It is true that Shafa Galan is a reckless man who only thinks about fighting and killing, and he is not an expert in conspiracies and schemes.
After all, the root of all fear and calculation is insufficient firepower.
But Emperor Galan has always had sufficient firepower, and he doesn't need to use his brain to solve things that can be solved by force.
Although his brain doesn't work very well, he is not really mentally retarded and he wouldn't be ignorant of what love between men and women is.
No matter how straight-minded he was, no matter how ignorant he was of love, he knew what was going on and why he was feeling so irritated.
But the answer made Galan feel unreasonable.
How could he have such a desire?
What’s even more terrifying is that it was Emperor Ni who gave him this impulse.
What kind of horror joke is this?
"Don't, don't touch me..." Galan said with difficulty.
Queen Ni's expression remained calm. She looked at his stubborn and flustered appearance, and suddenly laughed quietly. She stopped the movement of her hands and looked at him intently: "Really? Are you sure?"
Galan suddenly picked up the saw-mouth gourd.
Just as Queen Ni was about to continue, her waist was suddenly locked, her vision was reversed, and she was pressed down.
I felt a heavy pressure on my body and heard the man's stifling breathing in my ears.
Heavy, like the breathing of an animal after it captures its prey.
The excitement when desire is released and the desire to kill are mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish them.
The corners of Galan's eyes were bloodshot. He stood up, looked down at Emperor Ni, and saw the calmness on her face.
Clearly, he was on top and she was on the bottom.
But her face still showed the calmness that showed she was in control of everything.
The calmer she was, the more it irritated his nerves.
His murderous tyranny and desire for destruction made him eager to destroy her calm appearance and see her panic-stricken.
Galan held her slender neck.
This is a dangerous posture. The murderous intent is like a blade wrapped in honey, sweet and throat-cutting. The more dangerous it is, the more it irritates people.
"Aren't you going to teach me?" Galan asked in a hoarse voice.
Emperor Ni looked at him and suddenly raised his lips: "Haven't you learned it?"
As she spoke, the curve of her lips suddenly lowered a little, and she said with a dull tone: "Although it's not very good."
The veins on Jia Lan's forehead popped out, and his eyes were deep: "Emperor Ni, what do you want to do?"
He didn't understand Emperor Ni's intentions.
Love is such a luxury for Shura.
Perhaps those little Shuras below would have such thoughts, but for the Shura Emperor at the top, his own foundation is enough to keep them from caring about other things, so how could they have other desires?
The Tenth Difficulty is obsessed with stupidity and wants only to spread chaos and draw joy and strength from the misery of others.
Buyeqi didn't care about life or death, love or lust, she was too lazy to touch it.
Wu Jin and Di Tuo do hang out together, but to some extent, their backgrounds are compatible.
Di Tuo wanted to control the power of gluttony, to be endlessly hungry and never satisfied, to have whatever he wanted, which was the best of both worlds.
But the root of Emperor Ni is rage.
His roots are in killing.
When killing and rage meet, there is only destruction. No one will bow to the other and let the other take what they want. How could it be possible between him and Emperor Ni?
"I want to give it a try." Emperor Ni raised his hand and hooked it around his neck.
The light in her beautiful eyes was dim, like the boundless earth, so vast that one could not see the end.
She bit his lips and murmured word by word: "Will you destroy me, or will I tame you..."
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