On the wide flat deck, the helicopter slowed down its spiral and descended slowly. When it landed, it occupied less than a quarter of the small deck area.
"Mr. Brando."
When the door of the plane opened, a man with a crutch stepped out, and the man with outstanding appearance and noble elegance stepped out. Everyone on the deck bowed their heads to him and called out to him in a very respectful tone.
It can be seen that Brando still has the prestige he deserves in Dark Terror.
But the bow weapon, which had been aimed since landing and had never been folded, also showed how much of a threat and precaution the people here had against him.
"Miss."
The person who turned on the phone came over, nodded to her, and said, "It's time for us to go down."
Miss Yan nodded, rubbed her still dizzy head, and stood up from the horizontal seat. As soon as her feet fell, she realized that she had been put on black high-heeled shoes, with a dotted diamond on the back of each heel.
Composed of white roses, inlaid on top.
Although this was a very unique and extremely elegant pair of shoes, the height still made Yan Xiaoyu a little insensitive. He raised his head and asked the driver, "Where are the shoes I was wearing before I fainted?"
"Miss..." the driver answered hesitantly, "your pair of shoes can no longer be worn because of the battle. Besides, if you are dressed like this and wearing those shoes..."
As he said this, Xiaoyu hurriedly lowered his head and looked -----
Only then did she see that she had been changed into clothes at some point. This clothes was none other than the black tight-fitting dress that Brando dressed for her before going out. She had too many discussions with Brando along the way.
She was so focused that she never noticed.
"Who changed it for me?"
she asked.
The driver didn't answer, either because he didn't feel comfortable answering or because he didn't feel the need to speak more.
After asking, Xiaoyu also regretted it, because it was obvious that no one dared to enter this box without Brando's order. And on the entire plane, except for Brando, they were all men. He knew it with his feet.
Apart from Brando, no one else changed her clothes.
I glanced down and saw the strapless bra style on my shoulders. It had a different feel from the way I had wrapped my chest specially for fighting...
Her expression changed unnaturally, and she felt extremely depressed!
Even her underwear was changed.
The underwear straps were also removed.
Not only that, in order to match the waistcoat-style tight black dress, her breast shape was adjusted...
There is no doubt that this must be adjusted by hand.
How the breast shape is adjusted, and what kind of close contact is required to adjust it, is known to all women who have worn underwear.
It's obvious...
Got touched all over.
Sighing, Yan Xiaoyu suddenly felt in his heart that countless grass and mud horses began to gallop violently over and over again...
"Okay. Get off the plane."
Standing up and putting on high heels, Xiaoyu said, "Come here and help me. I'm not used to walking in these."
"Okay miss."
After saying that, the driver stepped forward, picked up her umbrella, used it as an intermediary, placed it across the middle, and started walking with it.
When he reached the airport, he jumped out quickly, opened the umbrella for her, lay on the ground, used it as a step, and lowered his head.
The movements were done in one go, without any pause, and it was obvious that he was very skilled.
This capitalist treatment method of slave and master completely made Xiaoyu look stupid. It was also the first time that he realized that Jane had always been this image in the Black Horror Brando. Her original gentleness and kindness were obviously too disguised.
He jumped off the plane, stepped forward, walked very slowly towards Brando, and finally stopped beside him, his eyes slowly scanning everything about the submarine battleship, his eyes clear in the dark night.
And the moment she got off the plane, everyone's eyes began to focus on her.
It's like looking at a novel creature, full of curiosity, full of prying eyes, but also a little bit of fear.
"It's so beautiful." Brando said in her ear, "You are still the most suitable for such an outfit."
"It's most suitable if you feel comfortable." Xiaoyu looked sideways at her, lowering the brim of her hat so that others couldn't see her expression clearly, "Brando, I neither like my current, so-called beautiful dress, nor do I like it.
It is a violation for others to hide and touch my body without my consent."
"You are so innocent when treating others, why are you always on guard against me?" Brando smiled impatiently, continued to whisper to her, and asked, "Do you think you can continue wearing the clothes you have fought in?"
Keep it on your body...or do you think discoloration is also a kind of beauty?"
This was a simple reminder of how many people she had killed during the kidnapping, and how many people had dyed her clothes and changed the color, causing a chill to rise around her.
"You can remind me," Xiao Yu said displeased, "I have hands and feet, and I can change them myself."
"I thought after a few days of getting along with you, you would have a preliminary understanding of me." He smiled quietly, and Brando's eyes were as gentle and soft as on the plane. "I can't stand any dirt on myself, let alone any dirt."
, to you?”
His eyes were as gentle and soft as those on the plane.
With a bit of light and a bit of depth.
That look was sincere and not false at all.
At least Xiaoyu felt in his eyes that in his eyes, she was a holy and indestructible existence.
Her heart was inexplicable. Under his eyes, she suddenly felt very strange, because she never thought that one day, she, who was considered the most cowardly and useless by many people, would be considered the most flawless and perfect by one person. Moreover, this
The people are extremely good.
She sighed softly, and suddenly she no longer wanted to blame him for changing her clothes, because after all, when Brando looked at her, she had never seen lust or desire in his eyes.
Ding, not at all.
"Welcome--welcome, our young master---!"
When the two were silent, a strange laughter suddenly sounded from the deepest part of the deck.
Even though his tone was pretending to be cheerful, he still couldn't hide the inherent gloominess in that person's voice and tone.
*****qian****mo************mo******************Original first release****
Dear friends, Merry Christmas! Did you go out to get high? There was a traffic jam on the way home from get off work today and I got home a little late, so tonight is the second update. I will rush out and update again before twelve o'clock.
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