The invulnerability of fast wear

Re-entering the flower pavilion, the man has fallen asleep leaning against the riding rail.

The light at dusk was like golden oil, unreservedly passing through the veil, pouring hazily on the man's resolute silhouette, and dyed the neckline of the inner lining of the black robe with an inch of fiery golden yellow.

He is so quiet, peaceful, and stable at the moment, like a stone statue that cannot move at will, can be smeared, occupied, and manipulated at will, and will never resist.

Yan Song knew that time was running out, but now he was reluctant to give up for a moment.

His hands with smooth nails sneaked under the book, touching the man's not-so-soft abdomen inch by inch, but at this moment, he was restrained.

Even though he had never seen the man's eyes under cover, Yan Song could still imagine the inconsistency in this man's expression.

"Sweet potato." The man asked in his nice voice, "What are you hiding in your sleeve?"

The strength on the wrist gradually tightened, but Yan Song was no longer afraid - he didn't even answer the man's words, just said:

"I know the master has been watching me."

The increased force on his wrist trembled slightly, and Wu Xie's eyes widened under the covered eyes. If the system hadn't repeatedly claimed that he was the unique invisible existence in this world, Wu Xie would almost have thought that Yan Song could see the system.

"I also know what the master wants to say." Yan Song kissed the man's neck almost reverently, "but unfortunately, the master is not a weasel catching mantises—and I am."

Before the tenderness of the abdomen dissipated, it was instantly replaced by a sharp knife point, followed by the sound of ripping open the belly!

The dripping blood quickly seeped through the heavy-colored black shirt, and Yan Song heard the man's uncontrollable screams, followed by the crisp sound of the wrist bone being broken!

But he didn't hesitate at all, instead he reached out to touch the place where the man was cut open. After a moment of daze, he laughed nervously:

"Killing you seems easier than I thought..."

Touching the man's pale cheek with his blood-stained hand, he leaned over to listen to the man's weak cries of pain and suppressed urges, heavy and scorching panting intertwined, Wu Xie was because of pain, and Yan Song was because of excitement.

"Do you know, that's what I wanted to do to you the day you used the heart-cracking Gu." Yan Song hastily licked the blood on the man's cheek, like a hungry traveler licking precious honey, " Your blood is sweeter than I thought, be good, don't move..."

He inserted his hand along the wound, and Yan Song heard the other party's subdued trembling sounds that seemed to be crying, but his heart was filled with joy and comfort. The feeling of hunger that lasted for half a year was finally filled by something, which made him pity and compassion Looking at the man who had no resistance, her tone was full of coaxing tenderness:

"I won't let you die, how could I let you die so easily...Wu Xie, I will treat you the same way you treat me."

Wu Xie felt a chill run down his spine.

He woke up when Yan Song came over. Ruanjin powder really didn't have any effect on him. The system also said that Yan Song had a sharp knife hidden in his left sleeve, so when Yan Song touched him with his right hand, He wasn't that vigilant, he just wanted to catch someone and teach him the trick "Praying mantis, cicada, oriole behind", but who would have thought that the knife on the left sleeve of this man suddenly changed to his right hand, and he performed a show for him in the blink of an eye. Broken belly, the pain is really sour.

Although the system quickly gave him a local anesthesia, the lingering pain seemed to linger in the neurons he hadn't had time to paralyze, spreading from the abdomen to all the limbs and bones, causing cold sweat to break out on his back.

"Ding, [Pollution Yansong] progress value +1%, current progress 81%"

"Ding, [Pollution Yansong] progress value +1%, current progress 82%"

"Ding, [Pollution Yansong] progress value +1%, current progress 83%"

……

Yan Song, who made his hands and mouth full of blood, was actually more terrifying than him, a real belly-breaker. The most perverted thing was that every time Yan Song tasted his blood, his progress value would be increased until this person was sure that he was dead. Putting Heart Ripper Gu into his body, the progress value finally stopped.

"Ding, [Pollution Yansong] progress value +1%, current progress 90%"

Now Wu Xie doesn't care what kind of God's development this is, he is only worried about whether he will die.

"If the healer dies during the task due to external force, the system will give the healer an extra chance to rebirth, this chance is only once, please use it with caution." The system calmly reminded, "The host's blood supply is currently insufficient, and the heart-cracking Gu has already stopped. Activated, blood is being supplied, the host will not die for the time being, please rest assured."

No, I'm not worried at all!

"Didi, please pay attention to the host, the OOC value is decreasing; Didi, please pay attention to the host, the OOC value is decreasing-"

The familiar OOC value collapse prompt rang in his ears, and Wu Xie, who was shocked by Yan Song's perverted behavior, realized that according to the personality of the original owner, he would definitely not just sit here and be manipulated by others, and immediately he pursed his thin lips. , Immediately enter the state of Biaoxi.

Yan Song was immersed in the wonderful experience of wantonly possessing the other party, at this moment, a huge force suddenly grabbed his neck, perhaps because he was too angry and surprised, this force actually knocked him directly into the flower pavilion. On the raised stone table!

The incense burner and tea splashed to the ground, and the soot and blue water flowed from the white jade to the outside of the sarong. The panting person completely ignored the serious injury in his abdomen, and only tried his best to suppress the person under him.

"Ha, ha..." Amid the disordered breathing, the man finally found his hoarse voice, "You did a good job, I underestimated you."

The young man whose neck was stuck tried his best to lean back. Hearing this, he laughed, but soon, the laughter was mixed with the sound of coughing, and his broken wrist slowly wrapped around the back of the man's neck. The silver needles that suddenly appeared gleamed between his fingers.

The silver needle penetrated deep into the back of the neck, bringing out a strand of red thread.

The man remained motionless in a suppressed posture.

a long time.

Finally, as if he had lost all his strength, he collapsed on the young man's body without making a sound.

"Ding, [Pollution Yansong] progress value +10%, current progress 100%"

The young man let the man press him down like this, and the thrilling excitement never receded. He hugged the thin man, as if his whole body was electrified, until his breathing gradually calmed down, he touched the knot behind the man's head, Slowly untied the long black blindfold.

It was a face that haunted him day and night.

Pale, ashen, bloodless, with regular facial features, cool and thin lips, sword eyebrows and long eyes, but at this moment, his brows are furrowed, his eyes are closed, and his eyelashes droop a little, casting a faint shadow on his eyes.

There are many advantages of this face, but when combined together, it is like the rich color has been absorbed into the fog, leaving only the word delicate, but it is too much to describe it as delicate, after all, although a man is born white , but whether it is the outline or the eyebrows, it is difficult to get along with this soft vocabulary.

Not that good, not that bad, not average, but not top-notch either.

Just like his character, he is contradictory and mysterious.

Yan Song spread his arms and let Yafeng dry his bloody hands.

The full and satisfying feeling of satiety gradually subsided, followed by the emptiness brought about by the rapid passing of excitement. He felt that his whole body would be blown away by the cliff wind at any time. Only the man on his body could give him indescribable sense of security.

It seems that as long as this person is still alive, and still breathing, he can gain unparalleled happiness from the familiar scent of medicine.

"very nice."

As dusk drew to a close, it was his turn to take charge.