Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 212 Are you testing me with this?

When standing on the ring, Cheng Yan no longer had the slightest desire to fight with the person in front of him.

The gorgeous and formal silver-white clothes, with black belts cleverly tightening the chest and arms, make people want to raise their hands to grab them and see what beautiful scenery is underneath.

The translucent blue pendant on her chest was still glowing, and the drooping tassels swayed slightly in the wind.

Cheng Yan's mind went blank for a moment, and his eyes moved upwards to meet Dotore's face. The silver, black and blue-gold mask covered his ruby-like eyes, and when he looked closely, he could only see the smooth and perfectly curved jaw.

He would lose consciousness if he took another look at it. Cheng Yan shifted his gaze in embarrassment, his breathing becoming heavy.

Today’s Zan Zan… was so handsome that it touched his heart.

The only way for Cheng Yan to keep his brain clear was to stare at Dotole's neck with his dark pupils. But when he looked closely, he found that the decoration on the neck seemed a little different.

Cheng Yan tilted his head slightly and looked more closely, seeing clearly what was being worn around Dotore's neck.

It looks like a...black...neck ring?

But the look of this thing, with its black leather and metal trim, makes it look more like...

Collar!!!

Cheng Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he looked at Dotole opposite him in a panic, his hands and feet were so flustered that he didn't know where to put them.

How can you wear something like this?

This kind of thing is enough for him alone to see!

Cheng Yan's breathing was tight, his breathing was not smooth, and his face turned red.

With tears in his eyes, he looked pitifully at Dotore opposite him.

It’s too much. Zan Zan used the beauty trap.

There's no point in fighting. He wanted to surrender immediately.

Cheng Yan pursed his lips and stared at the person opposite him with great grievance.

He was now so weak that a gust of wind could blow him down. He could no longer concentrate when he saw Zanzan's face.

There were dark lines on Dotore's face under the mask as he looked at Cheng Yan's red face and drooling expression.

There was some excitement in my heart, I couldn't tell whether it was excitement, excitement or something else.

But seeing Cheng Yan's intense reaction to his appearance, Dotole felt an indescribable sense of relief in his heart, as if the person in front of him was completely in his pocket, and would only follow his emotional reactions and only look at him.

the other side.

On another arena not far away, Tartaglia scratched his head with his fingers, looking at the slender woman in front of him.

"Well, can we get started?"

His wrists moved involuntarily, and Tartaglia began to look forward to fighting with the executive woman in front of him.

Sandone stood on the ring with her back tense. In front of her was her opponent, but she turned her head and kept observing the reaction on the other ring.

"We've been watching them for so long, and they've already met. Are they going to take my Xiaojiu away next?"

Sandoni already knew that Xiaojiu was not actually a human being, but a robot that had been modified by Dotore and had the ability to transform and had extremely high combat power.

Although he was reluctant to admit that his favorite Xiaojiu was created by Dotore, Sandone finally fell in love with Xiaojiu's soft and cute face.

To be fair, Sandoni had no ill will towards this boy who looked very much like Xiaojiu, but considering his appearance, Sandoni was still worried that he would take Xiaojiu away.

However, there seems to be room for change in this matter. Her Majesty the Queen actually intends to let this young man of unknown origin take the position of executive officer.

Sandoni was even a little happy when he knew this. If this young man became an executive officer, then perhaps he would stay in Zhidong and Xiaojiu would not be taken away by him.

Sandoni clenched his fist and pounded it on the palm of his left hand. "Hehe, it's decided. In order to keep the lovely Xiaojiu, from today on, I will get along well with this person and make him admit that I am Xiaojiu's godmother. This way, I can keep Xiaojiu forever!"

Tartaglia had been waiting for quite some time against this inattentive opponent, and his voice rose a little.

"Who do you want to get along with?"

Sandoni then turned to look at Tartaglia, "Don't ask questions that don't concern you."

The thin, white, and slender fingers moved, and Sandoni pulled one corner of his mouth, revealing a somewhat morbid smile that was completely inconsistent with his appearance.

"Now, I, your opponent, please pay attention and don't..."

The words suddenly paused, and Tartaglia felt a sudden chill on his back.

His sharp reaction allowed him to turn around and dodge quickly. The next moment, this somewhat elusive woman appeared where he had just stood.

"Don't die."

Sandoni turned his fingers over, revealing a sharp needle-like weapon clamped between his fingers.

"But you can rest assured that I won't use any weapons to deal with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared again on the spot. Tartaglia vigilantly made blocking movements, and the blood around him began to burn.

A faint laugh escaped his lips, "Then I look forward to the famous executive officer broadening my horizons."