"It's really similar."

Howard lovingly stroked the long hair of the canary in his arms, his purple pupils were smeared with a large amount of red, and the young Titan protoss put on a dark cloak for his treasure, and there was clear mockery and disdain on his equally pale face.

"My little bird, it's unpleasant to have someone who looks like you. I didn't expect to take you out to play, you can encounter such a ridiculous scene, those guys are still spending a lot of money on this fake. ”

It's an insult to his little bird!

The canary, rubbing her eyes, crumbled her teeth and hooked her master's cold neck, sending herself to the angry Howard with the delicious dessert.

Howard sipped the melt-in-your-mouth dessert, his anger vanished, he helplessly hugged his bird, took the initiative and shyly touched the soft lips of the canary, and the next second, when the canary was still blinking, he pressed the bird that disturbed his heart into his arms, and a trace of red appeared on his handsome face of defeat.

"Birds." Howard swallowed silently, and his heart in the canary's chest seemed to beat wildly again: "You can't do this, next time, I can't。。。。。。 ”

The little prince of the Titan God Clan bit his lower lip, his slender fingers moved slightly, and with a vague threat, he deliberately accentuated his gentle tone: "I can't let you go." ”

Don't let that go, my little cutie.

The canary was buried in Howard's arms eating and laughing, she pinched the man's neck unscrupulously, arched badly in the stiff embrace, poked her head out and licked the little prince's collarbone, and in the sound of gasping, she bit Howard's collarbone and sucked the blood that came out fiercely.

In the midst of the groans of the Titan Protoss, the dancer who knelt next to the canary covered her face with a red face, her fingers slightly open, and in Miss Canary's warning eyes, she smiled and completely closed her fingers.

This Titan is really pitiful, he can't run away under Miss Canary's captivity, and he doesn't know how her little lamb is doing under Miss Canary's tricks, and she will go to the tavern alive in the future, but she didn't pour wine for him, and she didn't help wipe the gray long tail.

"Giggles, where is this?"

The caged canary looked up and smiled, her palms embedded in chains, bright red blood slid down her wrists, a soft nasal voice came from the cage, and the woman wrapped in red silk withdrew her hand and furrowed her pale eyebrows.

"Oh, Miss Canary."

The host, who finally found his voice, cleared his throat, he didn't dare to look directly at this charming devil, and his eyes under the mask were tightly closed: "This is the Leslie auction house." ”

"Canary?" The woman's voice was like melted cream, making her delicate beauty even more seductive: "That's an interesting name." ”

"Of course, this is the best compliment to you, and your 'March Scourge' and 'Seril Twilight' are wonderful."

"Huh?" The woman licked her dry lips, nervousness covered by her long eyelashes, and her hands trembled slightly under the red silk