[BL, MTL] Crooked? Here Comes the Warmth! (Quick Wear)

Chapter 462: Treasure Wife x Evil Dragon (7)

　　And tonight happens to be the last day of the preliminary round of this game.

　　Hearing the footsteps, Morgos quickly turned off his optical brain and got into the quilt, closing his eyes tightly.

　　After a while, Chi Bai'an walked into the room, lay down on the bed gently and hugged the little devil.

　　After feeling the soft touch on his cheek, Morgos's eyes darkened a bit. He hypnotized his treasure again before slowly sitting up from the bed.

　　Morgos stood by the bed and tucked the boy into bed, then his figure slowly grew taller, and kissed the boy's soft lips back.

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　　"Guest, would you like to place a bet?" A soft and pleasant voice sounded in my ears.

　　Morgos frowned as he smelled the bad perfume that accompanied the voice.

　　The waiter wearing a bunny girl costume was fascinated by this tall and handsome man from the moment he entered.

　　Morgos wrinkled his nose in disgust. The smell of the woman in front of him was one thousandth less good than his brother's. Her waist was not even as slender as his brother's, and her tone of voice also felt artificial.

　　He had just left home for a while, and he missed his brother so much.

　　Although he really didn't want to talk to the bunny girl, Morgos still resisted the urge to push her away and said: "I want to participate in the competition."

　　The bunny girl was obviously stunned. He didn't understand why such a handsome and noble man would choose to participate in such a cruel and violent competition, but he was confused by the golden eyes of the opponent.

　　After a while, the bunny girl's expression became dull, "Okay...guest, please come with me..."

　　The man followed the bunny girl from the very chaotic place at the beginning to a table in the corner.

　　The man in the corner was probably the person in charge of this match. He took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke.

　　"I didn't expect anyone would want to sign up on the last day of the competition." The person in charge didn't say anything more and took out a crumpled registration form from his bag.

　　"Good luck to you, there is one last piece, just write it to me after you finish it."

　　Morgos sat down, took the pen and started writing.

　　The person in charge seemed to be drunk, his face was red, he looked at the man sitting opposite him and let out a chuckle.

　　"Those who can compete in the preliminary round until the last night are the best. Just having muscles is not enough... burp..."

　　Morgos frowned, finally wrote down his contact information and put the watch on the table, looking like he didn't want to talk to the person in charge.

　　The person in charge picked it up casually, took a look at it, stuffed the registration form into his bag, and then took out a number plate from the bag.

　　"I'll come up when your number is called."

　　Morgos took the number plate and disappeared into the crowd. He found a corner and sat down and started watching the game on the stage.

　　He had previously understood the rules of the competition and knew that this kind of competition was not formal and illegal in the interstellar world, not to mention whether the players abused drugs to win the competition.