100 Ways to Get the Male God

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Yu Chu's heart galloped through countless grass and mud horses, biting his lips and feeling the heat of his body. The demonic flow is getting more and more powerful, and if this continues, it may really be terrifying to bleed to death from the seven orifices.

Ansel is a god, but she is a human.

Can't stand it.

I Nima...

Yu Chu was full of grief and anger, and stood up slowly while striving to suppress the feeling of his body, while slowly walking towards the high platform.

She walked up to the high platform step by step, her eyes met the snow-white elf in front of the tombstone, and there was another struggle in her mind.

In the end is to be a qualified socialist successor, or to be an excellent socialist successor.

She stood in front of the steps and didn't dare to walk over, and she didn't even dare to look at Ans El.

A war leader from a hundred years ago, a young magical genius, a pure god.

People don't know her yet.

But the demonic energy gradually took over the brain, and maliciousness was input to the maximum extent, as if there were some hoarse thoughts and smirked: "I got on him..."

Yu Chu shivered.

She stood up without tears, and bowed earnestly to the great god in the history textbook.

Ansel took a step back.

The young man's beautiful clear eyes stared at her, his eyelashes blinked slightly, revealing a hint of dullness.

He looked at the girl quietly, and as she stepped forward, the boy's eyes fell on the demonic energy around her, and he pursed his lips and did not retreat.

He whispered, "I'll teach you spells."

Hearing the clear voice of the young man in his ears, the snow-colored corners of his clothes made people's hearts burn more and more.

Yu Chu said numbly: "Thank you, but I can't concentrate my magic right now, haha."

Ansair blinked slightly.

Yu Chu wanted to say something else, but her heart was suddenly throbbing again. She was caught off guard, her legs suddenly softened, and she threw herself on the ground in front of her, and large beads of sweat dripped down.

The snow-colored person in front of him gently knelt down, Yu Chu saw his long, white fingers under his sleeves, his mind was still in pain, and his body had already taken the lead. She reached out and took that hand.

She raised her head and faced a pair of pure ice-silver eyes. The other party looked at her with no emotion. If he didn't know that this was him, his expressionless face was like a cold picture in a textbook.

Yu Chu slowly crawled over.

She grabbed his fingers with one hand, stretched out the other hand to hold the boy's shoulders, covered her body lightly, and climbed into his arms.

The elf was obviously not used to this kind of intimacy, Yu Chu saw his delicate eyebrows slightly frowned, and the other hand wanted to push her away, but the chain bound her wrist, and the hand was only stretched halfway, so it was controlled and unable to move forward.

Yu Chu pressed the man down, staring at the long ice silver that covered the ground, against the fair face of the god, the beautiful and delicate face, and a pair of ice silver pupils, looking at her a little dazedly, and a little ignorantly.

Yu Chu hummed in his heart, raised Ansier's white chin with one hand, and asked in a low voice:

"Can I kiss you?"

The young petal-like thin lips parted slightly: "Dear..."

The girl just uttered such a word with a vague understanding, and the girl sighed clearly.

Turning her fingers, she covered Anse El's thin lips, and kissed the boy's forehead cherishly.

Ansier opened his ice-silver pupils slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his slender fingers subconsciously pushed him over again, but were bound by the chains on his wrists again.

The hand on the slender lips was gently removed, and a careful kiss landed gently on his lips.