What a little girl.

Tan Sang tiptoed out of bed, took off his shoes and socks and landed on the soft carpet, stepping on something cold and cold.

It's also a bit hard.

Tan Sang lowered her head, and the thing was lying naked at her feet.

Hand...... Handcuff?!

Why is this thing still here?

Tan Sang instructed a believer to throw these things away.

Such a criminal act would never have been done by her.

She kicked these far away, and let people collect things.

When Tan Sang wasn't paying attention, the little dragon cub at his feet ran out and followed the believer holding those things.

"Squeak and woo" followed.

The believer looked at the pile of things, and remembered the man on the bed of the goddess, with a faint wound through a layer of white shirt.

couldn't help but laugh: "Our goddess is quite good at playing. ”

Throw it under the bushes at will.

After the believer left, a small shadow appeared,

It sat quietly beside the bag.

The dragon cub's eyes widened.

Dragged the stuff with its short, round arms.

Tan Sang also didn't expect that later, what was originally intended for her little slave would one day be used on herself.

Especially the handcuffs that she kicked far away.

It was late when Samuel woke up, and Tan Sang looked at him condescendingly, his eyes showing anger.

"Can't afford it?"

Tan Sang also kicked his deformed leg.

It can be seen that he is domineering, pampered, and arrogant.

Mr. Evil Dragon endured the pain of the backlash and slowly stood up.

A pair of good-looking, almost bewitching, blood-red eyes, and a head of dry hair that blocked the wound on the corner of his forehead.

It looks like the little slave's skin is very white, the outline of the face seems to be finely sculpted, and the eyebrows are as if they have been painted with a paintbrush.

The little slave was thin, and there seemed to be tears in her red eyes, and when he looked at her, his eyes were slightly raised, and the tails of his eyes were red, and he looked obedient and pitiful.

But Tan Sang knew that the little slave in front of him was depressed and embarrassed, but after these tribulations, he would become the last god.

A true god.

There is actually a sharp and brutal heart hidden under that beautiful skin.

The reason why he doesn't kill people is that he just doesn't want to care about those petty fights, such as Tan Sang.

And what really cared about him was the fake dragons.

The dragons who plunged their knives into their hearts step by step.

Eventually, he would make a staircase out of bones and blood to ascend to the throne of the Temple of Light, and then take back the humiliations and grievances he had suffered from the dragons one by one.

But he didn't get any kindness either.

Sitting lonely in the temple of light, he became the supreme god, the god here, the god that no one could approach. Actually, it's just a lonely person.

No one asks for warmth, a lonely and lonely person.

[Ding, since the host's current mood fluctuates too much, please remember that the host should not collapse.] ］

Tan Sang lowered the fluctuation in his eyes.

Thin lips lightly opened: "What?" Can't you get up? ”

He looked vicious.

Samuel doesn't know much about human emotions, but he knows that there is a word called lust and indulgence, and he can't help but be happy in his eyes.

[Ding, opinion +3, current opinion 52.] ］

Tan Sang was obviously shocked by the increase in favorability, she was obviously murdering him!

Why did this person add favorability?!

Her eyebrows are frowning, her appearance is the most beautiful color in the world, a pair of peach blossom eyes are slight, and her expression is cold.

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