Number One Ugly Husband

Chapter 40



Dongling CE sees Baoye lying on the ground and does not move. He quickly jumps to his chest and points his short legs to his nose.

Suddenly, the people under him raised their hands to hold him, limited his movement with fetishism, and then held the important parts of his lower body.

Baoye smiles at him wickedly: "small sample, planted in my hand?"

Donglingce narrowed his beautiful eyes. The damned slave had kissed him on the corner of his mouth before, but now he pinched his private parts. It's really good!

"Hey, if I pull hard, will I tear it off?" Baoye pinches the object smaller than his tail finger slightly.

"Hum." Dongling CE gives a cold hum and easily unties his magic. The next moment, he disappears in Baoye's hand. When he reappears, the man has already changed back to human form.

Baoye is not good at heart and disappears in the periphery of the dormitory area as fast as possible.

Dongling CE lip corner hook up a banter: "calculate you are clever."

If he catches them, he'll kill them.

All of a sudden, the sky exploded, and a thick thunder and lightning struck down the building where the senior slaves were hiding.

Donglingce looks awe inspiring and waves his big hand. A barrier appears in the sky of the dormitory area, blocking the powerful lightning strike.

Baoye, who has not run far away, breathes a sigh of relief. He can't understand donglingce's idea. If he really wants to protect the senior slaves, why has he always destroyed his border? If he doesn't care about the life and death of the senior slaves, why did he set up a border to protect them at an important moment?

Did you think his border was not strong enough?

"The brain world of psychosis is really not what ordinary people can understand." Baoye is sure that the senior slaves will be OK, and then turns back to build a shed to sleep.

All night, the thunder and lightning never stopped. The slaves were afraid to sleep with their eyes closed. The next day, they were listless and their eyes were black.

Baoye, who has set up a defensive border for his shed and set up a sound barrier in his bed, sleeps soundly. Once he sleeps until dawn, he is full of energy.

Jiang Yu saw his face depressed and asked, "are you afraid of death?"

Baoye stretched himself and said with a smile, "I can't die from this disaster for thousands of years."

This caused the slaves to glare.

On the way to the construction site, Baoye sees a lot of charred bodies. No one recognizes them or cleans them up. It's like a piece of garbage thrown on the road at will.

The truck rolled over the corpse directly, just like driving on a pothole road. The car shook and crushed the corpse into pancakes.

Standing at the back cloth of the carriage, Baoye looks at the corpse on the ground, and at the sky of thunder and lightning, and sarcastically hooks his lips.

The life of the lower world is already very dark, and the gods have to join in and make the lower world into hell. Nevertheless, the demigods still fear them as always.

Is it right to say that demigods are stupid or are cowardly?

If the demigods had been so rebellious, it might not have happened.

When Baoye thinks of this, an idea flashes by. Before he can catch it, the car stops.

"Here we are, get off the bus," cried deacon Zhu

Baoye jumps out of the carriage and hears someone shouting, "Mr. Jin."

He followed the reputation and saw Zhou Xiaochuan waving to him at the gate.

"Mr. Jin..."

Zhou Xiaochuan came to Baoye and said in a low voice, "I came by the way to tell you about finding someone."

Baoye picked his eyebrows: "so fast?"

"We only checked Beicheng district. Beicheng district is our territory. It's very easy to find people. By the way, the boss asked me to tell you that if the person you're looking for is very important to you, you'd better go quickly to confirm whether it's the person you're looking for. It's God's game time now. No one can guarantee to survive and it's not convenient to walk around. After the game time, we'll go to other places to find out. "

Baoye nods: "thank you."