Trembling

After Dostoevsky's mind went blank for a moment, he carefully looked at the hot boy in his arms.

The boy fell asleep on his side, his skin was fair and smooth, and his limbs were well-proportioned and slender.

His appearance is so delicate, anyone who sees this appearance will understand that this young man must be the darling of the Creator who loves and indulges him in every possible way.

The milk-blonde short hair was softly attached to the ears and cheeks, and it became a bit messy among the pillows and quilts.The slender pale golden eyelashes under the bangs trembled slightly, and then, the angelic boy opened his hazy eyes.Just like a red gem that has been carefully carved, even if it is covered with dust, its brilliance cannot be concealed. This haze when not awake adds a bit of vulnerability to being plundered by villains.

The young man was not surprised that there was a young man with black hair, purple eyes, pale complexion and gloomy eyes beside him, climbing up and rubbing towards his master affectionately like every morning.

Tosi was embraced.

The soft blond hair rubbed against the nape of his neck, and he could hear the comfortable whirring sound of a small animal.

This coquettish stickiness is no different from when the other party was still his own chipmunk.

The young man was holding a large humanoid pet in his arms. All the previous thoughts about Raskolnikov's coping methods after turning back into a human were wasted under the dominance of the owner's possessiveness at this time.

Keeping human pets does not seem to be a troublesome thing.

He has countless ways to brainwash this child and turn humans into existences no different from pets.

But is it really necessary...?

The young man's hand landed on the milk-golden head to rua a few times, and those purple eyes suddenly became sharp.

——Well, I checked the feel, it's my own Raskolnikov, that's right!

"Huh?" The young man seemed to be gradually waking up, and made a blank nasal sound.

He opened his eyes again, subconsciously looking for something, and then——

Four eyes facing each other.

Those red eyes went from dazed, to blank, to surprise and flustered: "Huh?!"

The black-haired young man lay quietly on his side watching his own mouse's performance.

Then unexpectedly, the boy stretched out his hand and pinched the young man's cheek, and suddenly smiled happily: "I have transformed back! Can I wear your spare clothes, Fei Jia?"

"Oh? Why? You are not my chipmunk now, Raskolnikov... No," the young man smiled dangerously, "Surther."

"What's the matter?" The boy sat up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed generously, went to open Dostoevsky's suitcase, skillfully put on the other's spare underwear, and then wore it like a sneak Children in adult clothes, whether it's a white double-breasted top or trousers, don't fit very well.

He had no choice but to roll up his sleeves and roll up his trousers, and then stepped barefoot on the ground of this small broken hotel, bouncing lightly, and even twirled around to show off: "Look!"

The dangerous Russian youth sat up from the bed, took out the pistol under the pillow, pointed the gun at the blond boy, and pulled the safety catch without hesitation.

"You seem to know a lot of things you shouldn't know." The young man smiled, and there was no warmth in his purple eyes. "Join the rat of the dead house, or die with a secret—I'll give you a chance to choose."

Sister leaned over with a grin, sat on the edge of the bed, and took the initiative to hold the black muzzle between her brows. The smile in her eyes was neither fearful nor arrogant.

"I have to go back to school." The blond boy smiled gently, "You are welcome to come and play with me, Fei Jia."

Eyes met again.

"Don't you understand death?"

"Probably understands." Even Millesian, who was revived from death by crossing the boundary between life and death countless times and then fought to the death, knew death better.

"Have I allowed you to call me Fedya?"

"Because this is the blessing I want to offer you."

Calling Russians by their nicknames keeps them from being taken by the devil—so nicknames are a blessing.

The blond boy under the gun was like an angel, smiling gently.

That smile seems to be able to tolerate and wash away all the sins of human beings in the world.

Fyodor had never seen anyone like this.

He decided to let the little pet live for a while longer.

The black-haired young man put down his pistol. He was already sleeping in his clothes. He got up and picked up the coat on the hotel chair and put it on.

"I'm going back to Russia, pack my luggage and follow me."

Thurse: ...

Sister's smile froze at the corner of her mouth.

"You don't think I'll let you go, do you?" Tosi looked down at the blond boy who was beaten like a small animal who dared to be angry and dare not speak out after being bullied miserably, with a deep and powerful smile on his lips. A bit distorted, vicious and sick, "You are my thing, of course you have to go with me - it's a matter of course."

Sese looked at the skinny black-haired young man with unrequited love, took out the belt from the suitcase, and came to the bed.

A shadow was cast in front of Sese, he raised his head and looked suspiciously at the young man holding a belt as if he could pull it off to hit someone in the next second, and decided that if the other party attacked first, he would definitely hit this weak guy until he lost his memory on the spot !

Dosi raised his hand to support Sese's chin, and buckled the belt around the boy's slender neck.

Thurse raised her head with a blank face: ...

The young man took out the folding knife from his pocket, and began to carefully transform the black leather trouser belt into a leather collar according to the boy's neck circumference. Finally, he took the metal plate and tracker from the Shushu special collar that fell beside the pillow. Came down and hung on a new collar.

"Well, it's all right." After carefully and quickly putting a new collar on the puppet Shushu with superb manual techniques, the black-haired and purple-eyed young man put away the knife with a satisfied smile, "Now you can pack your luggage. I'm going to wash up."

Numbly listening to the other party stepping on the wooden floor of the dilapidated hotel into the wet bathroom, humming a relaxing little tune that is sure to win with ease amidst the sound of water.

The delicate blond boy hooked his fingers around the rough leather collar around his neck.

There was a slight crisp sound when the small metal plate collided with the tracking locator.

I always feel that the other party's attitude is so natural... I don't know the reason for the rejection.

Sese got off the bed in a daze, put the young man's suitcase on the bed in a daze, and put the other party's computer, tablet charger, self-made equipment, wallet, handgun, and gun neatly in the suitcase.

Then he stood by the bed with nothing to love, and began to think about the meaning of his behavior of waking up early, putting away his transformation weapon and falling asleep.

The pale young man with wet temples came out of the bathroom, looked at the packed suitcase on the bed and the empty-eyed young man next to the bed, and the smile on his lips suddenly became sincere.

He went over and rubbed the little head of the humanoid chipmunk whose family seemed to be in some kind of confusion.

"Packed up? Be good, let's go."

Thurse is currently a little difficult to judge the status quo.

How should I put it, it doesn't matter if it's a chipmunk or a human, in essence, he is a Millesian elf who doesn't belong to anyone, and the collar around his neck is just a non-threatening decorative equipment.

Going back to Bingsheng to study or going to Russia to play... From a more fundamental personal preference, of course it is more enjoyable to go out and play than to go back to a human school!

But he still seems to have a lot of things to do in Bingsheng and Yokohama...Forget it, he will also draw the two-way teleportation magic circle in the attic of his home. It shouldn't be a big problem to go back once in a while in Russia?

Sese carried the suitcase and followed the young man downstairs.

The obviously ill-fitting clothes that were exactly the same as those on the young man attracted ambiguous gazes from the front desk boss.

"Guest, you are registering for one person." The boss with a mischievous eyebrow rubbed his fingers, "Two people will be charged as two people if they live in a single room."

"Ah, it was my negligence. After all, it happened suddenly." Mr. Tuo smiled, admitted the boss's indescribable misunderstanding, put three times the house payment and the room card on the counter, and then raised an index finger ambiguously , "There is no need to refund the deposit, please keep secret about my cute flower branch mouse."

"Squirrel?" The boss greedily looked at the overly delicate boy who looked like a little prince or elf in a fairy tale, and accepted the hush money, "It's obviously a canary. But don't worry, I'm not a talkative person. —but it's not safe around here, sir."

"You are such a kind boss. Goodbye."

"Come on, Raskolnikov."

Thurse: ...

Walking out of the hotel, Sese chased after Tosi: "Fei Jia."

"Ok?"

"You know my name is Seth!"

"No, your name is Rodion Romanovitch Raskolnikov."

"You have to recognize the reality...forget it, I think you understand." The blond boy sighed softly, "I don't mind what your name is...but even if I went to Russia, I would occasionally go back and Morimachi has something to do."

"Oh? What do you want to do?"

"Isn't it normal to keep in touch with family and friends?"

"..." Tosi stopped in his tracks, looked down at the innocent young man subtly and dangerously, and asked maliciously, "What if they are all dead?"

"The lifespan of human beings is indeed short, but that will have to wait until decades later." Sese raised her head, smiled refreshingly, and looked at each other frankly and fearlessly, like a brilliant light confronting a deep night , "If it's an accident...my family and friends are quite powerful, I believe in their strength."

Tosi looked playfully at this young man who seemed to have no idea and ran away with him: "So you can understand what I mean."

Sese pretended to be stupid and smiled, and even tilted her head cutely and winked at the young man who was cute, innocent and cute.

"It's really interesting. You should know what kind of person I am, but you still followed...not because of fear, nor after...what is your purpose?"

Of course, because traveling with you is as extraordinary and exciting as an adventure!

Leaving the world of Erin, who has been struggling all the time, the peaceful order of modern society is not bad, but... the daily routine of sleeping in class is always lacking too much inner flavor!

"You're so smart, you must have guessed it soon, Fei Jia. Speaking of which, I don't have a passport to go abroad yet. Sure enough, it would be better to get one?"

"What dull and inefficient idea are you talking about, Raskolnikov. The fastest way is to hitch a ride."

"It's obviously a smuggling. I really doubt whether you have a house to live in Russia. We don't want to live in a snow-capped mountain with black bears, do we?"

"Huh? You said a good idea."

"It's too much, you are my pet owner, can you be a little more responsible?"

"If you know that I am the owner, you will be obedient."

"Wow, what a poor and domineering speech, I live in a villa in Namori Town!"

The black-haired young man took off the white felt hat on his head and covered the chattering blond-haired boy's head, covering the other's overly eye-catching appearance.

"Then let your oil-digging father come to Siberia and build a palace."

Thurse: ...

What about your dignity as a BOSS and owner!

How could he still count on his own mouse and his father!

Although Gilgamesh might be happy to give him the appearance of building a castle with his good friend Enkidu!

Sese gave a thumbs up to Mr. Tuo who had accidentally proposed a brilliant idea, and his serious face was full of admiration!

"good idea!"

The author has something to say: Mr. Tuo: My mouse is so rich.

Sese: Even if you slept together, it’s not your family [Cruel and heartless

Gilgamesh: I am rich, miscellaneous cultivator!Look at what poor thing you put on this king's master! [takes out the gold collar]

Enkidu & Thurse: ...As expected of you.

The days when the manuscript boxes are getting more and more abundant are really happy...

But it's still a problem with the list. I can't add more qwq

感谢在2020-02-1412:00:00~2020-02-1512:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the grenade: Ming Ruo, Oo Dida Xiong oO1;

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