(BL)(MTL)The strongest face-stepping gold finger [quick wear]

Chapter 190

Chapter 190 The final chapter of the strongest face-stomping golden finger

    The author has something to say: There should be no extras.

    As for which book to open, it is estimated that it will be worn soon, that is, cute pets are haunted, and snake spirits are attacked. Oh, a certain Sen is asking for all kinds of attention here. If there is no accident, the new book is expected to start in April. A super small attack with strong blackening of monopoly desire. Should still take the favored route. Thank you little angel for your continuous support, I hope the new book will continue to support a certain forest. See you next time oh oh oh ~~ what a group.

    Ye Xian did not give the original novel to Mo Shi, but in order to please Mo Shi, Xiao Miao, who was crying, sent all the information she had sorted out to Mo Shi.

    Mo Thirty stared at the cover of the novel "The Marshal's Madam Peony". On it was a burly chest with only the lower half of his face and wearing a military uniform. Although he only had half of his face, he could still see that this chin was sexy and cold, and the lips were tightly pursed. Extremely inaccessible.

    However, it is this tough but tender part, with his chin slightly down, as if to stare at a precious flower in his arms. The little flower is very small, even a little bit tender, but you can really see the careful care of the man holding it.

    The surroundings were a bleak color, even the men's military uniforms were dark gray, only the budding flower bones were yellow, occupying the only bright spot of the entire novel's cover. It is also this color that makes the dim cover appear a bit warm.

    After rubbing the cover, he didn't need to look any further, he could see that the man on the cover was his Yexian.

    Xiao Miao approached, and her voice was a little flattering: "Master, how about this cover? I installed it later."

    Mo Shi: "..." After a moment of silence: "What is the original version?"

    After a moment of hesitation, Xiao Miao He said, "Does the master really want to see it?"

    "Look." Mo Shi nodded slightly, although from Xiao Miao's expression, it could be seen that this was not a good outcome.

    Xiao Miao coughed lightly: "Master, that's the case." It took a screenshot of a picture, except for a few large characters on it, there were a few strange paintings and strange proportions of characters... creatures. Then there was nothing, and even the name was written all over the place, and it was impossible to see exactly what was written.

    "This was put down by the original author. The reason is that the fonts and pictures on the cover of the present world need to be copyrighted. He didn't want to cause trouble, so he doodled one by himself, saying that this dark one is the ruler, the smaller gourd. It's you."

    Mo Shi silently closed the cover, initially, he already knew the author who created their character.

    Expanded the first page of the novel.

    [He is a beautiful flower fairy who fell from the sky. He has charming and bright eyes, budding cheeks, and a delicate nose. He is like the most perfect masterpiece in the world. Son, the body is tall and slender, and the waist is not full of a grip, it seems that a gust of wind can blow it away...]

    Mo Shi stared at this part blankly, the whole person is not well. So who is this so-called cute person writing?

    What's so special, in so many worlds, the reason why it is so difficult to become a man is because the sb author has set him such a setting? ? A gust of wind blew away how thin it was, it was terrible. Fortunately he is normal.

    However, in the description of the next moment, Mo Thirty was not calm.

    [Every part of his body is carefully carved by God, and his skin can be broken with a finger. Smooth and tender seems to touch the real. The weak posture is full of spring breeze. When a man sees it, he can fall in love with him immediately, and he wants to take it as his own and smear it under his body...】

    Fuck. Mo Shimu's face was sullen, no wonder his man looked strange when he mentioned this article before.

    The author's brain circuit is not stupid. This is not about a man at all, but about a terminally ill aphrodisiac. After silently complaining, Mo Thirty decided not to torture himself with harsh eyes, and silently turned over this description.