After drawing his lips seriously, he picked up the two snake blades and looked at them in front of the mirror and looked again and again, looking very narcissistic.

However, there was no self-appreciation in his eyes, but a cold look!

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In another larger cabin, there were twenty or thirty men lying or sitting, all looking at the big screen at the front of the room.

There is a newly released action movie being shown inside.

While watching the movie, these men were restless and hugged each other because there were many female companions sitting beside them, basically a one-to-two ratio.

And these men should be the group of people who Yamamoto Kyoko invited to board the boat before.

A strong black man said disdainfully while holding his hands up and down: "What is Yamamoto's team doing? Let us come out later and let us go back later. What an international joke."

"The Sun Temple is also a silly story. I really don't know when the two sides will fight." Another strong man said, and while he was talking, he kissed the girl next to him.

The girl's expression was obviously a little listless, but she still forced herself to cater to the other party with a smile. After all, these girls are all Oriental. In the past two days, their small bodies have been tortured by these strong black men.

In the corner of this large box, there was a black man who didn't look so strong. He was wearing a tight combat suit. In the past two days, he had never touched those girls. Even if those women took the initiative to throw themselves into their arms, it would not arouse his interest. Obviously, this person is an alien among this group of people.

At this moment, his eyes slightly froze, looking at the projection screen ahead, with an elusive smell in his eyes.

And at his hand was a long cylinder, which had been in the cloth cover and had not been opened since he got on board.

"Christan, I have known you for so long, and I have never seen you touch a woman." At this time, a big white man walked over with an oriental girl in a bikini, and then pushed the girl into the arms of the black man named Christan.

The girl also said coquettishly, wanting to greet her but rejecting her.

However, Christine stretched out a hand and blocked the woman.

So the white man became even more depressed: "It would be fine if I said you didn't touch a woman, but you didn't even touch a man. What is your orientation?"

"Raberi, shut your mouth." The Christan finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, making people sound very uncomfortable.

"Okay, I'll shut up, who made you better than me?" said the white man Rabery, glanced at him, and then whispered in Christan's ear: "I heard that this time, in addition to our group of people, Ares, the God of War, is here."

"Is the God of War Ares here?" A touch of emotion finally appeared on Ksritan's ancient Jing Wubo's face.

"I finally saw an expression on your face." Rabery said proudly.

"Since Ares is here, the masters of the Temple of War should be here too." Christine whispered.

"But, haven't Ares been seriously injured by the sun god Apollo?" he added in confusion.

"You can recover if you are injured." Rabery said.

"But Ares suffered a very unusual injury at that time. He had a serious abdominal injury and almost all his arms were wiped out." Christine said.

Rabery curled his lips: "Come on, you said the same thing as you saw with your own eyes."
Chapter completed!