Beast

For Cuenca, this alone was not enough. After the two of them took a breathless rest, Cuenca turned around and wanted to continue-but Perrault did not agree.

"It's ok, I'm not ready to go any further." Perot leaned against his chest and quickly sat up from the bed.He just unbuttoned the clothes and trousers the whole time, not even taking them off completely, so it was easier to tidy up.

Kunka quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

Kunka felt that this was not a good opportunity to stop abruptly, not to mention that he finally understood why Perot wanted to find him so unhappy. Perot was jealous, jealous.

It's just that the expression of this emotion took too many turns, and Kunka couldn't understand it for a while.

"You should tell me that you like me too," Cuenca said, his tone and expression were very serious, "If you did, I would definitely not bring that group of people in."

"I wasn't sure if I liked you or not." Pero glanced at Cuenca, but decided not to sleep on his arm, but found a pillow to prop himself up, and lit a cigarette.

He thought about it, and confessed, - "That's why I want to talk to you."

"What are you talking about? About me liking you or you liking me? I've finished talking about myself. I've liked you for a long time. If I have to tell you a time, it's probably the first year I've known you." Kunka laughed hoarsely , took off Perot's cigarette and put it in his mouth.

In Cuenca's view, they have finished talking with actions and are now in the best situation.Love each other, you and me, and when Perot is ready, he can hit the gas and hit a home run.

And such a relationship is not only beneficial to the two of them, but also the best explanation to the outside world.What could be more convincing than the combination of two major partners in Pu Sai Wan?This is called a strong alliance, and no one doubts that Pu Sai Wan will be divided.

The only thing to overcome is the embarrassment that I treat you as a brother but you slept with me-but this is nothing embarrassing in Cuenca's view. He has slept with more than one colleague, but Perot took the longest time and had the closest relationship. That's all.

Seeing that Pero didn't respond and quickly recovered that expression of bitterness and hatred, Cuenca didn't force him, touched his mobile phone to check the time, then turned on the camera and took a picture of Pero.

Perot was horrified.

"What are you doing?!" Pero grabbed Cuenca's hand violently.

"I'll take a picture for the desktop." Kunka said brazenly, "It's not that you don't have any clothes on, so it doesn't matter."

"That won't work either!" Perot said and was about to snatch the phone over. He was extremely sensitive to things like taking pictures, not to mention his disheveled appearance.

Of course, maybe not only him, but taking pictures is terrible for most drug dealers.

But Kunka smoothly switched it to the other hand, and then threw the phone on the table.

Pero wanted to go over Cuenca to get the phone, but Cuenka hugged him, pulled it down and pressed it against his chest, and refused to get him up.

It's strange to say that they have looked at each other countless times before, some for a long time and some at close range, but none of them was as dreamy as this moment.

Just looking at each other for a while, without Kunka taking the initiative, the two kissed again.

Perot is really good-looking. What Cuenca said just now was not a joke.Anyway, even if he came back to live, he would have to go to his own site for a walk every now and then.He can look at the photos when Naperot is not around, which is always more intuitive than the phone.

Pero's mouth was full of the smell of Cuenca, and he also hugged Cuenca's neck tightly until Cuenca turned over again and pinned him down, with his hands resting on his ears.

"I know what you're worried about, Pero." Cuenca brushed his hair away, frowned and looked into Pero's eyes, "You are very possessive, and you believe that my nature is hard to change."

Perot smiled, he didn't deny it.

"Then you can give me some time to prove it," Cuenca said, "just like people outside give us time to prove that we are better than Yushan."

Perot froze for a moment.

It seems that not only he has been chasing Cuenca all night, but also Cuenca.

But it was not only Perot and Cuenca who were comfortable, but also poets and lovers.Moreover, these two fighting beasts have much less to consider than the owners, and the development to this stage is much more natural and faster.

At this moment, the lover is lying on the bed, waiting for the sweat on his body to slowly recede.The poet got up and took a little cocaine to refresh himself, and then gave the lover a cigarette.

"How long has it been since you did it?" Love Saint took his cigarette and asked.

The poet narrowed his eyes and recalled, "It's been more than half a year for the latter words, which is quite a long time. I used the former words last month. I know a good place, and I will take you to try it next time."

"I feel it, you were in pain just now." Love Saint said and stroked the poet's back.

The poet said it's okay, but it's been too long and I can't get used to it, and I don't know how to cooperate.

"You don't need to cooperate, you've done a good job," Qing Sheng said considerately, "It's better than anything I've ever tasted."

To tell the truth, poets are fond of lovers.Lover seems to be able to praise each other everywhere, even if he knows that he is not sincere, but the listener will still feel happy.

Love Saint said that he didn't know what the rules are here, and every time he found a place, he was not reliable.Seeing that you have a lot of venues, I should be called a rolling pin by myself. I don’t know why the tragedy of toothpicks and cups is staged every time.

The poet said that it was you who were cheated, "You don't understand the language, it's natural to be cheated, next time the driver dad will take you on the road."

Speaking of this, the poet is also a little curious - "What about you, how long have you not lived?"

"It hasn't happened since I came out of the beast market." Qing Sheng said, "But you also know that the mutual play in the market...isn't interesting."

The poet agrees.At that time, when he was in the market, he would relax with others in the toilet or dormitory when he was exhausted, but this kind of relaxation-he never felt very happy.

Sex without emotion is empty, even if you need to release the throbbing in your body from time to time, but Lover goes to those places much less often than Cuenca.

And just as he told Lover, he didn't use the back very much, it came from his own bad sex experience, so even now, if he didn't have a good impression of the other party, he wouldn't agree to it.

But for Dou Beast, it is too difficult to develop a good impression of someone.It's not that their feelings are different from ordinary people, but that they are limited by their social circle.

They follow the owner most of the time, and the people they can meet are either security guards or enemies or friends of the owner.These people not only kept a distance from the fighting beasts, but also died without knowing which day.

It was the same when we were in the fighting beast training camp or the sales place. Everyone had the mentality that they would be separated anyway, and they would never see each other again if they were killed. Naturally, it was difficult to have mutual affection.

But even so, the poet is still curious - "Do you have someone you like?"

After all, in the eyes of the poet, the lover is very handsome.He is good-looking, can talk, and has strong abilities—no matter which aspect—then even if he doesn’t take the initiative to like others, others will lean towards him.

Everyone is in their 30s and [-]s, so even if you start with a hit, it's hard to say whether other ideas will arise spontaneously.

This time it was the turn of the lover to think, he thought carefully for a while, then nodded, and said - "I have, I have."

"Who is it?" the poet asked, and after asking, he felt that the lover would not answer.Fighting beasts must be clean, and it is not a wise choice to be honest with others about your weaknesses.

But Qing Sheng didn't hide it, and answered honestly—"It's also a fighting beast."

The poet was a little surprised, and couldn't help asking—"Then have you seen it now?"

The love saint shook his head, and the next moment the poet knew why the love saint didn't hide it at all, because - "He died a long time ago, and I beat him to death in the beast training camp."

There is no need for the love sage to tell the beasts and wrestlers. The poet also guessed that he could beat the opponent to death in the training camp. This is the only case.

In order to ensure the quality of the fighting beasts produced in the training camp, there is a large-scale gladiatorial fight every year.Draw lots to match each other, and finally eliminate half of them.

This is also why each fighting beast is extremely expensive, and the price advertised does not only have one life.

They may be friends, comrades-in-arms, or even lovers before the gladiatorial fight, but after entering the iron cage, all fighting beasts will abandon human emotions and force themselves to transform into real beasts.

The poet has also experienced this baptism. He still remembers that he almost lost his life in the first gladiatorial fight.He was beaten half to death, and he couldn't even see clearly.He had already given up, but God actually helped him again, allowing him to catch the flaws in the opponent's defense and blind the enemy's eyes.

That's how he narrowly won the battle.

He drank the blood of his enemies and cut off their heads.Then he knelt by the ink pool and asked the priest to stab the medal for him.

This is the first time, and there will be many more after that.As they defeated more and more people and became stronger, the battle between them became more and more fierce.

The lines on their bodies are their achievements, and every time they defeat an enemy in the future, they can add another one until there is no blank space on their bodies, and then they become priceless treasures.

He looked at the densely packed totems on the lover's body, and asked—"Which one is it?"

Love Saint also looked down at his chest and arms, "I don't remember."

I killed too many people, and I didn't want to remember too many opponents.When all human emotions return to the body, the memory is not something worth cherishing, but the past that I wish I could get rid of quickly.

"I'm sorry," said the poet, "I shouldn't have asked."

"It's okay," Lover hugged him and kissed him on the face, "it's not a taboo that cannot be mentioned."

This is indeed not a taboo. When the weakness disappears, the desire of the heart can be used for small talk.The poet also liked people, but his liking was only a touch of goodwill.But before the goodwill deepened, the fighting beast was chosen away.

At that time, the poet felt very sad, but now, compared with the lover, he may still be lucky to some extent.

"So if one day I want to fight with you, you - let me do three tricks, I don't like to use guns." Love Saint tried to ease the atmosphere and made a joke.

"Cunca and Pero should not be enemies." The poet said, "Even if they can't be together, they are still brothers. Even if there is a war one day, one side will leave first. I don't think they are enemies with each other. determination."

Love Saint stared intently at the poet as if he had heard a speech that made him curious.

He studied the poet's expression for a long time, and after confirming that it was the literal meaning, he responded slowly—"Well, but if Cuenca goes to see Saga again, I can't guarantee what my owner will do. "

The poet suddenly turned his head to look at the lover.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't surprised. The poet really didn't expect the love saint to enter the role so quickly, and he didn't even speak the language smoothly, so he instinctively knew to send someone to follow his partner.

The poet has always been good at following this trick, but he has not sent anyone to watch Perrault and Love Saint these days.This was his general idea—after all, Kunka believed in Pero very much, so as long as the owner said it, the fighting beast would follow suit.

But it seems that Love Saint's way of doing things is not the same.

Perrault picked out a bully.

"You're right," the poet pursed his lips, agreeing with Lover's words, "so your owner should also keep a distance from Mario. I don't mean anything else, I just want everyone to be safe."

After finishing speaking, the poet took the lead in ending the topic.

He put the spoon to his nose again for a while, took a few deep breaths, rubbed the tip of his nose, and asked—"Are you still coming? I don't think anyone will raid tonight."

"I think so too." Love Saint opened his hand and let the poet lean over—"Two more times will do."