Novel & Cerita Goku Black Pictures

His eye sockets were slightly deep, and his eyes were a profound ink-black—calm, they were like an ancient cold pool; when stirred, they surged with world-destroying malice, his entire body shrouded in a faint black aura. A faint black light glowed at his fingertips as he slowly pressed them against the crown of the man kneeling before him. The man was half-kneeling on the ground, his upper body bare, his chest and back covered in hideous wounds with torn flesh. Faint scars remained deep in the wounds—he was the very man who had fought fiercely with Amelia earlier, resulting in mutual injury.

Now they could only try their best to withstand the attack while hoping they could still live. "Black turtle forbidden technique, Black hole swallows the world!" Just as they had exhausted all their strength, a man's voice suddenly rang in their ears. And when they listened more closely, a figure appeared in front of them as they fell, and the man raised one hand, opening a black hole that absorbed all the attacks from the evil man. "What?"

Two shadows entered without a sound or warning. The door closed again. Riko froze. His body suddenly felt cold. He raised his head and saw them. Their gazes were cold and indifferent, like executioners ready to strike at any moment. "Ah...!" The two women almost screamed. But... WHOOSH! Black Garuda moved like lightning, delivering two precise strikes to the backs of their necks. "Uh...!" Their bodies instantly went limp and they passed out. Seeing this, Riko panicked. His hand instinctively reached for the pistol beneath his pillow.

her annoyed "Don't put yourself in an unhealthy friendship Kyler, you don't even know what that guy is thinking!" Gordo Kyler looked at Gordo with disdain, "Come on Gordo, you just want to show your good image here. I don't want to tarnish Mizuki, just want to take a photo of me with her eyes. Because I had seen Mizuki's face without any hair blocking it, Alan also just want a photo of the face of that hairless Mizuki! And I have no interest in fucking that girl Gordo, I'm a far cry from that rotten attitude of yours!"

I jump when I see him. Prime Alpha Nikolai Blackwell. And he looks grim. Deadly eyes of his rolls down to size me up, face flat and expressionless, and his hair covers a large part of his forehead. And he's shirtless. He's sweating. He must have been exercising. I swallow a large lump that hurts my throat. My thoughts spiral. He's exquisite, wearing a grey pant that reveals his packed bulge. His bare chest carries a dark ink, spreading from his chest down to his spine and to his back. A large tattoo of a wolf!