Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 368
Although the boy's body is not as thin as before, it still has a thin feeling.

As the fingers opened the buttons one by one, the boy's naked upper body was gradually revealed in front of Man Luo.

The slender neck, the beautiful collarbone, and the well-proportioned texture below, was originally a very eye-catching scene, but there were several ugly and hideous wounds interlaced on the young man's chest. Although the scabs had healed, it still made Man Luo His eyes deepened.

"Do you remember who hurt you?"

Ansair's body paused, and his face had regained his composure: "It doesn't matter anymore."

Man Luo looked up at the boy.

She didn't think the boy was a tolerant character.

Sure enough, the next moment, the boy smiled and said, "I've already dealt with it."

The boy's tone was very gentle, but there was a flash of blood in his eyes.

Man Luo paused his hands when he heard the words, and relaxed his body.

It seems that the target of this raid is very competitive and knows how to seek justice by himself. Presumably those who beat and scolded him have already been dealt with.

She can now confirm that the target of her attack is not a good person at all. How can people who have lived in the Colosseum since childhood remain kind and harmless.

Although he already guessed what the boy did, Man Luo blinked those innocent eyes and asked innocently: "How to deal with it."

Ansair's eyes darkened, and he suddenly leaned closer to Man Luo, with a slight hint of danger in his gentle tone: "It's all bad things, and it will stain your ears."

"But……"

Ansair suddenly held her fingertips, and another icy kiss fell: "Miss persisted in asking, are you worried about me? I am very happy, but please don't worry, miss. I will make myself soon When I grow up, I will become stronger, and I will solve all the problems around you. You don't need to worry about me, you just need to try to rely on me, trusting me is enough."

Ansair's voice was unusually peaceful, but there seemed to be turbulent emotions hidden in it. Seeing the boy's eyes getting darker and darker, Man Luo blinked.

The next moment, Ansair's body froze suddenly, and the girl's hand had already lightly landed on his chest, and the warm and delicate fingertips lingered on his scar.

The freshly healed wound was already more fragile and sensitive than other places, and Ansair's body trembled uncontrollably.

The gloomy paranoia that was brewing in his eyes faded away like a tide, and turned into an unconcealable shock and shake. He stood up suddenly and put his clothes back together: "Miss, I still have some things to deal with, maybe I have to leave for a while."

Regardless of etiquette, Ansair walked out of the room with messy steps before Manro could answer.

Man Luo looked at his panic-stricken appearance, smiled and withdrew his hands, the girl's voice was childish, but with interest: "It seems that he is not completely calm."

She just said, no matter how deep and steady Ansair is, he is only a half-grown boy, and he is still easily influenced by the outside world after all.

However, it took only three months for a 12-year-old boy to transform from a reckless boy to a seemingly harmless and elegant deacon. He knew how to hide his strength at a young age.

If he is allowed to grow up for a few more years, I really don't know what he will look like.

Man Luo turned his eyes and looked at his own immature face in the mirror, his cherry pink lips slowly curled up.

"Really, looking forward to it."

(End of this chapter)