Chapter 224 War Correspondent Marco

At this time, Hancock has completely fallen.

From her perspective.

Weir is simply a person who does not dislike his status as a Draco slave.

Don't be tempted by your own beauty.

He has been protecting and helping himself in his own way.

How could this keep her from being tempted?

How could she not be bound?

Now Hancock looked at Weir and felt extremely shy.

There are so many people outside on this bed.

In the eyes of others, does this count as already belonging to him?

This is progressing too fast~ I... I still want to experience falling in love...

"Wei... Wei~ Can we go slower? Isn't this too fast~ I, I am a little uncomfortable with it..."

Hancock said intermittently.

Her delicate appearance makes her look like she could squeeze water out of her mouth.

Too shy to look at Veer.

But she couldn't move her head, so she could only look to the side.

Who wouldn’t be confused after seeing that little woman’s posture?

This scene made Will dumbfounded.

What happened again?

What happened again?

What did I do that was so outrageous?

What does slower mean?

Too soon?

Not used to it?

Don't hurt me!

Although I know you may be thinking about some emotional process again.

If you think about it, you will definitely be able to figure it out in your head.

But this cannot be said!

You worded it inappropriately!

If this is not done well, I will not be punished by justice.

Can Lei Li review it for me immediately?

Is this a brain-filling monster?

It's all made up by the brain.

Weir's concerns are not without reason.

Rayleigh and the others outside also heard Hancock's not loud voice at this time.

Everyone's faces were stiff.

Then slowly turned his head to look at Rayleigh.

This is what you said, are you relieved?

Do you want to hear what this is about?

What level of treatment would allow someone to say such coy words?

That tone didn't sound like he was being treated at all!

"Lao Lei, what do you think about this matter?"

Marco frowned.

At this time, the discussion between the duo became the key to appeasing people.

Marco's admiration for Weir just now has not yet subsided.

So all of a sudden, he didn't deny it directly.

There is still a certain basis of trust in Weir.

And what about Raleigh?

When he heard Hancock's words, he was already a little panicked.

A thin layer of sweat can already be seen on his forehead.

Although I was quite panicked.

But he still pretended to be calm and said.

"Don't worry, everyone, don't worry, this should be Will recognized by Hancock."

"It's okay, it's okay. Wildu didn't interrupt the treatment, that means it's okay."

Hearing this, Lao Ma couldn't hold himself any longer.

"Yes! Everyone has heard it. He must have recognized it, but the problem is! The tone of voice when he just called that beast's name, right?"

"Also, that kid didn't interrupt the treatment. Isn't that nonsense? Who would interrupt it? Just listen to this sound, do you want to interrupt it? Just interrupt it!"

Marco pointed out the problem sharply.

He told Reilly on the spot that he was a big man.

Destroyed, isn’t this really ruined?

Old man, I'm a little panicked too.

Isn't that kid really a beast?

Wouldn't that poison be abnormal?

How else could Hancock make such a tone of voice?

This is totally inconsistent with her character!

Completely different from her character.

"Old Lei, now I want to hear your understanding of slower, too fast, not suitable."

Marco was like a war correspondent at this time.

A real-name interview with our burly old man.

He also used the immortal flames to create a microphone shape in his hand in a very ritualistic manner.

The snort hit Rayleigh's throat...

Soon, Rayleigh adjusted himself and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Pretending to be calm again, he said: "Well, it's easy to explain."

"You also know about Will's treatment. It's very rough! So it's reasonable for Hancock to be a little uncomfortable."

Hearing this, even Marco applauded him.

good!

Very well said.

He is worthy of being a victim.

You are an experienced veteran.

Usually the Lao Ma I see are the Lao Den who hate the Will-o'-the-Wisp boy.

My eyes were opened today.

Old Den.

When did you run away from poker?

The circus is looking for you, right?

Gotham is now in panic because of your disappearance, right?

It’s okay if you don’t have hatred.

He was also sent to the boy's bed.

After sending her off, you still left your daughter there with him.

Now when you hear this, you can still cover for your teenager.

OK OK.

applaud.

Everyone stand up!

The conversation between the two.

Jean Robin also frowned.

But when she thought of Weir's appearance, she quickly felt relieved again.

Worried that Vail is doing something inside?

You might as well worry about whether the world will explode today...

At this time, Vail.

Listening to the system prompts ringing in my head again, my eyes lit up!

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 30,000 negative points! ]

Thirty thousand!

Although it’s not much.

But this is just the beginning.

It hasn’t even started yet!

Hancock heard the voices of Rayleigh and Marco outside.

He received thirty thousand.

If the treatment really starts, won’t it take off?

But now Will really doesn’t dare to say much.

Whatever I say can be automatically adapted by her.

Every extra word I say may cause the situation to get out of control.

Speak less, you must speak less.

Just maintain the current status quo.

There is no need to pursue a higher upper limit.

If you don’t do it well, it will collapse again like before.

The main reason is that he can’t guess Hancock’s thoughts at all.

It’s right to be cautious.

But he still has to tell Hancock about this treatment process.

Thinking of this, Will leaned down slightly.

He can’t let people outside hear his treatment process.

He still hopes that their words can affect Hancock.

But when Hancock saw Will leaning over to her!

Her head immediately started to smoke!

Her eyes also became those silly and cute eyes.

Her breathing became very rapid.

What did he want to do?

He didn't want to kiss me, did he?

Why... why did I just tell him to slow down.

He sped up instead?

Is he afraid that I would run away?

How could I run away...

No, what should I do now?

He was about to touch me.

Should I close my eyes?

Thinking of this, Hancock quickly closed her eyes.

Her eyelashes were trembling almost like Rayleigh's Parkinson's...

Will:? ...

Huh?

"Rayleigh, your breathing has become louder, what do you say now?"

Off the court.

Marco held the microphone and pressed it against Rayleigh's lips, asking expressionlessly.

And Rayleigh?

He couldn't say anything except taking out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat frantically.

At this moment, the new King of Sweat is born...

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