Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

Bei Mu has shed the solemn and tense skin, and put on a prosperous and energetic face.Few people in the street wear gauze gowns. The women who were originally covered tightly all put on tight fashions, showing a graceful and slender figure; , swaggering like a parrot.

A bar opened on the side of the road, and there were voices from all walks of life at the entrance and inside, mostly young people, most of whom were red-faced and screaming, and whistled frivolously at passing girls from time to time.Some of the slutty ones even kissed their girlfriends passionately as if there was no one else around, as if deliberately grandstanding.

The sausage buildings were pushed down one by one, and the water droplets on them shattered into stones along with the rubble.Unfinished buildings were shadowed behind the tall and mighty construction equipment. Construction workers yelled at their workers, adding bricks and tiles swiftly.

Bei Mu is like a terminally ill old man who died of illness, reborn, and reincarnated as a newborn with his memory, and indulged in practicing ideas that could not be put into action before.It seems that spring has come here, full of vitality; but it is full of summer-like enthusiasm, although this enthusiasm seems to be excessive.

The Beimu people are reveling, and there are folk activities celebrating the birth of the new regime everywhere, and the whole land is filled with joy and joy.People sang happily all day and all night, as if they wanted to pour out all the energy they have treasured for many years. This is their most relaxed moment.The Holy See is dead, but the people are alive, and they are still alive and well.

There is only one place isolated from the world, so quiet that only the sound of the fire eating charcoal in the fireplace can be heard.

Song Yaze stepped on the slightly hot dark red floor with bare feet, feeling the warmth.His ankles were still bound by metal, the chains made a crisp sound, and as his movements stopped, he also shut up and became dumb.He had just come out of the shower, and he still smelled of fresh soap, and the carpet still had the marks from his wet feet.

He was wearing a thin shirt, and the blindfold was removed, which made him feel a lot more relaxed; before, his vision was blocked, which made him feel uneasy.These days, he seems to be used to the three points and one line life of bed, sofa, and bathroom.His obedience made Wo Taifu gradually loosen his restraint.

The door lock made a dull "dong" sound. Song Yaze was startled, and turned his head subconsciously. He saw Wo Taifu's chin raised high, his expression cold, and his steps were calm as he walked into the room, just like he did in his daily work.He was wearing a black woolen coat, a suit inside, and a felt hat on his head, which was slightly damp from the melting snow.He looks shrewd and capable, exuding an inherent sense of repression.

He had just returned from a solemn inauguration, having been appointed mayor of the "North Mutt District" of Seaton.Now Beimu is no longer an independent country.

Song Yaze was stunned when he saw him, and asked, "Did you cut your long hair?"

Wo Taifu raised his eyebrows, touched the back of his head, which was a little prickly, and the fireworks jumping in his pupils became brighter, and he said with a chuckle, "Well, I want to try to change it, and get rid of those stupid behaviors in the past. What do you think of my new hairstyle?"

Song Yaze nodded, and said in a firm tone, "That's right. Men should have short hair and look more energetic. It turns out that one is too feminine."

With the affirmation of his sweetheart, Wo Taifu narrowed his eyes with a smile, and looked a little childlike: "It's fine if you admit it." After saying that, he bent down and took off his shoes, and placed them neatly on the shoe rack at the door.He habitually raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand and touched them lightly on his forehead.This is a stipulation in the Northern Muslim Commandments that believers should show respect to shoes, because it separates people from the dusty earth and is a gift from God.

When his forehead touched the cold fingertips, Wo Taifu was slightly stunned. He took off his fingers, glanced at them, and smiled self-deprecatingly, without making a sound.Song Yaze witnessed the whole process from the side, took a panoramic view of his subtle reactions, and said, "You still keep the old habits."

Wo Taifu raised his head and looked at him, exhaled deeply, and said helplessly: "Indeed, even if I burn the gauze robe and cut my hair, it doesn't mean that I can completely get rid of the old habits. Anyone can do superficial tricks." , but there are very few people who can really change their minds. The wine bottle is empty, but there is still some alcohol in the bottle, which is probably the reason."

Song Yaze said solemnly: "It's impossible to completely deny the past, it's what made you who you are today. It will take a long time to completely change."

"Of course." Wo Taifu took off his coat and suit, and only wore thin clothes and trousers that fit his figure.He sank into the sofa tiredly, tilted his head to one side, squinted his eyes and said: "But anyway, I am not so depressed now, especially after having you. I love you, and I am willing to restrain myself a little bit for you, but It doesn't mean I can hold back."

He leaned lazily on the sofa, his eyes glued to Song Yaze's body, and he suddenly smiled playfully with a serious expression: "Come here, let me see how your injury is doing."

Song Yaze sighed secretly, and walked over slowly.After getting closer, Wo Taifu grabbed his hand, pulled him onto the sofa, then roughly tore off the shirt on his body, put his hand on it, and carefully pointed at the welt marks on it, his eyes darkened. After a while, he said in a low voice: "I didn't hit hard today, only a little red. It seems that my strikes are getting lighter and lighter."

He lowered his head, suppressed his physical impulse, and lightly kissed the mark on the kiss, with aggressive sparks in his eyes.Song Yaze felt the wetness on his chest and the licking of his tongue. There was a chill on his back, and goosebumps appeared all at once.

"Flogging is a kind of sexual taste. Everyone has the desire to be masochistic and sadistic, but it's more or less severe..." Wo Taifu pushed Song Yaze down and pressed him down, with water in his eyes, admiring his hands greedily The traces left behind, "I heard that in some places, this kind of taste is still called 'sadomasochism', which is the art of life and the art of sex. Sex itself is the most extreme combination of two people. If you combine this kind of desire Blending together is the greatest joy in life..."

Song Yaze looked disdainful, resisted the discomfort and said: "Can you stop praising yourself so noblely? Is this still called art? As long as one party is unwilling, it is called coercion, which is a crime. You are an abuser, but I am not abused." disease."

Wo Taifu chuckled, tied his hands with ropes, pressed them on the top of his head and said: "This is not sadism, masochism, but human instinct. The pleasure that binds you, whips you and humiliates you brings me , you won't understand. This is the instinct to conquer, especially when the other party still wants to resist..."

He kissed Song Yaze's forehead, and said with self-mockery: "But apart from conquest, I also have love, and love makes me restrain. I think I seem to be living in the cracks. Before, I had to choose between the commandments and love; now I still have to choose between conquest and love."

He untied the rope that was tied just now, rubbed Song Yaze's reddish wrist, his eyes were full of pity and affection: "I chose love twice. I am willing to violate the precepts, and I am willing to endure. Who made me fall in love with you?" A person who doesn't understand art..."

He held Song Yaze's hand, placed it on the part of him that needed to be comforted, and smiled evilly, without blinking his eyes: "Old rules..."

Afterwards, Wo Taifu looked satisfied, he was panting quickly, he had just climbed down from the peak, which made him slightly tired in the aftertaste.He had a triumphant smirk, and his cold mask had already been torn apart by himself.He put his arms around Song Yaze, reminiscing about the tooth marks and hickey marks left on his neck, and his hands were not honest, teasing his chest.

"Now that I'm done, let me wash my hands." Song Yaze frowned, holding back his disgust.

Wo Taifu was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly hugged him tightly, put his hand into his pants, stroked it lightly, and whispered in his ear: "Give me once... okay... I will let you You are happy..."

Just as Song Yaze was about to open his mouth to speak, he suddenly felt dizzy. The picture in front of him was distorted into a ball, and all kinds of colors were intertwined, as if a paint box had been knocked over, making people dazzled.He was taken aback for a moment, and then, a huge surprise rose up. He was looking forward to waiting for the picture to freeze again.

Sure enough, he saw the anti-imperialist, the rescue soldier who fell from the sky.Its belly is bulging, and it seems that it is always wrapped with fragrant and hot juice, flowing in the white and thin skin.Song Yaze couldn't help worrying about it, fearing that its stomach would burst and reveal its stuffing, but felt that it had never been as delicious as it is now.

"You're finally here!" He said pleasantly, his brows and eyes were curved, and his cheeks plumped up with a smile.There hasn't been a smile on his face for a long time.

Anti-imperialist eyes are watery and big, always able to reflect more emotions.It looked at Song Yaze depressedly, its voice was slightly annoyed, and it was hoarse after waking up: "...Why do you get taken advantage of every time I sleep?"

"Can you not use the word taking advantage?" Song Yaze couldn't laugh or cry: "It makes me look like a weak woman. Besides, who made you come so slowly every time! You still love to sleep so much!"

The anti-imperialist put on a posture of crying: "I...I..." It stammered, "I" for a long time, before breathing blackly with resentment: "I'm about to die of anger..."

"Okay! Don't look at me with such sad eyes." Song Yaze smiled happily, and he was in a good mood when he was about to escape, "Don't talk so much, help me escape quickly, I am going to Nanluo, only this last thing is left a country."

Anti-emperor looked at him pitifully, his eyes hurt: "It's all because you thought too much at the beginning!"

Song Yaze was very puzzled by the thoughtless sentence. Before he had time to ask, the colors in front of him were shuffled again, mixed into a mess, as if they had been hit by a tornado...

When everything settled down and the roar disappeared, Song Yaze found himself in a new continent.This was the first time he was exposed to sunlight, breathed flowing air, and heard the noise of the crowd for the first time in more than a month.

Living in the basement for a long time, he felt that it was soft when he stepped on the hard ground.The sun was shining, and the light hurt his eyes, so Song Yaze had to half-close them.How blissful this moment was, that he was finally free.