Chapter 472： Doomsday Terminator 22 ┃ Xuan Ming of the Source World

After getting away from the crowd, Zhuang Li let go of Bei Ming's ears and pondered: "You said, what will the Lord of the End of the World do next? Frozen, heating, floods, meteorites, he has tried them all, and still have what?"

Bei Ming shook his head guiltily: "I don't know. We'll just wait."

Zhuang Li looked up at the sky.

Above the high dome, the rolling dark clouds are dissipating layer by layer, revealing the long-lost sun. The warm light was like golden raindrops, falling all over the sky.

Zhuang Li guessed: "Within today, he probably won't make another move."

Bei Ming looked at this man intently, his voice hoarse and low. Compared with the lord of the last days, he cares more about everything in front of him.

Zhuang Li felt his burning eyes, and asked with a smile, "Do you know why I like Pippi shrimp?"

Bei Ming: "...I don't know."

Zhuang Li continued to ask: "Then do you know what Pipi shrimp is used for?"

Bei Ming: "...for food?"

Zhuang Li shook his head: "No, Pipi Shrimp is for riding."

Bei Ming was stunned for a while before gradually comprehending the meaning of this sentence, and his fair ears instantly turned red.

Zhuang Li grabbed his hot ear and said with a smile, "Let's go, ride the Pipi shrimp."

In Bei Ming's mind, a corresponding picture has already appeared in his mind: being ridden by Dr. Zhuang on his waist or something?  …

No, the nosebleed is about to come out.

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After some galloping, Bei Ming hugged the exhausted Dr. Zhuang and fell asleep. In a dream, he felt that someone was spying on him. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to find a man standing beside his bed. Extraordinarily tall? Man.

And that person still has a face exactly like him!

Bei Ming immediately sat up, blocking Dr. Zhuang, and staring at the man.

The other party was wearing a black T-shirt and camouflage pants, and the muscles on his body were bulging and covered with scars. It can be seen that he has been in the **** of blood and fire and is an extremely dangerous character.

The other party's dark and deep eyes also looked at him for a moment, and there was a scrutiny and a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Bei Ming hurriedly hugged Dr. Zhuang tightly, and the muscles in his body also tightened.

"I'm here to see my lover." The man said in a deep voice, his cold eyes turned into indescribable tenderness when he fell on Zhuang Li.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Zhuang Li's red-stained, round shoulders.

"Don't touch him!" Bei Ming held the man's wrist tightly, but was horrified to find that Rao was as powerful as himself, but he was completely unable to resist the man's giant force.

The other party still stretched out his hand forward, stroked Zhuang Li's shoulder lightly with his cold fingertips, and rubbed the small red mark printed on it.

Looking at these traces of passion, he couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"I am you, you are me, and if you can touch him, of course I can." The man said something incredible in a low voice.

Bei Ming was stunned.

The man caressed Zhuang Li's sleeping face reluctantly, and then used all his self-control to slowly take two steps back. He stood by the bed and looked at Bei Ming condescendingly, with a very cold tone: "I felt that he was very close to me, so I came to see him."

Bei Ming let go of Dr. Zhuang lightly, and stood up from the bed, his body secretly condensing strength, and his eyes shot out killing intent.

The man did not intend to continue approaching, but instead retreated step by step, and finally sat on the single sofa opposite the bed.

"You can't beat me." He said calmly: "You are just an incarnation of me, and all of your power comes from me."

"It was you who destroyed the world before?" The killing intent in Bei Ming's eyes became stronger.

"Of course not. My favorite person is here, how can I destroy the world. What's more, this whole universe belongs to me. The more alive it is, the stronger my power will be." Putting his index finger on his forehead, he said lightly: "A foreign **** used those missionaries to constantly plunder power from me. I am gradually becoming weaker, and my universe is dying. I thought I would die until his? appear."

The man's gentle gaze was fixed on the sleeping Zhuang Li for a long time, and his deep love poured out.

"The Lord of the Last World is the minion of a foreign god. His so-called divine power was stolen from me. But he has no godhead and can't retain this power, so he needs to keep destroying one world after another. It absorbs the life force of a whole world from it to maintain the power of the gods.

"Once his plan to destroy a world fails, he will die if he can't get the life force of this world as a supply. Just like a drug-addicted person will go into madness if he lacks the solace of drugs. They can never get stronger, they're just drinking poison to quench their thirst."

Having said this, the man paused for a few seconds, and then smiled deeply: "These people may die? I don't know, they are actually too fragile to be attacked."

Bei Ming was fascinated by listening. He could feel his own strength resonating with the strength of a man.

And the originally powerful self was as small as a speck of dust in front of the man.

"Since you are so powerful, why don't you come to protect this world?" Bei Ming asked.

"Because my mission is to kill foreign gods. Only when he is dead will everything really end." The man said coldly.

"Then what are you doing here again?" Bei Ming moved slowly, completely blocking Dr. Zhuang on the bed.

The man didn't seem to notice his guarding action, and said slowly: "Because I can't restrain my thoughts and desires, I want to see him. I've been waiting for too long—"

He paused for a moment, his eyes as sharp as a cold star locked on Bei Ming, and continued: "So, can you lend me your body?"

This is a question, but Bei Ming has no right to refuse. When he realized what the other party wanted to do, the man's figure had completely merged with his body.

The man strode to the edge of the bed, bent down, put his arms on both sides of Zhuang Li's body, imprisoned him in his arms, and painted the face that made him nostalgic inch by inch with his focused eyes.

The hot air he exhaled finally woke up the sleeping Zhuang Li.

"What are you doing?" Zhuang Li muttered lazily.

The man smiled lowly, then lowered his head and demanded a deep kiss. At first, he kissed very tenderly and carefully, slowly moving his lips, exploring the sweet lips that made him think about it day and night. However, kissing and kissing, he couldn't restrain his inner desire and began to plunder frantically.

This is a kiss full of strong thoughts, but also a kiss full of encroachment.

And Bei Ming's kiss is not like this. He can be hot at times, but most of the time it's gentle, even with a hint of flattery.

Zhuang Li grabbed the other person's hair and pulled his head back, his swollen lips pulled away with a sneer: "Who are you?"

The man didn't answer, just stared at him with a pair of dark eyes.

Zhuang Li was also staring at each other, the coldness on his face slowly disappeared, and he murmured, "Which world do you come from??"

And the cold-hearted man showed a gentle smile like water: "I know you can recognize me." As soon as he finished speaking, his fiery lips came up again.

Zhuang Li let go of his hair to accommodate the kiss.

The man smiled lowly, pressed his beloved under him, clasped his fingers tightly, and kissed. From madness to tenderness, from torrential rain to gentle drizzle, he sometimes kissed Zhuang Li eagerly and then tightly, as if this kiss would last a lifetime.

It took more than ten minutes for him to let go of these sweet lips, and turned to kiss his neck.

However, Zhuang Li turned away and refused decisively: "No."

The man asked in a hoarse voice, "Why?"

"If I go to your world in the future, and Bei Ming also chases after him and wants to sleep with me, I readily agree. How do you feel?" Zhuang Li asked with raised eyebrows.

The man laughed in a low voice: "He can't catch up with my world."

The indifference and disapproval implied in his words showed that he was a strong man and a domineering man. However, he stopped all intimate actions and said gently: "If you say no, I will stop?"

Zhuang Li fixedly stared at him, his serious expression suddenly changed to a pleasant chuckle. No matter what this person becomes, his love for him is always the same. He will still respect him and protect him, according to his will.

Seeing his lover's lazy and relaxed smile, the man also laughed softly.

His cold eyebrows and eyes were stained with indescribable soft colors.

"My name is Xuan Ming." He suddenly said.

"Which Xuan?" Zhuang Li looked at him intently.

"Mysterious Xuan. I come from the source world, which is the place where I was born. The tasker calls that place a wilderness." Xuan Ming gently stroked his lover's cheek, his eyes full of tender nostalgia: " You are getting closer and closer to me, and I can't suppress my longing to see you, so here I am."

"How can I get there? You are there." Zhuang Li asked immediately.

"From the outer world to the inner world, you can go to the wild realm. You are already very close to me." Xuan Ming kissed his lover's red lips, and murmured, "I should go."

Zhuang Li hurriedly held his hand and ordered, "Wait for me!"

The man laughed in a low voice: "Of course, you are my anchor." He grabbed Zhuang Li's hand and placed it on his chest.

Zhuang Li instantly remembered the agreement with this person. Therefore, no matter how many difficulties and dangers you encounter, as long as you clench your fists and recite each other's names silently, you can always meet each other alive.

Zhuang Li's palm touched a hot mark, which was the anchor he branded on the man's heart.

He hugged the man's neck and kissed it eagerly.

The man hugged him tightly, and smiled back and kissed back.

After a while, the tenderness in the man's eyes disappeared and turned into confusion. The passionate kisses he had asked for frantically also became peaceful and dense, and it was Bei Ming who came back. He still remembered what happened just now, but naturally continued the kiss.

Zhuang Li slowly regained his calm.

Bei Ming hugged him tightly, and asked anxiously, "Which of us is better at kissing?"

Contemplating what is the outer world and what is the inner world? Zhuang Li was instantly amused by it.

He quickly comforted: "You are more powerful."

The words fell in his heart and praised: "You kissed my head? I fainted, of course you are more powerful."

Originally still a little disbelieving? Bei Ming immediately showed a satisfied expression.

Zhuang Li closed his mind and sighed secretly: This fool...