I Was Once a Legend

"Add." All the chips on the table were bet on the game, and Mr. Mo looked at Lin Hangzhi, who was already sweating profusely, with one hand on the table, and now the five fingers of that hand, Already lost to him.

But he was not in a hurry to collect the spoils, it was not yet time.

Lin Hangzhi swayed, staring at the upside-down cards on the table, his eyes were bloodshot, his expression was so ferocious that he completely lost the appearance of an intellectual in the past, and he was completely a desperate gambler who lost his mind.

This time, Lin Hangzhi gambled his entire right hand.

Corberos silently presided over the game, and he began to distribute the community cards. The first three cards were revealed, namely the Q of Clubs, the 2 of Diamonds, and Xiao Wang.

The broken red wine bottle was left unattended, and the aroma of the wine filled the entire chess and card room, reminding Corberus of the misty smell of hookah in the master bedroom.He lowered his eyes to look at the young man from top to bottom, but there was still reverence and admiration in his eyes, and his thoughts suddenly returned to a few years ago.

After being brought back to the casino by Mr. Mo for a long time, Corberus was not by his side.

The young man who stretched out his noble hand to pull him out of the mud seems to have forgotten this bought slave. Corberus was taken to the security team, and after a short training, he became a thug.

He couldn't see the person who gave him his name again for several weeks, but the shadow left in his heart became more and more clear.

It wasn't until the sixth week when he came to the casino, No.30, on the night of nine days, a guest who lost all his belongings couldn't accept such a result, and had a dispute with the croupier.When Corberus arrived, the mad man was trying to escape, and the croupier who was injured by him fell to the table holding his forehead, blood dripping down his fingers.

Amidst the screams of men and women, Corberus was as strong as a cheetah. He grabbed him, pressed the man's arm on the gaming table, took off the Persian scimitar from his waist and the scimitar he had been in for several years, and raised the knife with his hand fell, and cut off his left hand.

"This is your punishment for violating the rules of the casino." Amidst the man's screams, Corberos grabbed his other hand and pressed it on the table in a flash. The blood-stained blade shone coldly, and cut off his right hand.

"This is your punishment for hurting the dealer."

After shaking off the blood on the tip of the knife, Corberus no longer looked at the man lying on the ground writhing in pain. He looked around, and all the people he caught sight of, whether they were gamblers or employees, took a step back involuntarily.

"I hope that everyone here can abide by the rules of the casino, so that everyone will be happy. We are doing business properly, and we don't want to see blood, right?"

Half an hour later, Corberus was changing clothes backstage. Just as he was thinking about how to wash the blood spots on his white shirt, the supervisor found him and said, "The boss wants to see you."

So he was taken to the private elevator and went up to the 23rd floor. After 38 days and [-] hours, he finally saw the owner who gave him hope and new life again.

Only a few small lights were turned on in the bedroom. In the dim light, the young man was leaning on the recliner, smoking a hookah.The ornate hookah bottle on the table is gurgling, and the curling smoke is sucked into the mouth along the hose, swallowed into the lungs, and finally floats out from the nose and lips.

He was facing the window, looking at the bustling lights outside, leaving only a profile of him.

Corberus hesitated at the door of the bedroom, and finally walked over with very light steps. He knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, stared at the dark red carpet, and didn't even dare to breathe.

"You scared all our guests." After a long time, Mr. Mo finally said softly. He tilted his head and lowered his eyes to look down at the man who seemed to be lowering his head into the dirt. There was a hideous scar on the back of his neck , the solid muscles on the back bulged because of this posture, supporting the black suit like a rock.

"What's your name?"

"Corberus, master." Corberus raised his head. He looked up at the young man. The laziness between the corners of his eyes and brows, the light color of the two tear moles, and the reddish lips were all in line with what he had in mind. The appearance overlaps.

At that time, Corberus did not understand the feeling that had risen slightly in his heart, which was called admiration.

Mr. Mo nodded, and he took a deep puff on the hookah again, and said in the curling smoke, "Go to Hughes to get your reward."

Until Corberus left, Mr. Mo kept the same posture without moving. He seemed to have completely melted on the comfortable recliner, staying alone in the luxurious room, smoking a hookah, looking at the outside world. world.

Extremely lazy.

When Dong Zheng kissed him, Cui Zuojing was not even willing to lift his hand. Now he just feels so tired even moving his fingers. If possible, he really wants to lie on this comfortable sofa forever , Nothing to do until old age dies.

When did exhaustion and disgust quietly appear on him, Cui Zuojing no longer wanted to think about it, and wanted to take back the fragments?Anyway, it's not something to be in a hurry, let's rest for a while and talk about it tomorrow.

Dong Zheng's warm lips fell on his forehead, the tip of his nose and the corners of his lips, but Cui Zuojing didn't bother to give him any response, so he just lay motionless on the sofa, letting Dong Zheng's movements become more and more excessive step by step.

【Enter the city of endless pain through me】

The reward given by Mr. Mo was to promote him to be the captain of the security team. Now Corberus has the opportunity to board the elevator once a week and report to him.

Corberus cherished this opportunity very much. The master rarely came down to inspect in person, so every seven days, he only had ten minutes to see him.

Corberus did things neatly and without sloppiness. The casino was extremely stable under the supervision of his murderous god. It has been a long time since then, but Corberus hoped that one or two people would show up to break the situation. In such a situation, he needs some turmoil, some things that can be talked about, so as not to repeat the words "everything is normal" every time he reports.

He wanted more attention from his master.

During the No.11 week when he came to the casino, Corberus climbed to the top floor to report the situation as usual, and after knocking three times, he gently pushed the door open.

Mr. Mo had just finished taking a shower, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed in a bathrobe, stepping on the carpet with his bare feet, while his personal maid, Angela, was drying his hair.

Noticing Corberus at the door, Angela's subordinates paused and inadvertently pulled the young man away. Mr. Mo frowned and didn't scold him, but said, "Are you going to tear me bald?"

"I'm sorry master, I didn't mean it." Angela stuck out her tongue, hurriedly lowered her head to concentrate on her work and didn't look at the captain of the security team with dark honey-colored pupils, her face flushed imperceptibly.

She has been with the master for many years, and has been his personal maid since she was 14 years old. If there is no big mistake, the master will not criticize her.

Korberos saw all of this. After bathing, his skin was slightly pink, and the water droplets dripping from the tips of his black hair rolled down his neck into the depression of his collarbone, and finally slipped into the neckline of his nightgown.Holding the towel, the girl ran her fingers through his hair. She did something wrong, but she still managed to escape any punishment like a pretty child.

She can get so close, she can touch her master like that, she can talk to her master with ease.

Inexplicable emotions surfaced in his heart, like countless tiny bugs, gnawing at his heart with their mouths open, making him clenched his fists tightly, and the base of his tongue was sour.Corberos has never felt so clearly what jealousy is.

How much he thought that the person who was with his master was himself.

"Corberus?" Mr. Mo finally looked at the man who hadn't come in. "What are you standing there for?"

Korberos' fist that was clenched so hard that his joints were rattling was suddenly released, and the call of his name instantly soothed him.He walked over steadily, knelt down on one knee beside the bed, and said in a deep voice like before, "Master, I'm here to report on last week's situation."

No one knows what kind of waves have been stirred up in this man's heart.

Except for himself.

Wang Que stumbled into the black room and fell to the ground. The feeling of jealousy was so strong that she, who was almost inexperienced, didn't know how to deal with it.She knelt on the ground and arched her body, tightly clutching the clothes on her chest, her nails digging into her flesh as if she wanted to dig out the heart that was constantly squeezed with sour water.

She is jealous of all people who are better than her, jealous of all the beauty that shines brightly, and jealous of everything that can't be obtained.

She remembered the bloodshot eyes of the bunny-headed girl in the illusion of the roof during the U.S.-Soviet hegemony test. After the incident happened, she looked down on Tan Qiuyu from the bottom of her heart and felt that she was extremely disgusting.

But now, why did he become like this?

Tears poured out and hit the floor, transparent worms quietly appeared beside her, spreading at an astonishing speed, and soon crowded around Wang Que's feet, crawling up her legs, almost submerging the girl in the ground In the translucent insect swarm.

They waved the fine tentacles in the breathing holes, and crawled towards Wang Que's face. Half a minute later, the first insect climbed up Wang Que's cheek. Its soft and cool body stretched out, trying to cover Wang Que's eyes.

More and more bugs joined it, forcing Wang Que to close her eyes tightly, layer by layer, preventing her from opening them at all.

As long as you can't see it, you won't be jealous, right?

【Enter the pit of eternal misery through me】

Since then, every long night has become a torture for Corberus.

His youthful and robust body spoke of his needs and desires. Hot blood flowed through his body, bringing restlessness to every cell. He tossed and turned, and it was difficult for a person who could fall asleep quickly just by sitting anywhere.

It is never a shameful thing to comfort oneself and relieve desire, but whenever Corberos secretly thinks about the young man's eyebrows and body, everything becomes so sinful.

It was the master who had saved him, the noble one should not be polluted by the mortal world, but he was hugged and kissed by him in fantasy, he made a small pander to him, and praised him in a hoarse voice.

The more you can't get it, the more you want it, and the more you want it, the more empty you are.

Corberus did not know when such a day would end.

He still reports the situation every week, and cherishes the short ten minutes, but every time he looks at the young man, he always pays attention to the carpet fluff protruding from the gap between his toes uncontrollably, imagining that if he is caught by this How would it feel to step on a pair of feet, will those lips with hookah mouth be as soft as imagined when kissed?Will the master's tail tone that is always slightly raised when he speaks bring a different flavor?Will the body that never exercises is not considered healthy, get tired easily?

Countless thoughts like this filled Korberos' mind, making his breathing involuntarily hot. At this time, he could only lower his head, struggling to suppress the longing in his heart and body.

If the master knew that he had such obscene and disgusting thoughts, he would probably kill him.

Every time he thought of this, Corberos felt nothing but bitterness.

——If you ask for it, you can't get it.

In the purple room, Cui Zuojing half-opened his eyes, but it was difficult to focus his sight on Dong Zheng's face, passing over the man's shoulders and looking at the empty ceiling.

After a long time, his hand gripping the sofa tightened suddenly, his knuckles blanched slightly, as if trying to escape something, but Dong Zheng grabbed that hand and pressed it on top of the boy's head, interlocking his fingers. (Dear reviewer, is that just two hands, or two hands raised above the neck)

A passionate kiss fell on Cui Zuojing's lips, and no one could break free in this cage.

【Through me, enter the crowd of eternal doom】

The author has something to say: I am going to take the sixth grade exam! (the fourth time……

I also wish the babies who take the exam today all the best!