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There was a muffled sound when the body hit the soundproof wall of the private cinema, and the head was covered with a film of water as if someone had been pressed into the sea water, and it instantly became a little dull.

He Wenxuan almost immediately dodged to the side, a black leather boot kicked fiercely on the wall he had just hit, and the wooden boards on the wall made a crisp cracking sound, as long as it was a little later, the one that cracked should belong to He Wenxuan Bones gone.

Both of them were panting slightly, He Wenxuan jumped into the auditorium with agility, O'Sullivan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and chased He Wenxuan with fierce eyes: "Where do you want to escape, coward !"

Fighting can be exhausting, especially when you're up against a particularly tough agent.

He Wenxuan needs a quick decision, and can't continue to procrastinate. This is too dangerous for Ming Chen.

Glancing at the opposite wall, he stepped on the seat in the auditorium and ran quickly, speeded up and rushed towards the wall, jumped hard, stepped on the wall, kicked his feet, and rushed towards O'Sullivan in the opposite direction. In the past, the knuckles of the index fingers were raised from the clenched hands, and the eyes were firmly fixed on O'Sullivan's temples.

……

The night was calm, and it might be due to being in the cabin, and there was hardly any sound outside the window.

Holding Mingchen's knees with both hands, Altaïr's chest was pressed against the smooth back of the man in his arms, which was dripping with fine beads of sweat. The room was very quiet, only two men were panting heavily.

Gently rubbing the delicate skin of Mingchen's inner thighs with his palms, the strength under his palms brought a bit of tenderness and affection, and he moved the other party's position to make each other more comfortable.

"I want to hear your voice, Mingchen." Altaïr pressed close to the man's ear, the softness and intimacy after tenderness remained in his voice, the syllables were sticky together, like sticky light golden honey Tang: "You have always been like this. You have been like this since you were a child. You hide a lot of words and thoughts in your heart."

He kissed Ming Chen on the cheek, and continued: "I used to think that I finally opened your closed world, and the two of us can finally communicate with each other's souls, not just limited to intimate physical communication."

There are too many handsome, beautiful and fresh bodies in this world than Ming Chen, but no one can make Altaïr like and be addicted to him so much. He really loves him. After rebirth, this restrained and suppressed emotion is magnified countless times , Like a rushing tsunami, he was overwhelmed and breathless.

"This is the way you love me, Altaïr." Ming Chen finally spoke, his voice was as cold as sea water at night after the extreme love, pouring down from the top of his head and cooling down to the soles of his feet, Altaïr hugged him slightly If you love a man, you won't let yourself shudder.

"Bind my hands and feet..." After a pause, Ming Chen sighed and leaned back slightly in Altaïr's arms, he could feel the heartbeat of the man behind him beating bit by bit accelerate.

Ming Chen said: "Do you think I don't know who you are? Ever since you made Zhang Na write me a letter, I smelled a conspiracy. After seeing Zhang Na with my own eyes, I was even more convinced. In this regard, her parents are her weakness, although she is loyal to me, no one in Zhang Na's world can compare to her parents, and she is not a very good actress."

"But you would like to come and see me."

"That's because I want to see you, Altaïr." Ming Chen chuckled, and the sarcasm hidden in his laughter slowly pierced into Altaïr's heart like a needle, "If you have He Hongxue I know from my memories... I have never forgotten you in these years, you died in one go, leaving me alone in this world."

"Suddenly for a moment, I don't know what the meaning of continuing to live in this world is, it's too scary for a person."

Altaïr murmured, "I'm back now."

"With He Hongxue's consciousness and memory?" Ming Chen looked back at Altaïr, his eyes were very calm, like a calm lake in the autumn forest, without a trace of waves, his pale lips moved slightly, "Release me Shackles, Altaïr."

There was a scar across his eyes, Altaïr seemed to be hurt by Ming Chen's words, he carried Ming Chen out of his arms and put him on the bed, his eyes met with each other: "But I am still Artest you."

Even if he was indeed influenced by He Hongxue, the person he loves is still Tyrell, the current Mingchen.

"Then untie these cold things." Ming Chen glanced at the metal shackles on his ankles, and repeated with a firm tone.

"You've done what you wanted to do, haven't you?"

Ming Chen's words were like a knife, mercilessly piercing into Altaïr's weakness, the latter took a breath and said with a wry smile: "Sometimes you are so smart that I don't know what to say."

These are all taught by Altaïr to Ming Chen personally, even though Altaïr knows that Ming Chen said this on purpose, but what can he do, he will still be affected, because the person who said this is Ming Chen.

"Or are you afraid that I will escape?" Ming Chen tilted his head and looked at the man slightly, "If I want to escape, do you think you can trap me forever? Are you going to throw me on a tightly guarded island, or shut me down?" Into a beautiful birdcage? Is it a year or two, or a decade or 20 years? Playing a game of cat and mouse with each other."

"You're right, I do want to tie you up."

Glancing at the man, Altaïr lowered his head and entered the code on the metal shackles on Mingchen's body, and with a crisp click, the shackles were released.

Altaïr threw aside the shackles on Mingchen's feet, and then untied the metal shackles on Mingchen's wrists.

The heavy and cold metal shackles were thrown on the ground, Altaïr clapped his hands and said with a smile, "I've always wanted to bind Play, it feels good."

"I just want to break your neck." Rubbing his wrists, Ming Chen got up and got out of bed, and walked directly towards the bathroom. The thing he hated the most about Altaïr was that he never helped him clean up the bathroom afterwards. Men always like to cuddle with him afterwards, no matter how many years pass, he doesn't want to understand Altaïr's special hobby, or that guy is just lazy.

Warm water poured down from the shower, Ming Chen turned his head and looked at the man leaning against the door looking at him.

"I miss how we used to get along."

"You are already the ruler of this country, Altaïr."

Altaïr raised the corners of his lips slightly, put his hands on his chest and said in a deep voice: "This is the desire in He Hongxue's consciousness, and it is also Altaïr's epiphany after he came back from the dead. Phillips is our common enemy, whether it is us , He Hongxue is still you, if you have the opportunity to hold the power in your own hands, why not?"

After a brief flush, Mingchen turned off the water, picked up the clean bathrobe next to him and put it on, and said while tying the belt: "You used to yearn for a free life."

"There are always times when people are helpless. As time flows, people will change."

"Where's Phillips?" Mingchen asked.

"He was startled when he saw me." Altaïr looked at the man standing in front of the vanity mirror wiping his hair through the mirror, his eyes drifted to the past for a moment, "I killed him and twisted his hair with my own hands. neck, he rests beside my mother's grave."

Altaïr closed his eyes and took a deep breath. In the hot and humid air, there was the fragrance of residual bath liquid, like the faint fragrance of flowers brought by the spring breeze.

"You should meet Phillips, the man who has lived for hundreds of years and mixed the consciousness and memory of countless people. He greedily longs for immortality and rights, but is hated and tortured by other memories and consciousness in his body. That's really...sad."

Ming Chen turned his head and looked at Altaïr: "Should I respectfully call you Your Majesty?"

Now that he has taken control of the He family and the royal family, it is not difficult for Altaïr to win the crown of power. After all, this man himself is the brother of "Phillips", a real prince.

"No one can stop us from being together, except your prejudice against me."

"Where is He Wenxuan?"

Altaïr smiled: "Are you reminding me that I should kill He Wenxuan?"

"He is your younger brother, He Hongxue." Mingchen glanced at the man lightly, and walked straight past Altaïr.

"Then if I really kill He Wenxuan, will you avenge him and kill me?" Altaïr's words made Ming Chen stop.

Ming Chen turned around, looked at the smiling Altaïr, and suddenly said seriously: "Do you know why I am willing to jump in even though I know it is a trap? Only when I fall into the trap will you be willing to be with me. To be honest, I am willing to tear apart all conspiracies and tricks and confess to me."

He looked at the man opposite: "Only in this way can I see the real you now."

"I want to confirm for myself... how much you have been influenced by He Hongxue, or to put it another way, how is Altaïr now different from before."

"Have you found the answer yet?" Altaïr asked softly with a little helplessness in his eyes.

"The answer is right in front of you." Ming Chen walked towards Altaïr slowly, until he came to the man, he looked at this familiar face, stretched out his hand and gently touched the other's cheek, "Whoever you are Is it He Hongxue or Altaïr, you are still the person I know."

Altaïr grabbed the man's wrist: "I don't want to lose you."

I don't even want to ruin the man in front of me.

"Then come and try it out just like a man." Ming Chen said.

"You can always find my weakness, don't you?"

"You don't need to look for it, I'm your weakness, Altaïr."

……

"Mingchen?"

In the aisle of the cruise ship, the man in a white nightgown looked at He Wenxuan who was walking towards him, he glanced at the blood on He Wenxuan's body, and raised his eyebrows: "I plan to rescue you from O'Sullivan. "

Breathing a sigh of relief, He Wenxuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand with a smile: "Can I be a hero to save the beauty once in my life?"

"It's probably going to be difficult." Looking at the injuries on He Wenxuan's body, the smile on the corner of Ming Chen's mouth grew stronger.

Even though he knew there would be danger, even though he knew it was a trap, this guy still accompanied him on board the ship, and accompanied him through the play, without saying anything or asking anything.

Everything you want to say is clear in your heart the moment your eyes meet.

He Wenxuan stretched out his hand to Mingchen: "Let's go."

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