The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

When the painter pretended to pass by inadvertently for the fourth time.

Sunanzhi finally couldn't take it anymore.

He hid behind the boss, pitiful.

The little faces were wrinkled together.

The boss laughed at him: "What are you afraid of?"

Su Nanzhi swayed in a daze, stretched out a finger like shoots, and pointed at the person opposite.

"He kept staring at me, very scary!"

But Su Nanzhi also felt that if he was afraid just because the other party was staring at him, wouldn't it make him feel guilty?

So Su Nanzhi added: "Actually, some strange things have been happening around me recently, and I'm afraid."

The boss is a reliable adult man who doesn't wear red long johns.

He narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of "I'm a little crazy, don't mess with me" in the rigid facial features.

Sunanzhi thought she had to say more to show her credibility.

But the boss didn't give him a chance.

He stepped directly on his pair of flip-flops that made a crackling sound, and held a cigarette diagonally in his mouth, a pack worth 10 RMB, a man full of pride.

At first glance, it is the old poison-tumor of this street.

His leather skirt, black clothes.

With an unruly hairstyle, there was impatience on his eyebrows.

He doesn't even need to act, just take two steps forward, and he is a protection fee.

[Grass, a kind of plant, why is this man a little handsome? ? ? 】

[Boss: The award is just a mediocre pork seller. 】

【"Nothing's Strange"】

【A normal me, a normal pull! 】

[Brother, drink ice cola, and the protection fee will be given to you! ! ! 】

【Ah ah ah, "office cp" is too good to eat! ! ! 】

[Wow, I'm already obsessed with the pork seller downstairs! ! 】

Although the boss doesn't look like a good person, it doesn't prevent Su Nanzhi's eyes from shining.

The boss dragged a group and walked to the painter in three or two steps.

He picked up a cigarette in one hand and looked at the painter with half-closed eyes.

With a half-faced smile, he spit out an eye.

"Why, are you interested in my brother?"

He tilted his head lazily.

"Um?"

The boss's tall body is very oppressive.

Inside, the shadow cast by his figure was like a big hand that could tear the person in front of him to pieces at any time.

The painter swallowed his saliva without a trace, and said a sentence of courting death.

"Then... can I?"

"Can not!"

The boss thought that the other party was a smart person, and if he was a little scared, he should know everything.

Unexpectedly, the other party's mind is full of mucus!

The boss is a man who beats the world from his fist. If he is upset, it is you-mom who beats you, unreasonable.

At this moment, he just felt that he was unhappy, so he lifted his eyelids while holding the other party's collar.

One slapped the other lightly.

"Under the bridge, there is a home with a lock, you go and ask."

painter:"???"

[Cough, cough, my brother's scolding is also handsome! ! ! 】

[Translate for everyone: Are you worthy? How many do you have? ? 】

[Civilized swearing, has everyone learned it? 】

The boss thinks he should be annoying as a kid.

He especially likes his fists, and he likes violence.

like now.

He picked up the painter, directly slammed people into those lewd oil paintings, and cursed.

"Grass!"

"What did you draw?!!!"

"Oh shit!"

That picture touched the boss's unhappy point——

The young master Jin Gui on the screen is basically fruity, with a little treatment on the chest and important parts, which are a few cherries and a rose.

And his scattered tears turned into a huge fish, and the ocean behind him was all blood red.

The young master died on the ocean.

Astringent and full of fear of death.

I have to admit, when I saw the boy on the screen.

His heart stopped for a moment.

I was sweating all over.

But he was content with that little ulterior temptation.

This is temptation from the soul.

【Fog grass! ! ! This is the big guy! ! ] [SRDS, beating must be good, but no one wants to be around? ? ? 】

[Woooooo, I want it! ! 】

[Thanks to the strong support of the artist, our young master's popularity is about to break 90W! ! Everyone, hurry up! ! ! 】

[Hi... This painter shouldn't be a doctor, right? I really can't think of anyone who would be so perverted except the doctor! 】

【...Modo Modo! I want to see the painter's inventory! ! ! 】

The boss is completely angry.

He was so angry that he could ignore everything.

He directly lifted the other party and smashed his head on the drawing board.

"Are you what! Aren't you disgusting yourself?"

Unlike the boss, the painter is a gentleman from start to finish.

Apart from his strange personality, he is basically a civilized person who doesn't like to communicate, talk, and likes to read books.

After his head was smashed a few times, he was basically bleeding.

Because the movement was a bit big, his picture album "crashing" was scattered.

Basically all of them are Y-Y pictures of Sunanzhi.

Dressed in women's clothing - wearing only a black corset.

There are also a lot of consciousness-streaming, such as he has become a cake and is being eaten bit by bit.

There are cute pets, cats, rabbits.

All kinds, everything.

The boss's face turned red instantly, and he didn't know if he was angry or angry.

The cigarette he never left his mouth was broken into two stanzas.

It was bitten off alive by him.

Now, there are still half of the bitter cigarette butts in my mouth, but I miss it.

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.

The painter spat out a mouthful of blood, with a mocking smile on his pale face.

He looked at the boss with a certain look and stepped on the second thunder.

"Hey, stop pretending, you're reacting."

Boss: "...you're dead."

[This look: You are already a corpse. 】

[Haha okay, per capita lsp! 】

[Everyone should know that the boss is just an ordinary man! ! ! 】

[He is a normal man, how did he react at the beginning? It's not a cough cough...]

[My little master is really the best! ! ! 】

【Buy stocks and buy them! ! ! It's over, I actually think that the young master can match anyone! ! ! 】

[Grass, why does this dungeon taste like the previous two dungeons of Junior Nanzhi? ? 】

[Thinking too much, it is impossible for Nanzhi baby to appear in this dungeon. 】

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totally unexpected.

When I saw the first picture, the boss had a strange feeling.

It was like a flame, but it felt more exuberant than a flame.

When the false pretence was ruthlessly exposed, the boss did not feel ashamed, but suddenly.

A question that he may not have had time to think about was quite successfully pointed out by an outsider.

kinda good.

The boss swallowed the taste in his mouth.

Mixed with endless desire-desire and bitterness, swallowed into the body together.

He raised his eyelids.

Eyes are fully open.

Upon closer inspection, there was another cluster of flames in his pupils.

But very sincere.

He stared blankly at the painter, punching him to death.

The people around didn't dare to speak.

"Hey, it's him again!"

"If it goes on like this, the poor little one will be beaten to death."

"If you kill the owner of the pork shop, you will go to jail, right?"

"Where are you going to sell sausages in the future?"

The black suit stretched out his voice: "Tsk, incredible, to actually draw those paintings... tsk tsk tsk."

Sunanzhi swallowed her saliva, feeling a little down because she saw some not-so-good paintings.

But seeing that the other party was about to kill someone, Su Nanzhi quickly stepped forward to stop it.

"Boss, don't fight! If you fight again, you will go to jail!"

At this moment, the boss has lost his mind a bit.

He punched him punch after punch, and the flames all over his body were madly cool to his tailbone.

Because of the evil fire that couldn't be vented, his eyes were red.

almost out of control.

But when he saw the soft young master running over and hugging him.

The fire suddenly disappeared.

A sweetness that was more satisfying than smoking a pack of cigarettes surged up.

Sunan Zhiliang burst into tears: "Don't fight, really stop fighting!!"

The boss put his hand away, didn't take the cigarette, nothing happened, he took a breath: "Well, okay, listen to you."

Sunanzhi breathed a sigh of relief, but tears came down instead.

"Why do you cry so much?" The boss wanted to stretch out his hand to wipe his tears, but seeing his mottled hand, he threw a pack of paper over, "Hey, if you can get a pack of paper from a man like me, you are considered Not bad. Wipe yourself for a while, I'll throw a trash."

[The boss is really fragrant! ! 】

[I bet that the boss will definitely be a rake in the future! ! ! 】

[Woo woo woo, the boss is not allowed to slap the mouth of the subordinate! ! ! Damn, so sweet! ! ! 】

[A man with an eclectic style like the boss usually doesn't carry paper on his body, because they usually find someone to rob hahaha! ! So... this is really the only tenderness in the whole world ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah-]

[And, the young master's career fans are very grateful for the hot spots provided by the painter and the strong support of Pork! ! ! My wife became the first to break 1 million! ! ! ! 】

Throwing **** is literally throwing rubbish.

The boss walked up to the painter who was beaten into a pig's head.

The painter swallowed his saliva and was thrown out directly by the boss.

Due to the special geographical location of the old community, when the painter was thrown out, he was almost killed by a passing vehicle.

The boss clapped the dirt on his hands and said, "Thank you, I'm also a slut. I've known this since elementary school."

He raised the paintings in his hands: "Don't hit him, even if he's not mine, it won't be yours. Hope you know."

【Shasha! ! Husband is so handsome! ! ! 】

[Woooooo, the country owes her boyfriend! ! ! 】

[Buy stocks to buy, family CP, office CP, 23rd floor CP, who do you support? ? ? 】

[Children only make choices, I want them all (ruthlessly). 】

When the boss returned to the pork shop, Sunan Zhi was still wiping away her tears.

Poor and lovable.

"Grass." The boss really didn't understand.

How can there be people in this world with such long eyelashes, no matter how long they are, they are still dense.

When the tears hang on it, it is like dotted with stars.

The boss walked over in fascination.

He pulled his cheek and kissed it.

Little by little lick his tears away.

Oh shit.

More addictive than smoking.

lasting.

Still dark.

Sunanzhi was forced to sit on the boss's lap.

The two soft pieces seem to be leaning against a volcano.

piping hot.

hot.

The power of the brewing cosmic explosion.

"...You...that um (second voice)." Su Nanzhi was uncomfortable in the place where he was scalded. He recalled the ferocity of the boss's beating just now, and worried: "How long have you been in this situation?"

The sun is hot outside.

A dead straight man is hot from the inside out.

He thought about it and couldn't say that his time was short.

then.

The boss's face is not red and his heart is not beating: "It's been a day, isn't it amazing?"

"Then there is still help..." But when he hit someone just now, his eyes were red, and he looked particularly stunned: "Should be able to heal, right?"

The boss seemed to sense something.

He raised his eyebrows.

The chaotic channels, inexplicably unanimously spared.

The boss grabbed Su Nanzhi's hand and moved it to him.

"You help me heal? Huh?"

The author has something to say: Sunanzhi QWQ: hooligan ah ah ah-

The butler took the knife: Who moved my little prince?

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Translate yourself, ahem.

Pre-received and replaced the cover.

You have been cold to me. woohoo, heartbreak