"Oh... I know you love all kinds of foreign pets, and I happened to buy one from the black market to ......" Mo Zha smiled and wanted to turn his head to introduce.

He was stunned when he turned his head, the thin robe that the beast was wearing was now being held by the kneeling class beside him, and it was naked in everyone's eyes. Graceful and sturdy lines, reflective and deep scale armor and a finely carved totem... Wait a minute... This totem...

Mozha was speechless, and the room was silent.

"Pretty, pretty!" In the silence, the white-haired man clapped his hands and laughed as he walked towards the beast.

He looked up and down at the magnificent male beast in front of him, his eyes were full of surprise, and the revealing gaze made Mo Shuang very uncomfortable.

It doesn't seem that he feels the hidden danger of the alien beast like Mozha, or that as the leader of the desert bandits, he has been rolling on the edge of the knife for many years, and he has long been afraid of this concept. He approached the silent beast, reaching out and caressing the blinding totem and hard armor.

Skimming over the side of the beast, the white-haired old man smiled gently at the beast and asked, "Who was your previous master?" , The finger stopped on the tight lower abdomen of the demon beast - the few soft flesh in the body, without the protection of fine scales, but there was the most vulnerable death hole of the demon clan.

"It's intellectual, it's not civilized, it can't speak. Mo Zha, who was relieved, hurriedly explained, but he was afraid that one would not take good care of him and make the old man unhappy.

"You know what?" the old man turned to look at the dark-skinned man, his fingers rubbing lightly around the death hole. As if he were not aware, the male beast stood still, breathing evenly.

"You know the rules of the black market. Mozha said respectfully, looking at the dragon's tail hovering on the side of his legs, he added, "Although I don't know how his former master sold him, and who it is." But at least know that it has been taught. Isn't there a bottom to this? ”

The old man nodded, looked at the beast, and stopped asking. He just touched around and said, "This gift is so good to my heart!"

As soon as this sentence came out, Mozha's face was overjoyed, and the people under the seat were unwilling.

As we all know, this person has an unwritten rule every time he celebrates his birthday - whoever gives the most satisfactory birthday gift to him is the first mysterious good product after this age. And this batch of good goods was also given at half price, which was a good start to the business.

"Five thousand catties, you will secretly transport it away in a few days. The old man put his hands on the strange beast in front of everyone, and he did not shy away from suspicion, and his fingers even crossed the private places intentionally or unintentionally, causing the body of the male beast to tremble violently.

"It's... Shy?" Feeling the slight tremor of the strange beast, the old man laughed, and then whispered with a doting and mysterious face: "I will spoil you well tomorrow night." ”

Ink Frost endured the nausea churning in her heart, and her face was calm. The claws flagged at the moment they wanted to clench their fists.

The old man waved his hand and asked his subordinates to go down with the witch and the beast, and then celebrated tomorrow's birthday in advance, and talked about the plans to cooperate with all parties in the future.

In a larger tent, four strong men carried a stone basin over, poured warm water and went to bathe the beast.

The rude action stopped with the murderous intent on Mo Shuang's face, and those people looked at the strength and sharp claws and hard armor of the strange beast, and knew that if they provoked this thing, they might be dismantled, so they retreated one after another, but the things ordered by the master must be done, and they were in a dilemma at the moment.

"Give me something. It was like charcoal in the snow, and several people were busy stuffing things to the class on the side, standing far away for a while, and then said: "Wash well, you can't wash it clean, be careful that Lao Tzu whips you!"

"Okay. Ziwu replied obediently.

After a few people glanced at each other, they retreated to guard outside the tent. I thought to myself, such a threatening thing, the old man also has to risk himself, so he is not afraid of being careless and directly dying? Everyone thinks about their own affairs, and just stands outside the door, like a puppet.

In the room, Ink Cream sat in the large stone basin, wrapped her body in warm water, and took the towel and soap corner handed by Ziwu and washed it.

The person next to him sighed slightly, as if he wanted to see the person in front of him go to the execution ground to die, his face was full of sadness, and he bit his ear in a low voice: "You must remember, you must endure." Otherwise, the whole plan will collapse because of you. ”

"I... It's just a little disgusting. The person who had not spoken all this time suddenly spoke, thinking that life would be worse than death in the future, and his body trembled slightly.

"I know......" Ziwu lowered his eyes.

The swarthy face was full of wrinkles, and the greasy face mixed with the disgusting earthy smell on the body, mixed with the explicit expression...... Let the hearts of the strange beasts sink to the bottom.

"I thought after training for so long, I should get used to it, at least I should be able to be a walking dead. While wiping the sweat and dust from his body, he whispered, his eyes full of despair.

On the way, he thought a lot, he also considered such a situation, he made full preparations, but when it came to the end, he still couldn't form an army.

Maybe he never saw through the skin. Otherwise, how could there be such a big difference.

In the previous training, he felt that he was able to deal with it comfortably, was it because he was used to that person, or because that person was too handsome, so he didn't feel disgusting in the first place?

Thinking like this, he suddenly missed the scent of sandalwood on that person's body, and the cold and disdainful but heavenly face appeared in his mind. Think of the old man again, his brow is tufted, strong disgust wells up, and the sharp nails of his hands pierce into the flesh.

In a churn, his fist was pinched, and Ziwu's voice came from his ears again, with sadness and comfort: "Don't think about it anymore!"

This sentence contained too much, and Ink Frost glanced deeply at the person next to him.

"I know I'm just talking about cool things, but it's also true. You just have to remember that your purpose is only necessary to see your purpose. Leave the rest alone. No matter how unbearable you are, you just want to be dead...... I really don't like to use means to control anyone, but if you can't control yourself, according to the instructions of your left envoy, you will have to use medicine. There was a heavy pat on the shoulder, and the beast tried to calm its mood and relax its breathing.

"Okay, I... I will not disrupt your plans. He gritted his teeth, and his deep eyes had a hint of dark red.

"Don't worry, I'm going to be looking for things day and night. I won't let you suffer for long!" Ziwu sighed. Mo Shuang looked at him with a grateful face, and when he was about to say something, he only heard the person who strode in and said, "Have you finished washing!

"Right away, right away. Ziwu hurriedly scrubbed the ink cream, and then nodded at the visitor.

"Hurry up, you send it to the main tent when you're done. Someone will show you the way when you go out!" The person who came was very impatient, and scolded a few words before turning to leave.

After the cleaning was completed, the ink cream was changed with a nameplate, a new robe was put on, and the guide walked towards the main tent.

When Ink Cream lies on a large round bed made of animal fur and grass as required, it is like lying in a magnificent and lifeless sea of flowers on the other side. He looked at the strangely shaped tent with a blank face, and his mind was empty.

On the second day, after the gray-haired old man had finished his birthday feast, he did not break his promise.

Repeated entanglement and toying. The rough pickaxe hand greedily caressed the tough or cold place, held the unspeakable part, and the mouth with a strong breath, kissed and gnawed every inch and every minute.

"It's so beautiful!" he admired, and with a heavy gasp, the gaze of filth and novelty pierced into the eyes of the beast beneath him. When the old man wanted to test it further, the strange beast under him suddenly burst into muscles, and the killing intent in his eyes was bound to appear.

The old man was taken aback by that look, and then smiled with relief, not angry but doting on the smile: "Still a violent temper, it hurts you?"

The moment the beast met the old man's pampering eyes, it seemed to think of something, and calmed down. Then there was submissive pandering and unwilling whispering.

......

After a few days, the guest secretary outside the tent was left out in the cold, and the matters to be handled were piled up. Everyone speculated and pondered. But no one dared to disturb him.

The master was bewitched by the demon clan's pet!

It's an ominous creature!

In the end, everyone couldn't help but speculate whether the real intention of Mozha to give the gift was another conspiracy. So the people who were really worried about the master began to try their best to get close to the main tent and speak bitterly.

On the animal skin bed in the house, the old man, who could no longer stand the noise, got up and dressed unwillingly, and ordered his subordinates to gather all the noisy people in the big tent of negotiation, and he had to settle the matter that had not been resolved for several days. The people who were arguing endlessly outside were overjoyed when they heard that the master had finally "woken up". Immediately quieted down, and walked towards the big tent of negotiation.

"Baby, wait for the old man to come back. As he spoke, he kissed the cold shoulder of the alien beast. Then he called the witch to serve.

Ziwu lowered his eyes and slowly walked in, standing to the side, waiting for Hamo Chayan to hurry out, and then moved towards the ink frost.

The meek and well-behaved class shone with a shrewd and resolute light in his eyes at this moment, kneeling beside the strange beast to help him groom and take care of it. Mo Shuang, who had not spoken for days, said, "How is it over there?" with a slight anxiety in her tone.

Wiped the man's body clean, Ziwu put on clothes for him, and his expression was a little solemn: "Recently, I have inquired in many ways and looked around, but no." What did you find here?"

Ink Frost stretched out her arms and laughed bitterly at herself: "Look at me, what can you find." ”

Ziwu was silent, in the past few days, that old man had not let go of him for even a moment.

"But," Ink Frost frowned, resisting the intense nausea she had intersected with for the past few days, "I noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with his chest. ”

"What do you mean?" Ziwu was shocked.

"They are a branch of the Terrans, and the heart of the Terrans is on the left. What I perceived, however, was that he was on the right. Ink Cream carefully recalled: "I listened to it closely, and there was no sound of heart beating in my chest. ”

"What do you mean... He's either a monster or dead. ”