The invulnerability of fast wear

The light and shadow divide the empty room into black and white halves. A man with his face covered stands by the window. Occasionally, a leaf blows off his shoulders, but he doesn't know it. He just stands still in the pure white light circle, following the sound.

Why does this evil spirit with blood on his hands look more innocent than his victim?

Yan Song thought, maybe it's because Wu Xie is just an evil ghost, and the evil ghost only wants those lost eyes, while he—has become an insatiable bloody Asura, wanting power, power, and even yearning for something. A kind of secret and unobtainable, drowning tenderness.

Silence floated in the air, and Yan Song knew that he had asked a question that was difficult to answer.

He knew that Wu Xie definitely wanted to go out, whether it was to escape from this shackles, or simply to go out to let the wind go, the answer in the bottom of his heart would not change, but Wu Xie is a smart person—a smart person would never answer such a question. For the question of "want" or "don't want", they will only express their attitude in silence, which is ambiguous and makes people wonder.

"I want to go out with you." In the end, Yan Song decided to ask and answer by himself, "I think you hug me like before, and lie with me in the flower pavilion."

The man still stood still, as if he didn't hear what he was saying at all, or he didn't bother to answer, and was stingy with uttering the slightest sound.

"Ah Xie." Yan Song said, "The seventh day of the lunar new year is coming soon."

The person standing under the light circle seemed to sense some kind of chill, and finally trembled slightly in response, then raised his head, and slowly stepped into the shadows, walking in front of him , finally stopped.

Yan Song heard him ask:

"what do you want?"

There was no viciousness, anger, or resentment in this tone, as if he was asking "how is the weather today?"

But Yan Song could hear the nervousness that the other party calmed down and concealed.

"I want to live with you." Putting his arms around his waist, Yan Song searched for the familiar smell of medicine on the man's neck, "Let's live together, Axie."

Wu Xie, who was invited by the pervert, refused deep down in his heart, but he looked at the neck of the male lead buried on his shoulders, and his breath suddenly suffocated—he suddenly thought of how to leave clues for Bai Ze!

Yan Song, who thought he would be sneered/ridiculed/rebuked/struggled, did not wait for the man's excessive reaction, so he regarded it as the default, and the pleasant laughter gradually turned into a nervous murmur from low to high:

"You promised, right...then don't think about regretting it, I will not let you go on the seventh day of the junior high...I will definitely let you spend a sleepless night...unforgettable."

He seemed to want to find a place on the man's neck where he could bite, but he restrained himself a little, turning his bite into a lick in silence, causing the man to flinch subconsciously, and then rubbed his cheeks against the warm skin.

"Ah...Ah Xie, you are so warm..." The young man laughed, "I don't know if you were as warm as you are now..."

Wu Xie, with goosebumps shaking all over the ground, stood there calmly and let the other party lick and rub him, his heart full of slander.

In the beginning, he was still wary of the male lead. He knew that everything is possible in this world, and many things not only have no limit, but also have no bottom line-especially the evil of human nature, there are only things that can't be imagined, but nothing can't be done.

Later he discovered that Yan Song just regarded him as a toy that could be hugged and occasionally broken. The intimacy could last for an hour or two, but in the end everything was fine. calm and composed.

While calm and composed, he touched the sharp and tiny metal piece on the edge of the chain.

— it seems.

Sighing almost inaudibly, the man closed his eyes slightly after covering them.

——This seventh day, we can't let each other go.

On the night when Yan Song was convinced that he had cultivated Zong Tiangang to the third level, Wu Xie experienced what it meant to die by exploding for free.

He was lying in a cramped coffin, his limbs were covered with iron chains, he felt suffocated, oppressed, he felt an irresistible impulse all over his body, as well as his violent emotions that were almost restrained to the critical point, at first he just patted the coffin on both sides On his side, Yan Song lying beside him did not move, allowing him to slap around.

It wasn't until he kicked open the not-closed coffin slabs maniacally a few times, and began to frantically scratch the wooden surface trying to break free from the chains to climb out, that Yan Song tried to control his scratching hands, but was caught by him inadvertently. Scratching three bloodstains on the back of his neck, Yan Song immediately came out of the cage like a tiger, heavily suppressing his movements, and firmly imprisoned the man's weak arms on both sides of his cheeks to prevent him from scratching his fingers.

At this time, Wu Xie seemed to be rational, but Yan Song could tell that although the other party was trying to restrain himself, it had little effect.

"Give me the knife...give me the knife..." The man's usually calm voice was trembling at this moment, "give me the knife, let me bleed...quick..."

Yan Song, who behaved completely differently from him, looked at him with a little compassion, but only firmly suppressed him, indifferent to his plea.

Heart-cracking Gu attacked very quickly, the blood surge in the body made the man's pale face appear abnormally flushed in the pain, and his pale lips were covered with rouge in an instant, and suddenly became rosy, and the whole person looked abnormal. It looks like a sick person, but it looks like a healthy person who has regained his blood.

"Give me the knife, let me bleed, do you hear... let me go!" Wu Xie's struggle gradually became stronger, and finally he roared, "Get out! Get out of here! You—get out of the way!"

Unexpectedly, the huge force actually pushed Yan Song aside. The man climbed out of the coffin with difficulty, and soon his feet went limp, and he knelt down with chains all over his body. Groping around to find all the props that could hurt him—he wants to bleed, he must bleed, and he must be fast and ruthless.

Yan Song suppressed the turbulent blood in his body, watching the once superior person looking for so-called "relief" in embarrassment, screaming in disappointment again and again, an unspeakable joy accompanied by a silent sadness welling up in his throat He moved, he moved his Adam's apple, and finally when the other party retreated into the corner and kowtowed desperately trying to let the blood out, he also walked out of the coffin with chains all over his body.

Wu Xie's consciousness has been blurred, his heart hurts, the blood flow all over his body is extremely fast, the thought of self-harm is getting worse every second, the system wants to activate general anesthesia, but he stops him - he can't tell Whether Song will help him or not, maybe the other party just wants to see him in a mess, because he is afraid that the system will give him a general anesthesia. He will not feel the changes in his body, and he will not be able to bleed himself in time. It would be embarrassing if he exploded and died. up.

Between going crazy to save his life and getting relief from anesthesia, he chose to go crazy.

When he knocked his forehead until it was dripping with blood, a huge force quickly slammed his head against the cold wall, and pressed it firmly to prevent him from continuing to harm himself. This time, let him twist and struggle, the force He never relaxed, at the same time, he heard the man's deep inquiry:

"Do you want to be free?"

"Bleeding...Give me a knife...Knife...I feel so bad..."

The Qingfeng dagger reflected a cold arc of light under the cool moonlight, and the crescent-like reflection was reflected on the man's flushed face, but it was a pity that covering his eyes blocked all the light in front of him, so he couldn't see anything.

"I'll give you a knife." The other party's warm breath passed over the tips of his ears, "Listen carefully."

An arc flashed, and the sound of metal falling to the ground was so crisp, it was no less than a heavenly sound to a man who had already fallen into madness.

The pressure on the top of his head suddenly loosened. He pushed and beat the ground to get rid of the obstacle in front of him. After groping, he knelt and crawled towards the direction of the sound, but when he wanted to take another step, he found that his ankle was crushed. The person held it down.

"Axie." Pressing his kicking feet hard, the young man's tone was calm and gentle, "I'm right here, why don't you beg me?"

But crazy people don't listen to him at all, and see him only as a troublesome obstacle.

"If you beg me like I beg you." The amber-like pupils of the young man turned from bright to dark, so deep that even a little light could not penetrate, "I will let you go."

Those who struggled to no avail did not give in, scolded when they were tired, and continued to struggle when they had strength. A thin sound of gasping escaped from between their lips and teeth, and his black eyes were soaked with tears—it was painful.

The glistening liquid finally merged into a trickle from under the blindfold, falling drop by drop on the icy ground, blurring out a deep black color.

Yan Song's pupils shrank, and he pulled the man in front of him suddenly, then turned him over without hesitation, and raised his hand to lift the barrier.

The trembling eyelashes cast vivid shadows on the godless pupils, and the moonlight seems to live in these eyes, giving off a bright light at any time, which makes people hold their breath.

"Go to hell——" the man scolded hoarsely at him, "Why don't you go to hell, get your dirty hands off...let me go..."

The young man suddenly no longer cared about his resistance, but laughed lowly:

"I know you've been watching me, you've watched me hide those medicines, how I've sharpened those knives, you don't stop me, you want to teach me a lesson... you want to give me a lesson while I carry out all my plans Slap me, knock me down, and tell me you're right."

"But you still underestimate me." The young man's laughter gradually amplified, "You said that if you know yourself and the enemy, you can win a hundred battles, Axie... I know you well, but what about you, do you understand me?"

The man couldn't listen to anything, his whole body started to feel hot, and the scab on his broken forehead had already scabbed and stopped bleeding.

Yan Song finally bent down, found the man's neck, and went all the way down, at the junction of shoulder and neck, bit down hard!

The short and violent scream finally triggered the restless heart-cracking Gu in his body, he didn't wait for the opponent's reaction, he groped up with the tip of his teeth, and bit down again!

The turbulent blood quickly dyed the white collar red, but finally sank into the black shirt, and then leaked out from the shirt and flowed to the ground.

Blood mixed with medicine and fishy blood flowed in his mouth, Yan Song looked like a wild beast that wanted to eat someone, raised his head from his prey with his mouth full of fishy sweetness, and looked at the opponent's last struggle with scrutiny.

But after the scream, there was no struggle.

The gradually passing blood makes people wake up from the chaos, and the man finally regained his sanity. At that moment, Yan Song looked at the pupils that obviously had no focal length, but unexpectedly read a trace of calmness from them. .

"Your Zong Tian Gang." The man said hoarsely, "It has already reached the third level."

This was the first sentence he said after recovering. The tone was declarative, neither suspicious nor tentative.

Yan Song suddenly felt unacceptable.

He couldn't stand this man's calm at the moment.

It's as if everything he did before didn't exist, whether it was deliberate humiliation or the shackles of injury, the moment the other party opened his mouth, those struggles fell like fragments into shiny dust, which can be remembered but not cared about.

He was silent for a while, did not answer, but finally provoked the unfinished topic:

"Do you know why I killed those people when I was in Qingxi Valley?"

"..."

Wu Xie didn't answer, his expression was indifferent.

Yan Song caressed his cheek tenderly, and said in an extremely tender tone:

"Because they want to fuck me."

The man froze suddenly, his lifeless eyes widened slightly.

The white first-quarter moon has risen to the highest point, sweeping into the room from the window, driving all the darkness into the cramped corner, but only leaving room for the two people to cast their shadows.

The seventh day, the first quarter moon.