When Golden Horn went down the mountain, all the beasts screamed and the sky was filled with auspicious clouds.
She has a very quiet and cold face, with the ends of her eyes slightly raised, nonchalantly, like the snow that never melts on the top of a mountain. When ordinary people see her, they always think that she is a cold and indifferent daughter of some family, and they are afraid of disturbing her even if she breathes heavily.
Only the goblins in the mountains knew that this king could break mountains with one punch and flatten the sea with one kick. He was a peerless gangster with unparalleled martial arts and extraordinary brain power.
Golden Horn had no interest in "going to town", she was just hungry.
Then, at the top financial dinner in the imperial capital, she smelled an extremely alluring aura.
The owner of the fragrance is Yi Jiaming.
The most unfathomable person in power in the financial circle of the imperial capital, with gold-rimmed glasses, as gentle as jade, and a smile like a compassionate Buddha in the temple, but he can make people bankrupt while talking and laughing.
Jin Jiao walked over and pushed him against the deserted corner of the terrace with an expressionless expression.
She moved roughly and sniffed the side of his neck very lightly, her cold voice showing natural dominance:
"You smell delicious, come with me."
She thought she had captured a docile and well-behaved mortal by force.
She doesn't understand the twists and turns of love in the world, she only knows how to protect food. She used the coldest face and spoke the most ruthless words to draw him into her territory;
She saw him inadvertently blushing because of her, saw him push up his glasses to hide his panic, and thought to herself: Mortals are really weak, they blush at the slightest touch, so you have to watch more carefully.
Until one time, Jinjiao was ambushed by a cultivator, and she casually prepared to punch the opponent's soul to pieces.
The man behind her, who had never said a harsh word before, suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her behind him.
The sky was full of black air rising out of thin air.
Yi Jiaming stood in front of her, his suit was flat, and his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were filled with dark fire like an abyss. He crushed the opponent's head with one hand, like crushing an ant.
He turned around and met Jin Jiao's calm and stunning eyes, Yi Jiaming laughed softly.
He pinched her slender chin, pressed the little beast that thought it was a hunter into his arms, and sprayed hot breath into her ears:
"Your Majesty, you have seen all my trump cards, you have to be responsible for me..."
Small Theater
At first, the beasts were very disdainful of the mortals brought back by the king:
"My lord, he can't carry it on his shoulders or lift it with his hands. He's useless except for his good looks!"
"That's right! Wearing a glass plate every day to pretend to be blind, why not take supplements!"
Later, late at night in the Yi family's penthouse apartment.
The beasts squatted outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, collectively covering their eyes and shivering.
In the room, Mr. Yi, who was usually gentle and polite, had his shirt half-undressed and his tie tied the king's groping hand to the head of the bed.
He lowered his head and kissed her little golden horn almost devoutly. His voice was so low and hoarse that he seemed to want to eat her into his belly:
"Who did you go out to fight with again today? Huh?"
"Your Majesty, no one is allowed to look at it except me."
Jinjiao tilted his head, his face still as cold as an immortal, but he raised his slender neck extremely obediently, revealing a few pointed little tiger teeth: "Okay."
——She thought she was the overlord who descended from the mountain to rob women, but she didn't know that in the eyes of the most advanced hunters, the best bait is the hunter himself.
Purpose: Protect nature, respect heaven and earth
