Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

The rooms of Qinglang and his group are all on the same floor. Qinglang and Shen Yan entered their own rooms respectively. He Jiahao found many oil paintings on the wall, one of which attracted him. It showed a woman with long hair Sitting on the stairs, painted with only red paint, gives a very uncomfortable feeling.

I don't know who drew it... He Jiahao inexplicably felt a sense of palpitation. He felt that there seemed to be something else in the painting, but it was blurry from a distance.

He Jiahao felt funny in his heart, the stairs in the painting are really similar to the stairs they walked just now, there is no real woman sitting there, right?He subconsciously turned around to look at the stairs he passed, and his scalp exploded at this sight.

There is really a dark shadow in the stairwell!The figure of the black shadow looks like a person sitting there.

"What's the matter?" Ning Baiben walked to the door of his own room, saw He Jiahao standing in the middle of the corridor without saying a word, went over and patted the other person on the shoulder in doubt, but he didn't know that the other person reacted immediately, "Ah", The body bounced exaggeratedly.

He Jiahao was gasping for breath in shock, sweat streaming down his temples, he opened his mouth and pointed at his back, saying "someone" with his lips.

Ning Bai seldom saw such a scared expression on He Jiahao's face. He looked behind him and found nothing unusual. He pushed his glasses and judged, "You're drunk."

Ning Bai's calm voice calmed He Jiahao a lot, but his heart was still beating wildly. He turned around suddenly, but the black shadow on the stairs was gone.

"Go back to sleep, I'm going into the room first." Ning Bai patted He Jiahao on the shoulder and turned to go into his room.

He Jiahao was the only one left in the corridor, and the surrounding area was terribly quiet. He cursed Duan Liheng in his heart that he was so full that not many lights were on in such a big room. He grabbed the door and subconsciously looked at the oil painting. The shades don't give off that weird feel.

Am I really drunk?He Jiahao patted his head, opened the door and went in, and closed the door with a "pat".

After he closed the door, the color on the oil painting became more bright red, as if it was about to overflow, and a black shadow appeared behind the painting, and the painting was gradually swallowed by the black until the whole painting became a mass of black shadows.

The balcony window of the room was wide open, and the sea breeze blowing in carried a fishy smell. The curtain was wavy with the wind, and the moonlight poured in to soften the gloomy atmosphere of the room. Sunny did not turn on the lights, and he lay down directly on the On the bed, the soft mattress made him snort softly, and he seemed to smell an unknown fragrance in his nose.

It smells nice. What kind of flower is it?Qing Lang's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and soon fell asleep.

Qinglang had a dream. In fact, he seldom dreamed since he became an employee of the time travel department. In the dream, he went back to high school and seemed to be going somewhere. He walked to a door and pushed it open. The bottomless pit of everything.

Qing Lang didn't want to go in, but her body took a step forward involuntarily, and the door closed automatically as soon as she stepped in.

What happened next was like a nightmare, someone pinched Sunny's buttocks from behind, kneading like an addiction.

Qing Lang's face turned red, and he wanted to reach out to grab the troubled hand, but found that his whole body could not move, except for his mouth, he could speak, "Stop! Who are you?"

The person behind him seemed unable to hear Qingming's words, and the scorching breath sprayed on the back of his neck. After playing with his buttocks, he began to attack his chest. His skin and body were alluring crimson from anger.

"Ah—" The people behind seemed to like Qing Lang's chest very much. They lingered on Qing Lang's chest for a long time, pinching and pinching. It was too embarrassing to be like this, and he bit his lips tightly without saying a word, but he didn't know that his eye circles seemed to be drawn with a red line, and every glance unconsciously revealed a seductive beauty.

Qinglang almost collapsed, the hand behind him was coiled like a flexible snake, crawling around his chest, arms, and under his body, he was so sick that he wanted to vomit, but his body began to respond to the touch.

"Heh...is it comfortable?" The person behind chuckled, seeing Qing Lang's reaction, stretched out his tongue to lick his ear, and slid his hand down.

"Hmm..." The pleasure continuously spread to the nerve endings from below, Qingqing's head was confused for a while, and a trace of emotion leaked from the tightly pressed lips.

After he was released, Qinglang almost lost all his strength. If it wasn't for his body being fixed, he would definitely not be able to stand still. The person behind him bit his earlobe, "Seeing that you are comfortable, I am also comfortable."

His voice seemed to be suppressed deliberately, and at the end he stretched the ending and changed the tone. Qing Lang felt that the voice was inexplicably familiar. Many figures slipped past in his mind but were denied one by one. He didn't dare to say a word, afraid of revealing his emotions .

The people behind him didn't care, they just dragged Qing Lang to a table and pushed him down. Obviously he couldn't move, but the other party held him tightly with both hands and pressed his back, as if he would break free at any time.

Qing Lang couldn't help but sneer, and even laughed out loud trying to irritate the people behind him, even if he was beaten up by the other party, he would admit it, which was better than the embarrassing situation now.

But soon Qinglang couldn't laugh anymore, the other party tore off his pants with one hand, and the pants were pulled down to the calf, only to feel the coldness of the buttocks, the other party's fingers were poked in with thick liquid, and there was a burst of regular movement twitch.

"Can you let me go--" Qing Lang's heart was about to burst, and he finally confessed, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Half of Qinglang's shirt slipped off to reveal his round shoulders, and his thin back shoulder blades protruded, like a butterfly with its wings flying and landing on it, his body was extremely attractive, and his soft voice begging for mercy made the atmosphere fall into an irresistible charm .

The people behind him also seemed to be amazed by the scenery in front of them. They stopped their movements, and before Qinglang breathed a sigh of relief, they started to move again, even more recklessly, and added two fingers into it in the blink of an eye.

"It's just a dream...you don't need to do anything, just enjoy it."

The voice of the person behind him floated into Qinglang's ears like a demon, and after he got used to the feeling of being invaded by a foreign object, the other person pulled out his fingers and pressed against a scorching hard object, pressing Qinglang's waist with one hand, and supporting it with the other. When he came in, he was completely submerged with just a straight waist.

The heart-piercing pain exploded in his body, Qing Lang bit his lip directly, and the rusty smell spread from his mouth, even though he used his fingers to buffer it before, the size between the two was not at the same level at all, and his body could not move. But Qing Qing still fell into a convulsive illusion, her eyes were so red that she almost bled.

This...fucking...was a dream?

Qinglang's thoughts were almost shattered by the blow behind him, the people behind him were holding his waist and rampaging inside his body, no matter how much he begged for mercy and abused him, it had no effect at all, in the end his voice was hoarse, and only a weak cry came from his lips.

The sensory pain was gradually numb, followed by continuous pleasure, Qing Qing was stimulated to clenched his teeth, his messy breathing resounded in the darkness, his bangs covered with sweat drenched his forehead, covering his eyes, Only the three-dimensional nose and tight thin lips were exposed.

Qinglang couldn't do anything, couldn't move his body, couldn't see his eyes, he even suspected that time was lost in this darkness, this dream was extraordinarily long.

After an unknown amount of time, the person behind him let out a heavy breath. He turned Qinglang over and leaned over to press her, his fingertips picked up Qinglang's wet hair hanging on his forehead, revealing his tightly closed eyes.

He lightened the clear and red corners of his eyes.

Feeling the hot and humid touch, Qinglang's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. In the dark, she could only see the blurred outline of the other party, but Qinglang still recognized her at a glance.

"It's you--"

When Qing Lang opened his eyes, it was already daytime. When he sat up, he felt an inexplicable ache all over his body. Just as he was about to lift the quilt and get out of bed, he found that the middle of his trousers was wet, and his face flushed immediately.

Could it be that I had a dream last night?Qing Lang couldn't remember what he had dreamed at all, but the most important thing now was that he didn't change his clothes.

Just as he was troubled, Qinglang saw several sets of clothes and underwear stacked on the bedside table out of the corner of his eye, and he pulled out the slip of paper underneath.

"Mr. Qing, Master Duan found that you didn't bring a change of clothes. These sets are reserved for you to change."

Duan Liheng was as indifferent on the surface as before, but behind his back he thought everything into consideration. Qing Lang was in a daze for a moment, and quickly got out of bed and took off his pants and underwear. Seeing his "criminal evidence" last night, Qing Lang blushed, and just pulled up his pants. Halfway through, the door was opened from the outside.

Qing Lang paused for a few seconds, then put it on immediately after realizing it, and frowned dissatisfiedly, "Aren't you going to knock first when you come in?"

As the rude party, Shen Yan's complexion was uglier than Qing Lang's. He strode over, his eyes were dark and piercingly cold, and he reached out and roughly ripped the middle button of Qing Lang's shirt down.

"Pa——" Qing Lang just felt dazed, and without even thinking about it, she slapped Shen Yan so hard that the opponent's face turned away, and the red marks stood out on the side of her face.

"Shen Yan, why are you crazy?!"

Shen Yan didn't say anything, but the gloomy aura on his body became more and more intense. He licked the corner of his broken mouth, and turned his eyes to Qing Lang's body. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, showing a chilling tyranny.

Qing Lang couldn't help but want to retreat, but as soon as he retreated, he sat on the bed behind him, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Shen Yan's condescending cold expression.

"Why am I crazy?" Shen Yan grabbed Qing Qing's collar, every word and every word was full of resentment, "I've been looking for you for three years like crazy, not to see other people's traces on you !"

Qing Lang was so angry that his face turned pale, he felt his forehead thumping, his hands hidden in his cuffs kept shaking, his chest suddenly felt uncomfortable as if it was splitting open, and he couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing violently.

Shen Yan felt regretful when he saw Qinglang's pale face, and was startled when he saw him coughing non-stop, but was immediately slapped away when he stretched out his hand.

Shen Yan stared blankly at his hand that was slapped away, and met clear and disgusted eyes. Compared with before, he has lost a lot of weight. The only thing that remains the same is his cold eyebrows and eyes when looking at people, and his body is wrapped in a loose shirt. Xia is like a paper man, as long as the wind blows gently, he can be taken away.

"sunny!"

"Get out..." Qing Lang felt the rusty smell coming from deep in her throat, panicked, and tried to repeat, "Get out!"

Shen Yan didn't say anything more, he turned and walked towards the door, his steps were steady, but the hand beside him had already been clenched into a fist, and the nails were deeply dug into the flesh, he couldn't tell the tingling sensation for a moment Whether it came from the palm of his hand or from his heart, the three-year search was just his one-man show, and the person who was thinking about him never took himself seriously.

Unwilling, ridiculous.

Shen Yan's tightly pursed lips suddenly curved, and his gloomy face was even distorted by this smile.

Heart, I don't want it anymore.

But man, I really want to hold it in my hands.