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The touch of the fingertips is so real that it makes one's hair stand on end——

When the belly of the finger is sunken, you can feel the slight elasticity; when you rub it, the suture is a bit cut, probably because the suture material itself is very casual; it is uneven and has no body temperature. When he opened his eyes, he seemed to be able to see a little girl sitting against the edge of the window in the frozen night. She used her legs to fix a tall body, and then carefully sewed a beautiful head with vines in the dark. On this shell—

"This is Adam's body, and this is Odin's head. When they are combined together, they will become the strongest warrior—across time, space, and not bound by any treaty..."

Lilith's muttering was almost drowned in the rustling sound of the trees and vines being blown by the cold wind, and finally the sound gradually became smaller until it almost disappeared...

The shirt on his body was about to be soaked in cold sweat, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, Fushen's pupils shrank slightly, at this moment he felt a big hand covering his eyes, he was plunged into darkness, and at the same time felt soft Her lips gently engulfed his lower lip, sucking, licking and biting——

The opponent's movements were gentle and careful.And with a hint of banter.

"What do you remember?"

Enoch's voice was deep and magnetic, and he leaned against Fushen's ear. Fushen guessed that the cold sweat flowing down his hairline must be clearly seen by the other party at this time, and he felt fear—stretched out his hand Grabbing Enoch's shoulders, so that the man could no longer approach him with such a close chest-to-chest distance, he asked in a calm-sounding voice: "What is this?"

"Memory." Enoch said without thinking.

"What do you mean?"

"History is just layers of matryoshka dolls, Frigga, in which you never know whether your struggles have any meaning - and I'm lucky, I walk outside of time , is the person who was forced to play with this nesting doll, I disassembled it with my own hands, and reassembled it..."

"I... don't understand what you're talking about." Fushen grabbed the big hand covering his eyes, suddenly paused, and asked in confusion, "What did you call me just now?"

"Frigga."

"How do you—"

"Shh, before you get surprised, remember that movie we saw last time, the one about the dragon and the girl?"

"Remember, in the end, the young man embarked on the road of slaying the dragon in his dream. He killed the evil dragon and saved the world. Finally, when he completed his mission, he died peacefully in his sleep..."

"wrong."

"what?"

Fu Shen was slightly taken aback.

"The story is not over yet."

Enoch leaned against Fushen's side with a smiling voice, he tightened his hands hugging the black-haired young man's waist, and then said in a low voice——

"At the end of the story, there is a little-known easter egg. After hearing the story about the young boy still going to slay the dragon, a poet who survived by chance in a village decided to record all this for future generations to extol, so he quietly Following behind the boy, he saw that the boy had indeed killed the dragon—after the boy killed the dragon, he gouged out the blue right eye of the dragon. With wisdom in his eyes, he finally knew that the soul of his beloved girl had not disappeared, but was imprisoned in the eyes of the evil dragon, and as long as he collected the souls of 99 innocent girls, she would be resurrected."

"A lie."

"It was an absurd story," Enoch laughed. "Next, it was the bard who saw the boy who had slain the dragon standing on top of a treasure mountain full of jewels and gold coins, holding The eyes of the evil dragon, he grew hard scales, ugly dragon horns, and the spine on his back tore apart his dragon-slaying cloak and turned into sharp barbs, and finally, he turned into an evil dragon."

"..."

The man raised the corners of his lips, watching with satisfaction that the person in his arms tightened up, and even his breathing became cautious—then he was roughly pushed away by the black-haired young man, and the other's breathing became rapid, and the air seemed to be To solidify accordingly.

However, Enuo didn't give the other party another chance to reject him, he stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, kissing him with regret or other passionate kisses rained down on his face!

In the end, he grabbed his lips and kissed him as if he wanted to tear him apart, asking for body fluid and bloody breath...

"Please do not--"

"..."

"Never look into the eyes of the dragon, Frigg, and let the dragon sleep forever."

……

【Never look into the eyes of the dragon, Frigga, let the dragon sleep forever. 】

The eyes of the dragon?

What do you mean?

Enoch?

Who are you……

When Enoch's voice gradually faded away, Fushen found that even the touch of his fingertips had changed. The uneven feeling disappeared and was replaced by smooth and firm muscles. Fushen was sure that what he was touching now was the same. Someone's neck - because of course when trying to move one's hand.He touched the man's moving Adam's Apple...

Fu Shen let out a satisfied sigh.

Although it was still dark in front of him, he felt an unprecedented peace of mind, the previous anxiety and fear disappeared without a trace, he let himself open his chest and fell into the soft bed——

The weight that was originally on him was pressed down, and his strong chest muscles fixed him between his chest and the bed... The person on him was like a curious beast. The tip was inserted into his hair, and he also lowered his head, buried the tip of his nose with a high bridge between his neck and sniffed desperately, exhaling a possessive breath!

Fushen was itchy.

He grabbed the man's hair and tried to get him away, but the other party seemed to be addicted to playing a mentally retarded big wolf dog. No matter how the God of Fu pushed him, he would not move at all-in the end, he even put his hands into Fu Fu God's pants, all the way to his buttocks were full of suggestive kneading, his big hands reached into the edge of his panties, his rough fingers sank into the tight slit...

"roll."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded, and finally the struggle on the bed was declared to be over by the unbearable kick of the black-haired young man!

After a loud bang, the man who was still pressing on the black-haired young man the last second, wagging his tail and sniffing around, opening his mouth and biting his collarbone with his canine teeth, was kicked out of bed with the bed sheet entangled in embarrassment!

The man sits on the ground.There was a few seconds of bewilderment on the handsome face. After a few seconds, he seemed to realize what had happened. He let out a dissatisfied growl, and tore off the sheet wrapped around him, jumped up and put the bed that he had just sat on. The black-haired young man who got up slammed back on the bed and raised his hand to slap his ass twice: "Fuck you, you put on airs for me right after you came back, right?! Let you cheat on your little lover, how much will it cost me to kiss you?" What's the matter with two clicks, and kicking his nose on his face—"

It's getting hotter and hotter.

The man frowned, and he slapped hard again. He picked up the person on the bed and wanted to take off his pants and fuck him no matter how hard he struggled——

However, what I didn't expect was that the person who was desperately fighting against him just a second ago suddenly softened, and the black-haired young man changed his push and hugged his neck fiercely with open arms, and Enoch gave a slight sigh. Before he could realize what it meant, he was kissed again.

...The other party's tongue was slippery but clumsy. He carefully licked the lips of the man's gold coin and walked through the gap until the man let go of his mouth in a merciful way, and he let out a long breath and thrust it into his mouth. , the tip of the tongue of the two finally got relief, as if sticking together, they would never let go of each other——

"... Number six?"

The breathing of both parties became unstable, when Enoch licked and moistened the wet, slightly red and swollen corners of the other party's lips with the tip of his tongue like a feline animal, he heard God Fu calling him this.

It was very quiet, with tentative uncertainty and unexplained uneasiness, like the whining of a milk dog.

Enoch was hardened at that moment.

Exhaled a foul breath from his nasal cavity, took a deep breath, Enoch felt that he probably needed to calm down—he didn’t want the other party to know that he was so worthless, and he would be soft-handed and soft-footed if he was called by a random name, wishing he could dig out his liver and give it to him Stewed soup to drink, so he stretched out his hand to pinch Fushen's face, pushed him away from him a little, and said in a rough voice: "What's your name, it's like a cat's name is spring--this way I'm out of fire, just now I don't agree with you." Kick me out of bed, who do you think you are..."

"Number six, number six," the dark-haired young man's voice sounded more urgent in the dim room, "Is that you?"

"..."

Enoch stopped cursing and closed his mouth.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, such as why this guy was in such a hurry to confirm such a boring question with him——

But he still gave a kind "hmm".

Before he could ask "Why are you talking nonsense", the next moment, he saw Fushen in the darkness showing a clear smile. In the soft blanket, he asked the corners of his lips, and said sweetly: "I'm back."

"...Ah? Oh." Enoch was a little confused, but he raised his hand and touched Fushen's head like a conditioned reflex, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back..."

He felt the arms around his waist tighten.

"Number Six, are you Number Six?" Fu Shen asked.

Enoch vacillated between the emotions of "he is so cute" and "fuck your mother, are you mentally handicapped?" Finally, he squeezed out from the corner of his lips: "Who am I?...Are you sick?" ?”

"No." Fu Shengai straddled Enoch's strong waist, he bent down, and the tip of his nose approached Enoch's chin, "Professor E is very similar to you, but he is not you, right?"

"???"

"Say it."

Enoch patted away the hand that was touching his neck, and frowned: "Of course not, I am me. Are you asking for a beating by asking this question? Doesn't your husband know him?"

It's a pity that Fushen is not threatened at all.

His blind eyes were bent into a crescent shape, and he held Subject No. [-] contentedly, and he was even more certain that what he saw and heard just now was a nightmare——

An evil dragon is an evil dragon, and death is not a pity, and the boy who slays the dragon will never become an evil dragon, and the two will not be confused.