"Originally, I didn't take it so seriously, but your words reminded me that if Lu Ming is really a handsome man like you, he would definitely not waste it in vain!"

Putting Feng Chenglin's appearance in a man is a top-notch existence.

As long as it is a little bit of sexual desire, it will definitely not be wasted in vain.

"But Luming didn't..."

At the beginning, Ling Luoyu hadn't noticed anything wrong.

But when things are clarified bit by bit, and then going back to the past, it is a bit scary and intriguing.

"If you think about it now, when I was in contact with Hurry, I didn't realize that he has any special hobbies in male sex. Even though the head guards around him are all white and beautiful, they are just good-looking. , They don't have the air of powder on their bodies..."

People who are born good-looking men can radiate an unusual aura from their bones.

People like Ling Luoyu can see the clues at a glance.

I didn't think it was wrong before, but now I'm watching it, and she really missed it.

"The people around Luming are really just his attendants, nothing more...not what we thought, they were his favorite..."

Feng Chenglin understood what she meant: "San Shao, you mean, that guy... isn't really a good-looking man?!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Then this is not right, he is obviously the impunity of the gods, this is something everyone knows, and it is not our own guess, this is everyone recognized..."

"Even if it's the impunity of the divine lord, you don't necessarily have to be a good man!"

"With the power and strength of the God Lord, as long as the man he likes, regardless of whether he is good-looking or not, he can get whatever he wants..."

As long as the **** is willing, then the bend can be broken for you, and the straight can be broken for you.

Everything is just a game of the gods.

Feng Chenglin's whole person is not well, and he thought of the worst possibility: "If this is the case, wouldn't Lu Ming block the Divine Master very much."

A very normal man, but being oppressed by the Lord, alive, becomes his imprisonment. Whether physically or psychologically, it is a shame for a man! !

"...That's why Lu Ming hates so much... God Lord!?"

Feng Chenglin's words were a little stubborn, even he thought it should be, but...it was difficult to accept.

As a man, if the guess is true, he can fully understand Lu Yu's pain and despair, as well as his current anger and hatred.

"Seriously, if it was me and went through something like that, I, I might not survive this today... I would have been so mad at myself, or ashamed to commit suicide in order to preserve my innocence and dignity! !"

For men, the head can be broken and the blood can flow, but the dignity cannot be lost.

Especially the dignity of being a man.

As a straight man who couldn't be more normal, he would never allow others to bend himself.

This is more uncomfortable than killing them.

"This kind of life is not as good as death is torture for men. If it is true, how did Lu Ming survive?"

Feng Chenglin could not as well voluntarily fill in the 30,000-character yellow text in his mind.