at the slight bulge in his chest, and suddenly it seemed like he was trying to understand something. His little face rose red: “Damn... you're only small...”

Hanson put down the book, took off his T-shirt in his upper body, suddenly scared Zhou Yumei, panicked back, some frightened hands defended himself to drink, “What do you want? ”

Hanson smiled and patted himself on the chest muscle: "It's not that big, but it looks a little bigger than you. ”

Zhou Yumei glanced at Hanson's chest muscle independently, very wide and strong, although not particularly bulging, but very streamlined.

Plus a piece of jade carved abs and mermaid thread, and that white smooth skin that almost made women mad jealous of it, Zhou Yumei's saliva was about to flow down, there was an urge to reach out and touch it.

“Wipe off your saliva and get some sleep. Don't bother me at night.” Hanson reached out and pressed Zhou Yumei's head, pushing away Zhou Yumei, who was already about to get in front of him, and laid herself in her sleeping bag.

Zhou Yumei tried to refute it, but looked down at the slight bulge in his chest, and then thinking about Hansen's broad thoracic muscles and fine streamlined muscles, suddenly found, more beautiful, he actually lost. He couldn't refute Hansen's words.

Zhou Yumei retracted somewhat frustrated in her sleeping bag and felt like life was dark, but think about Hanson's almost perfect upper body just now, that beautiful muscle, sexy clavicle and mermaid thread, Zhou Yumei couldn't help but swallow and swallow, closed eyes full of brain is that dazzling flesh.

He turned his head quietly and glanced at Hanson, but saw that Hanson's eyes were closed and he was asleep. From this side he could see his face. It could not be said that it was beautiful. The line was a little rigid, the outline of the line was very edgy, and it looked a little fierce, but because the skin was too white and delicate, it made this fierce look a little softer, it seemed quite manly.

Zhou Yumei thought of Hanson's body just now, his eyes were a little too strong, and thought that Hanson was still so powerful that even such a horrible spirit could fight him. He also cleaned up that horrible little fairy and purple scorpion. Zhou Yumei was a little crazy to look at.

But thinking about the ring Hanson had on his left hand, he had to resent and sigh: "Why was the melon eaten by others? ”

“What did you say?” Hanson frowned and looked at Zhou Yumei.

When Zhou Yumeidan blushed, she was a little excited. I didn't expect to say the exclamation in her heart. She suddenly blushed and explained: “No... nothing...”

As Zhou Yumei was panicking, he suddenly saw Hanson turn around and instantly approached her. Suddenly, he approached Zhou Yumei with a manly heat.

When Zhou Yumeiton was at war, Heavenly Man said: "What does he want? What am I supposed to do? He is an engaged man, I should refuse him, but... No, no, Zhou Yumei, how can you be so unpretentious, can't be fascinated by beauty, be firm... But such a good man, there may still be a chance...”

Zhou Yumei flashed countless thoughts in her head, but Hanson had approached her body. A big hand covered her mouth and her body pressed over.

“I'm not his opponent anyway, it's useless to resist. I'm just a weak woman anyway. How can I resist his power?” Zhou Yumei found an excuse for herself. Her mood suddenly relaxed. She looked at Hansen's fine body. Her face was red and her eyes were closed. She thought: “There is no one here. Why are you covering my mouth? Even if I call it a broken throat, no one will come to rescue me. Besides, I don't want to scream. ”

Zhou Yumei's heart crashed into the deer, but waited for a while, but did not wait for the expected storm, had to be a little strange, his eyes quietly opened a little seam, and he looked shyly, but saw Hanson with his hand covering her mouth, while opening the zipper of the tent, looking out from a tiny gap.

When Zhou Yumeidan felt like his face was on fire, hatred could not find a sew to drill down, even his neck was red.

Hanson looked out through the gap in the tent and saw just a little halo in the black desert, like many bright dandelions growing in the black desert, one overlooking the edge, a gust of wind blowing, the sky halo floating, in the night like a night dandelion dancing with the wind.