Sir, don't shoot! [Quick Transmigration]

Morani grabbed Aibo's hand reflexively, but did not resist vigorously.

He lost his balance and fell on Aibo, his breath was short and short, and gradually became weaker.

"It's you?" Ai Bo propped up his upper body with one hand, and the other hand was still tightly around Morani's neck, "If you want to escape, this is not a safe place. What are you doing here? Too long? Are you crazy?"

Facing a series of questions, Morani responded with a silent smile.

He let go of Aibo's hand, hooked his neck instead, and leaned forward to bite Aibo's lower lip.

The tip of Morani's tongue wandered on the corner of his lips, bringing a touch of crisp and itchy.Ai Bo's green eyes were wide open, and his eyelashes fluttered, showing his surprise.Most of the strength in his hand was also vented.

Taking advantage of Abbott's shock, Morani read a prayer and cast a brief enchantment on him.

For Abbott now, all this is just a grotesque dream.

Morani pushed away Aibo's hand from his neck, so that he could lean down and kiss him more deeply.He bit his tongue and the other's tongue, and poured blood into Aibo's mouth.The blood mingled, and a dim gray halo slowly enveloped the two of them. Ancient characters faintly appeared in the floating halo. At first, it was almost invisible light red, and then gradually became bright red.Those bright red characters emerged from Morani's chest, and then all disappeared on Aibo's chest.

Aibo tasted blood in his mouth, as well as the wet and hot touch of Morani's lips and tongue.

This was a strange dream. The slender figure he had watched from afar, the agile and vigorous body that walked freely on the streets of Wangcheng, was lying on him at this moment.Their lips and tongues were intertwined, and their fiery breaths were intertwined.

It's a crime and you should resist.A voice deep inside Abbot said so.

This is a dream, and you should follow your desires.Another voice tried to convince him.

Morani focused on licking and kissing Ai Bo, so that more of his own blood could be mixed with the other's. The corners of his mouth were stained with blood, making him look like some kind of dark race that lives on human blood at first glance. There is a strange breath.

The crimson runes between the two began to glow, and the gray halo surrounding them became warm and bright.This is a spell mark, and with Morani's efforts, the entire spell process is about to be completed.

During the process, Aibo didn't resist much, and he let Morani kiss him. As the spell was gradually completed, his eyes gradually changed from confusion to clarity.

When the last column of characters disappeared, Morani finally withdrew in satisfaction and sighed.

Suddenly a huge force pulled him down, Aibo clasped his shoulders, rolled over and pressed him under him, covering his hot lips and tongue.

If Morani's kiss is deft and provocative, Abbott's kiss is pure invasion and conquest.

While sucking the kiss, it was accompanied by indistinct biting, and the tongue involuntarily invaded every inch of the sensitive and soft mucous membrane, as if declaring ownership, or frantically absorbing the breath of the other party.

Morani was caught off guard and pressed into the bed, and his mind was blanked by Ai Bo's aggressive kiss.After the blankness, there was a tremor running from the spine all the way through the whole body.He closed his eyes and tried his best to cater to him within the maximum range he could reach. He felt the temperature of his cheeks rise sharply, and the position suppressed by Aibo was about to melt due to the body temperature of the other party.

He never dreamed that Aibo would take the initiative to kiss him.

That unsmiling captain of the knights, that opponent who led people to hunt him down, that friend who saved his life... friend?

Aibo also bit his lip to bleed out, but he didn't feel any pain, but only felt a strange sour and sweet feeling filling his chest cavity.

'Mission target Aibo.Albican, the current synchronization rate is 30%. '

'Mission world character Morani.Black, the current character deviation is 0%. '

Aibo finished the rough kiss, put his arms on Morani's side, and panted slowly.He raised a hand, and his fingertips went around the curly black hair, stroking along Morani's cheek.The hand then descended, pressing down on Morani's lean waist, right over the wound he had repaired earlier.

Morani turned his head to the side, and the disordered breath had not calmed down.Then he felt the hand resting on his stomach continue to move down, between his legs.

"Wait—" He struggled for a while, but Aibo not only didn't stop, but also separated his legs with a little force.

Han Mo was stunned.

Memories pass by like waves.Encounters in Wangcheng Square, encounters in the wilderness.

The city where they grew up together, the slums, the two sides fought at each other, and the calculations of Xuanwu and the two-horned snake.

The hibernation cabin, monitoring room, mother system, Xie Yu whose whereabouts are unknown, the look on Xie Yu's face when he looked back at him.

Is this a mission, a dream, a play, or the reality that Han Mo and Xie Yu experienced together?

The memory of being possessed by Cheng Xiao in the last world is still so vivid, those temperature, touch, sound, and the pleasure that almost makes people lose their minds.If those are illusions, then what is reality?

But if those are true, then what is the relationship between him and Xie Yu?

The facial features of Ai Bo, Cheng Xiao, and Xie Yu overlapped.

When Han Mo came back to his senses again, he found that he had been lost and fled outside the door.

There may be only a door between fantasy and reality.He stumbled into the distance stepping on the moonlight, leaving the dream in the low brick house painted with white paint.

The next morning, Aibo woke up to the sound of birdsong.The bright sky outside the window made him squint his eyes unconsciously.

He turned over and got out of bed, his head was aching, and there was a wound on the tip of his tongue that he didn't know when he was bitten.He can bear all these, the most unbearable is the fragmentary afterimage left in his mind.

He vaguely remembered the dream he had the night before, and that dream was too absurd.Choosing madness between rationality and madness, the sense of loss of control made him uncomfortable.What happened in the dream didn't seem like what he would do.

Even so, he had to admit that apart from being absurd, that dream was also quite sweet.

He shook his head, dispelling the taboo thought.I plan to visit the central square later before the patrol team is on duty.Just as he was about to wash up in the backyard, a shiny metal product under his feet caught his attention.

He was taken aback for a moment, then recognized the thing, and couldn't help swearing.

"damn it."

That shiny silver object was the Hidden Blade that the Assassin always carried with him.

Ai Bo came to the central square with a sullen face, taking it for granted that the cross pile was empty, and Morani had disappeared.

"Captain, why did you come so early? We were just going to report to you..." Several knights surrounded the stake with annoyed expressions. "We were too careless."

"It's not your fault, it's my negligence." Aibo said, with a calm tone without emotion. "You guys are going to gather people, investigate the footprints, check the household registration, and investigate whether there are other losses in the town."

As a result of the investigation, the only loss in the town was a military horse and a medicine box.

That horse is a steed, galloping from late night to early morning, it can run no less than a hundred miles.It will not take more than a week to run all the way from the border to Wangcheng.

In the royal city a week later.

Many shacks were randomly built in the noisy alleys.Hawkers, butchers, witch doctors, beggars, swindlers, pickpockets, slave traders, and ordinary citizens crowded shoulder to shoulder and jostled each other in this natural market place.

The air was stagnant and stagnant, mixed with various smells.A few soldiers of the royal city guard covered their noses and squeezed through the crowd, posting notices on a wall that was so dirty that its original color could not be seen.

The wall has long been occupied by a pile of messy papers, some of which are faded, and the handwriting has long been blurred, but some of the content on the paper is still legible.Several of the papers contained the same content. It was a wanted warrant, offering a reward for an assassin with a high reward.

The picture on the arrest warrant shows a handsome black-haired young man. Even his messy hair can't hide his exquisite appearance, but the combination of his facial features gives people a gloomy impression, and his slightly upturned lips look like To provoke any passerby staring at the portrait.

"It's really badly painted," murmured a passing drunk, apparently displeased with the portrait. "My lord, things like this shouldn't be posted in the fairs."

He threw away the empty wine bottle in his hand, staggered forward and reached out to tear up the portrait.

"Stinky beggar, what are you doing? That's a notice posted by order! Do you want to openly disobey the Pope's will?" The guards shouted immediately when they saw this.But the drunk didn't seem to hear what he said clearly, looked back for a while, and continued to move his hands.

The soldier stepped forward and grabbed the back collar of his dirty clothes, trying to drag him to the ground, but his hands were empty.The drunk walked erratically, bumped into the soldier staggeringly, knocked him staggering, and nearly fell backward into a puddle of sewage.

"You bastard!" The guard who made a fool of himself was furious, raised his fist to greet the drunk, but he slanted his body to avoid it, and was inexplicably lost.

"Damn it," spat the soldier.

"What do you care about with an insane alcoholic? Come on quickly, we have a lot of work to do, and we don't have time to make noise here." Another soldier turned his head and waved his hand all over Waiting for the notices to be spread to every corner of the royal city, he urged impatiently.

The soldier who was about to roll up his sleeves for a fight with the drunk was reluctant to stop. Before leaving, he turned his head and looked at the drunk who was still standing by the wall several times.

The drunk guy had dust and grime on his face, drooping eyelids, a messy beard and hair, probably another homeless wretch with no job or wife.Such people can be seen everywhere in the royal city, and it is really not worth his precious time to waste.

A few soldiers pushed and shoved the people around them to leave the back alley.

The drunk stood blankly by the wall and watched them leave, still clutching a few pages of rotten paper he had just torn off.

He smiled, and his eyelids, which had been drooping listlessly, finally opened.He was dirty all over, and his appearance was not striking, and he was forgetful, but his eyes were impressively beautiful amber.