88 Chapter 166 - A'Mo: Hello, being the emperor of death

Lying on the bed with sore limbs, Wu ZiMo, who looked at the ceiling with blank eyes, examined himself in his heart. He never called Rocard the emperor, because the real emperor was himself!

Hey, even though I didn't do the full set with Scott this time, it's more sour and refreshing than doing the full set!

The bedroom door was opened. Wu ZiMo, who was like a corpse, turned his head and saw Scott walked out naked with a bath towel underneath his body. Although his silver hair did not drip, it was moist. Served on his head.

Seeing Scott's satiated appearance, Wu ZiMo's teeth began to feel itchy again, but in the end he turned away from his tears.

I'm going to pick up the pot I'm kneeling...

"Still angry?"

Scott walked to the bed and sat down, leaned over and kissed Wu ZiMo's hair. Seeing the boy's face on the bed ruddy, especially the pliable body covered with ambiguous traces covered by the sheets, Scott's silver eyes began to darken.

Wu ZiMo was watched by Scott, and his whole body got goose bumps instantly, like a cat with fried hair, quickly moved away from the marshal who started again.

"I won't be angry." After making sure he was safe, Wu ZiMo said dullly.

It's really hard to be angry. It's normal to do intimate things with people you like. Although Wu ZiMo is slumped under Scott's body, he is still a man, and it is normal for him to have desires for his own man.

However, he was depressed that, as Scott said before, the pheromone blend of the two is really comparable to the powerful X medicine.

Before Wu ZiMo could do anything to Scott, his spirit began to trance, and in the end he was completely wiped out by the increasingly energetic Scott.

That's right, Wu ZiMo has been struggling with this problem, and of course the problem of Master Marshal's accessories being too large.

"Scott, what time is it?" Sulking is also sulking yourself.

"It's almost time for dinner." Scott glanced at the teenager who was moving around on the bed, smiling slightly, his eyes softly pampering.

Wu ZiMo was not completely eaten by Scott this time because of lack of time. Otherwise, Wu ZiMo could still lie down on the bed and protest with Scott with the combat power and endurance of the Marshal.

"So soon, let me get up." There was an appointment with Mrs. Alman for dinner in the morning, so when it was almost time, Wu ZiMo was no longer in bed.

But just when he was about to get up, his sore limbs made him fall back on the soft bed again.

"Sizzle... sour."

Lying on the bed in a big font, Wu ZiMo was really painful to see that he was so 'soft'.

Scott swallowed a smile that was about to overflow. If he really dared to laugh, would the teenager on the bed definitely let him have good fruit.

The evolutionary mental power was mobilized by Scott, and Wu ZiMo, who was lying on the bed, quickly felt that his sore body was being massaged with a gentle force.

Wu ZiMo looked at Scott in surprise and said, "Scott, can your mental power be used like this?"

Scott's mental power is really necessary for home travel, murder and arson. Now this kind of mental massage is more sharp than the full body massage boasted in those advertisements.

"can."

Because of the rapid growth of mental power, Scott was a little difficult to control at first, but after a few days of proficiency, he can already control the increased mental power well.

Seeing that Scott can control his mental power so finely to give Wu ZiMo a full body massage, I know that he can still be distracted to chat with Wu ZiMo while controlling his mental power and kneading.

Only the rookie Wu ZiMo doesn't know how powerful Scott is in control.

After being squeezed by Scott's whole body like this, his sore limbs are really comfortable, at least when he sits up again, he won't fall back.

But even if he didn't fall back, Wu ZiMo didn't get up directly from the bed, because he realized with hindsight he finally found out-he is not wearing clothes now!

"...Scott, where's my clothes?"

Although I didn't enter before, the process was still very intense, or Wu ZiMo wouldn't be so miserable. Lying on the bed with limp limbs, Scott took care of the cleaning up.

Scott washed Wu ZiMo so fragrantly that he stuffed him in the quilt and went to take care of himself. Because Master Marshal's service was so considerate, Wu ZiMo also forgot that it seemed that he was running naked under the quilt.

Wu ZiMo lowered his head to see himself when he was about to lift the quilt and walk out of the bed and suddenly felt cool, and when someone's sight became even hotter. Although he didn't want to, Wu ZiMo quickly pulled the quilt around him, densely covering himself, and then looked at Scott with blind eyes.

It's no wonder that Rocard has always despised the big iceberg of Scott. It's actually boring. He doesn't have any embarrassed expressions on Wu ZiMo's dead fish eyes. After enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of him, he slowly handed a set of clothes to Wu ZiMo on the bed .

After taking over the clothes, Wu ZiMo put the underwear, an important piece of equipment, in the quilt before he opened the quilt, and he was very generous to let a guy watching him dress up.

The body has long been seen clearly, even in the private parts, but Wu ZiMo still feels that he is fatter, not panicking in his heart.

Wu ZiMo put on his clothes swiftly, and saw that Scott was still surrounded by a bath towel, his upper body was naked, sitting on the sofa with his hands raised, his silver eyes kept watching him.

The well-dressed Wu ZiMo looked at Scott speechlessly, and said, "My dear, although I know your figure is very attractive, do you want to go out and have dinner with Aunt Coriya like this?"

Hearing Wu ZiMo's teasing, Scott flicked his big long legs and stood up directly from the sofa, walked to Wu ZiMo's, put his arms around Wu ZiMo, and took a breath in his hair, "Do you like it?"

Wu ZiMo rolled his eyes, nonsense, can you not like it? Although his likes have two meanings in it, Master Marshal's tendon is really attractive.

Perceiving Wu ZiMo's thoughts, Scott chuckled and clasped his neck, making him have to look up, and then he pressed heavily on the lips that had been tempting him.

"Well..."

This time, Scott had a hint of punishment, so it was more intense, but it was easier to provoke reactions from both sides.

When the atmosphere was getting hotter and hotter, Scott used his mighty willpower to control himself before letting him let go of the red and swollen lips that he chewed.

"Auntie Coriya?"

Wu ZiMo's eyes were blurred, and he could only stand with the support of Scott's hand buckled at his waist. He was silent when he heard Scott's hoarse voice in his ear.

So this time he asked for it himself again?

But he can't help it. The person who ridiculed Scott before, called this question, it was really difficult for him to turn around for a while.

Scott also knew that Wu ZiMo could not change for a while, and Wu ZiMo was not familiar with his mother, but Scott didn't mind using this method to punish the teenager in his arms.

"Call the wrong one, punish once." Scott gently rubbed Wu ZiMo's ruddy and swollen lips with his fingers.

Wu ZiMo knew that Scott's words were definitely not a joke, especially as a commander in command. But Wu ZiMo's bigger feeling is--

Is the marshal of his family possessed by something messy, or how can he understand this flirting method!

When Scott and Wu ZiMo were in the room with ink stains, the bedroom door was knocked, and then the voice of Butler Fein came through the door.

"Young master, young lady, are you up yet?"

Wu ZiMo, who had been speechless by Scott, didn't bother to pay attention to the name Mrs. Young. As for Scott, after giving the housekeeper Fein outside the door a positive reply, he finally stopped running naked with a bath towel.

It's just the process of Mrs. Marshal putting on clothes that made Wu ZiMo feel that this is definitely intentional.

I saw an adult marshal so directly tore off the bath towel he hung around his waist in front of Wu ZiMo, and then a very out-of-size item was exposed in Wu ZiMo's eyes. It's not soft yet, I don't know if it's just a stimulus, something is in a slightly firm state.

"..." My dear, even if we register, I can still sue you for playing hooligans!

"Get on your clothes!"

"Great."

This time Scott finally didn't act as a demon, and he put on clothes in front of Wu ZiMo peacefully, but to be honest, what a handsome guy does is with his own beautiful light effect, such as the process of putting on clothes now, it is simply a mess.

After Scott was dressed neatly, Wu ZiMo asked, "Scott, have you seen something weird recently." How could his upright and serious Marshal look like a gangster!

"No." Scott reduced the light in his eyes and shook his head.

"Really do not have? Extremely doubtful!

"Really, because there is no need."

Scott has been a very self-reliant person since he was a child, coupled with strong mental power, he must know how to control himself. And he also knows where he is, what attitude he should use to outsiders, friends, and family members, he has already arranged in his heart.

As for the lover, it was originally not in his plan, because he couldn't imagine that there would be someone around him who could make him care that he could ignore his life responsibility.

But Wu ZiMo appeared. When meeting Wu ZiMo for the first time, Scott felt a stranger to Wu ZiMo. But Caesar is different. The intuition from the beast made Caesar match Wu ZiMo at first sight in the crowd.

It was also because of the strangeness of Caesar that Scott noticed Wu ZiMo as a teenager, and the relationship between the two following development was like flowing water, and it naturally became like this.

Wu ZiMo was even more speechless when he heard Scott's words, so Scott knew it without a teacher. In other words, the direction of this link is not a bit crooked, but very crooked!