If you wear it fast, you will return the scum

The surface of the card is smooth and unmarked, and the surface is sealed with a plastic film, but the so-called smoothness is only a relative term. Since there is a printing, it will naturally have flaws.

Wen Fei moved his finger on the card twice, and guessed the face of the card.

kid.

Zhan Zhuyan was telling him that the woman named Gu Biao was just a little ghost showing off her might on the surface, and there was a big ghost planning strategies behind her.

He has always been smart, seeing that he understood, Zhan Zhuyan took the cards back and stuffed them into the pile in his hand. "I can solve it." He leaned close to Wen Fei's ear, and he only needed to go one step further to kiss his earlobe.

Wen Fei pressed the corners of his lips, frowned and hid to the side, but was grabbed by Zhan Zhuyan.

"I miss you." He trapped Wen Fei within an inch, his nose almost touched his ears, and his voice was somewhat sexy in a serious voice: "Do your eyes still hurt?"

"Thanks to you, it's much better." Wen Fei raised his eyebrows, and said, "You've finished your condolences. If it's over, I'll go to sleep."

"Okay, you sleep." Zhan Zhuyan leaned over and kissed him, hugged him and lay down: "I will accompany you."

Wen Fei tried to break free, but she didn't break free, so she followed him.

The soft quilt and the embrace of his lover let Zhan Zhuyan's tense nerves slightly relax, and he leaned close to Wen Fei's side almost obsessively, breathed out the breath that smelled of him, and fell into a short sleep.

Wen Fei captured a slight benefit from being blind - he didn't need to face the face, or he wasn't ready.But when he was finally able to fall asleep, he fell into a deep nightmare.

When Zhan Zhuyan was awakened by Wen Fei's dream, she found that he was sweating profusely and struggling beside her.The lights in the forbidden room illuminated Wen Fei's face pale, he uttered confused and broken words, his limbs struggled, like a drowning person desperately resisting the attack of death.

Actions were faster than thoughts, Zhan Zhuyan immediately pulled up the quilt to cover the two of them tightly from head to toe, pried open the teeth of Wen Fei who was unconscious and tried to bite his tongue, and stuck his fingers between them.

The sharp teeth crushed the flesh on the bones, showing off the pain, but he didn't pull his hand away.

He embraced him from behind, fixing Wen Fei within the range of his limbs.

Wen Fei, who was trapped by the nightmare, had already woken up, but his consciousness was not sober. Zhan Zhuyan's hug made him subconsciously stiffen his body and made a defensive posture.

Zhan Zhuyan asked him in a gentle and calm voice as much as possible: "What did you dream about?"

Wen Fei pursed her lips, and answered him: "A dark room, blindfolded, no light."

"What else?" Zhan Zhuyan's fingers did not pull away, and he was still careful to prevent him from hurting himself again.

"People from Orsenk..." Wen Fei couldn't help opening his mouth and retching when he said this, but his stomach was empty except for the pills he had taken before, and he couldn't vomit anything.

If words were knives, Zhan Zhuyan would have died thousands of times by now.But even though he is alive now, his heart seems to be pierced with thousands of holes.

When Wen Fei fell into extreme fear, he moved away the hand he had bitten and covered his eyes.

Wen Fei shook violently, and said hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Zhan Zhuyan pressed his chest against his back, trying to speak to him in the most peaceful voice: "Those people are dead, the entire Osunkli people were burned to death. They can't hurt you anymore."

The familiar breath and body temperature made Wen Fei's tense nerves relax a little bit. On the one hand, he wanted to crawl into that embrace for a while, but on the other hand, he refused to approach him because he was showing off his face.

"Zhan Zhuyan, do you know? Sometimes I really hate you." Wen Fei seemed to be accusing, but also sighed, and he said to him word by word: "I wish I could throw you into prison, so that you can be imprisoned." You taste my suffering. I can't see the light, and I can't see the future. I go back and forth day after day, waiting for you to come to me, and I turn from expectation to disappointment again and again."

"I hate this sub-personality, and I hate that his arrival has brought back my fear... Sometimes, I would rather be the servile Xitamu than Wen Fei trampled by thousands of people."

Zhan Zhuyan didn't speak, he knew that Wen Fei really wanted to release, release all his anxiety and fear.

Why didn't he hate himself, hated himself for being powerless at that time, hated himself for being the only way to do so, hated himself for being the chief culprit of all these sufferings.

"I really want to kill me, and I really want to kill myself." Zhan Zhuyan's breath spewed out on the side of his neck, drowning him like a scorching frenzy: "If there is, I will be the one who sent it in." Not you. You are my little sun, and you will live under the rising sun for the rest of your life. Even if you will never be able to have you, as long as you can live happily under that side of the sun, it is enough for me."

"Then you will die." Wen Fei sneered and said, "This is an unsolvable proposition. You are from the Zhan family, and you have to work hard to get back the Islay, and I am Tao Ran's nephew. When it was passed on to me, I was doomed to have no stable life."

"Then what if I never come to provoke you?"

"There will be others to provoke, maybe it's your younger brother, maybe it's your older brother, there will always be some people who don't have a good eye and want to get the news out of me." Wen Fei took his hand away, turned Turn around and look at him.

There was only a faint light in the bed, enough for Wen Fei to see his outline clearly.

Just like before, Wen Fei wanted to hit him when he saw this face.

Hatred, resentment, and 16 years of loneliness have accumulated in Wen Fei's heart, becoming the most serious poison.

Does he love to show off his face? It must be love.

If he didn't love, he wouldn't torture himself like that.

Hate and love coexisted with each other. He once cut this man's throat with his own hands, and once pierced his body with a knife.

He disgusted himself, and he also wanted to disgust this person.

He thought that after taking revenge, he would be happy.But the success of revenge did not take away his memory.

Orsenk's suffering is over. Although he abandoned everything he could, including dignity and arrogance, in order to survive, the pain is still trapped in his soul, accompanied by twitching meridians.

Zhan Zhuyan looked at him with twinkling eyes, those eyes were like two moons decorated with gold rims, enveloping endless love, surrounding him.

"Am I quite useless?" Zhan Zhuyan smiled wryly, and said to him, "You walked so hard, but I didn't bear it for you at all. We agreed to live and die together, but you are the only one who goes through life and death, and I'm like a paddling bastard."

"Have you paddled?" Wen Fei squinted and asked him.

"No." Zhan Zhuyan said: "The closest time I was to death, my whole body was torn in two, and when I was lying in the recovery fluid, I heard them say that I couldn't live anymore, I was going to die. My I couldn't open my eyelids, but I saw your appearance in a half-dream and half-awake."

"Crying like a fool in prison?"

"No, it was the appearance when you agreed to my marriage proposal." Zhan Zhuyan recalled: "The eyes are shining brightly, full of surprise and disbelief, and the pupils are full of me."

"What do you want me to say now? Speaking of Zhan Zhuyan, you almost lost your life. How can you compare to me? I have lost my dignity. Do you want to say that?" After the fear passed, Wen Fei spoke to him in a rare way. Just kidding.

In this confined space, he indulged himself like an ordinary friend, and said these words with a smile on his face.

Because he knows that if the string is taut, it will always break.

He has maintained an invincible posture for too long.

There was a knife hanging above his head, and that knife wanted his life all the time.

In order to survive, he had to force himself to do his best to learn, to pretend, to pretend to be the kind of person he hated and disgusted the most.

When he let his guard down, he needed a breeding ground.

It doesn't need to be too warm, just let him lean on and rest for a while.

"No, I want to say, I regret it." Zhan Zhuyan said: "I regret that I love you, but I can't protect you."

Wen Fei felt a little embarrassed, he refused to discuss this issue, turned around again, turned his back to him and closed his eyes.

After falling asleep again, Wen Fei had another dream.

He dreamed that he was standing on a high cliff, and Zhan Zhuyan was falling to the bottom of the cliff.

And he watched Zhan Zhuyan fall expressionlessly, feeling slightly at a loss in his heart.

With a bang, Zhan Zhuyan fell to the ground.

In the sound of the horn of death, Wen Fei touched his cheeks, only to feel the cold tears.

He knelt down and looked at the body of the man at the bottom of the cliff from a distance, and saw the vultures crowing and falling down, nibbling at his flesh and blood.

Then his heart throbbed, as if the sharp bird's beak was gnawing on his body.

He has always been clear that he hates himself far more than he hates showing off.

What he desires most is not to reverse time and space and start all over again.

He was just too uncomfortable, because when he was in the most pain, the person who kept saying he loved him was not by his side.

Even when Zhan Zhuyan is Jin Yue, say: "I'm here, I'm here, don't be afraid."

That's enough too.

But I couldn't wait after all.

And this almost became his inner demon, lying on his heart, making him unable to get rid of it.

Wen Fei curled up, forming a ball in a posture of resistance to everything, trapping him in his own world, resisting Zhan Zhuyan's attack.

This time in the dream, Wen Fei slept so soundly that he didn't even know when Zhan Zhuyan left the bed and when he left the room.

Zhan Zhuyan was led to walk in the base, he didn't seem to care what was at the end of the road, and he seemed to have seen everything already.

The guard opened the gate for him, and the silver gate opened to both sides. After stepping in, there was a direct elevator to take him down to the third basement floor, and there were new guards to receive him and send him to his destination.

There were about ten people standing in the last room, half of them were nurses, and the rest were supposed to be the confidantes of the man in the middle.

In the middle is a nursing cabin that is long for one person. An old man with white beard and hair and wrinkled face is lying in it. After seeing Zhan Zhuyan, he seems to use his brain to give instructions to the nursing cabin. The cabin door opens, and under him The metal chair was also extended, supporting him who was obviously unable to move.

"Long time no see, General Zhan." The old man probably didn't even have the energy to speak, and these words were sent directly through the sound transmission device fixed on his head.

"Long time no see, General Lyle Heyman." Zhan Zhuyan nodded slightly at him to show respect.His military rank is higher than Lyle's, so there is no need to salute when meeting, just a signal.

Someone next to the nursing cabin took a step, wanting to negotiate with Zhan Zhuyan on behalf of the old man, but was stopped by the old man's look, and retreated angrily.

"I thought you had retired to the second line, but I didn't expect to see you again." Zhan Zhuyan played with his cufflinks boredly, his whole body was upright, and there was only a chair for him to sit down .As soon as he had this idea, someone pressed the button, and a chair popped out from the ground and moved behind him, and Zhan Zhuyan accepted their kindness unceremoniously.

"General Zhan, I'm really sorry to invite you here in such a way, but I can assure you that among the forces looking for you, we are the only one standing by your side." The old man said.

Zhan Zhuyan didn't care about his superficial point of view. In his opinion, mandatory control and imprisonment have surpassed the boundaries of friendship and can be regarded as threats of force.

"The little girl invites you here with such a violent means. I didn't think carefully. I will say her. We Heyman have no intention of enmity with the Zhan family or General Zhan."

Lyle's behavior of calling Gu Biao "little girl" caused a trace of surprise in Zhan Zhuyan's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.He calmly analyzed the old man's words based on the situation, and made the most careful calculations in his heart.There is nothing to be courteous, rape or robbery, Gu Biao has admitted that she was a part of the two groups of warships at the beginning, and now she has borrowed the power of the Heyman family to pretend to be powerful. It is obvious that what Lyle and the group want is his hands. The bracelet on it - the Islay. "mountain, and. 氵, evening"

"It's just that I'm old, half of my body is buried in the ground, General Zhan is so smart, he should know what I want to say..."

Zhan Zhuyan lowered his head and smiled slightly, showing no surprise at Lyle's straightforward style of play.The four major families hold most of the real power in Atlantis, and the resources in the hands of each person in power are very considerable. Once they fall, they will inevitably fall and scatter, and the faction members protected by him will either stand in line or be destroyed.But the major forces are intertwined, and the relationship is one after another, and no one is willing to let go and leave this forest.

Therefore, the best solution is not to watch him die, but to find ways to extend his life, continue to shock other people, and allow this force to be maintained.

"Our informant at Fei's family saw the child you brought back, the child 300 years ago, without life or death, with the same face... I want to become like him..." Lyle's cloudy old eyes bloomed Two clusters of light came out, as if he saw something that he was extremely yearning for, it was close at hand, and he could get it at a touch.

For a moment, Zhan Zhuyan didn't know whether to laugh at him as an idiot for talking about dreams, or to laugh at his lack of greed.Life is limited and human desires are infinite. Whether it is the Islay or the Immortal Flower, they are just the ladder for these people to reach the road of power.