my dog ​​my king

The flesh corpses grabbed the man's motionless body, raised it high, and passed him one by one into the depths of the cave, as if they were performing a strange sacrifice.

Tong Qiucheng stared straight at the dark cave roof, like a puppet without thought or soul, the only thing that was alive was his limp right hand.

Holding the mobile phone taken from Gua Gua in his hand, fingers, one by one, pressed the phone number deep in the bone.

He couldn't feel the pain of the wound, the flow of blood, or the slightest bit of strength. He was gradually losing control over his body. His fingers were only driven mechanically by a powerful and desperate thought.

The phone, dialed out yet?

There should be.

But why didn't he hear Director Yan's voice?

Did he answer the phone?

It seems that there is no answer.

Maybe Director Yan didn't answer the phone because he didn't know the number, not because the call came from him...it must be like this.

However, he wanted to talk to Director Yan, but he was afraid that if he didn't, he would never have another chance.

If that unpleasant quarrel really became the last conversation between the two of them, then he really couldn't close his eyes until he died.

For the last time, can you let him talk to Director Yan again, even a single sentence... After the talk, he can leave in peace.

"Look, what the servants picked up for me, oh, a hot kitten." A nice but nervous male voice came.

In the sweet and deadly fragrance, a tall and beautiful man gradually appeared. He walked over and leaned over to observe Tongqiu City carefully, as if admiring a newly acquired expensive toy.

"You are so handsome, very good, very good. My collection is undoubtedly of high quality and beautiful, but among them, there is really no one like you, full of masculinity."

He gently stroked Tong Qiucheng's rigid facial lines, the more he touched it, the more he couldn't put it down, and then he remembered something, showing a look of resentment, "...Xi Wei, if I succeed, I can make a pair with you, I just hate That idiot is actually a despicable and shameless person pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. All the previous foolish foodie behaviors were completely faked. The deepness of the city and the viciousness of the mind are really outrageous."

Tong Qiucheng stared at him blankly, a sneer flashed in the depths of his straight eyes.

"Are you laughing at me? You also think that I was deceived by Xi Wei's sunny and bright surface, which is very ridiculous." Xiuluo Willows bit her petal-shaped lower lip, rubbed it lightly, "I have always treated him with courtesy, and always treated him to food, but look what he did to me again? My favorite butler got shot in the head, and my perfume room was bombarded by him a few times Scum, my house is in a mess, and he, like a scurrying mouse, bullies my beautiful servants everywhere."

He glanced at the corpses surrounded in a circle, and shrugged helplessly, "Well, the servants don't look very good when they don't wear bones, after all, it is a necessary modification, just like you, if I put you If your bones are all removed, you won't be as handsome as you are now."

Tong Qiucheng's only right hand that could move was tightly clenched together.

The slender and beautiful man sighed sadly, "Xi Wei is too impure. Even if he is caught, the only use for him is to make perfume... I thought it was a pity at first, but of course it is impossible to think that way now. As for you, little cat, as long as you Obedient and obedient, like other kittens, then I will give you a spirit bone, accept you in, and become a member of the bone spirit family. From then on, you will have infinite youth and eternal life, and Sylvana Compared with two disposable consumables, it is like one in the cloud and one in the mud."

Xiuluo lowered her head, her faint lips were very close to Tongqiu City, the mysterious flower fragrance lingered faintly, and the ambiguous fragrance smelled on the man's mouth and nose, gradually making people blush.

"Come on, serve me as Lord, and become my intimate servant. We are with each other, and no one will be lonely anymore. No one will be lonely again. Come, offer your loyalty to me, and share the precious and luxurious life together. eternal."

The lips are getting closer and closer, and the strange aroma is exhaled from the lips, like an invasion, entering the man's lips, mouth, trachea, chest and abdomen, getting deeper and deeper, entangled in the internal organs, and even touches the soul.

Tong Qiucheng mustered up the remaining strength, swung his right hand all at once, and the hard corner of the phone between his fingers brushed heavily against the slender man's cheek that could be broken by blows, and tilted his head.

There were bursts of panting sounds around, which were screams from the flesh corpses.

Xiuluo turned her head slowly, and he touched her cheek. On the pure white skin like a flower, there was a striking red mark, which looked very ferocious.

"...Little boy! Sissy!" Tong Qiucheng's hoarse cursing voice was very low, but extremely carefree.

The thin red eyes stared at him blankly, and the red eyes were gradually stained with mist, as well as child-like grievances and sadness.

"You...you're so hateful," Xiuluo wiped her eyes, and wiped them again, making the corners of her eyes slightly red, her face puffed up like a tender bun, "You're bad, you're worse than Xi Wei...why? , why do you all treat Xiuluo like this, Xiuluo just... just wants to be with you. It's so sad and scary to be alone, I don't want to do that again, let's have fun together, okay?"

Tong Qiucheng was a little at a loss, why did he seem to be bullying others, this guy...

Putting her hand down, Xiuluo pressed his strong chest, showing a curious expression, "You are really hard here, and Xi Wei's looks hard too, are you rough men like you who are so barbaric and hard-hearted? Still don't know what's good or bad?"

"It's my fault for expecting you," Xiuluo smiled cruelly and innocently, "You don't want to be with me, and you hit me, and you turned yourself into a one-off with your own hands, so, Xiuluo Just satisfy you, let's enjoy it, this is the kitten's last feast."

The white-haired and fair-skinned man kissed him lightly, and said to the corpses, nail it up.

Tong Qiucheng closed his eyes.

……

After a long time, everything like a group of demons dancing wildly has faded away.

He stuck to the rock wall, listening to the hollow sound of water droplets, little by little, hitting the stone beside his feet, making a small sound.

Strength and life seemed to leave the body with this sound, and he didn't feel much pain, because the physical feeling was not so clear.

The hard object that runs through the body connects himself with the rock in front of him and becomes a support point, so he can still maintain a similar upright posture. He feels that this is not too bad, at least he doesn't like the last moment, It fell crookedly to the ground like a lump of rotten meat.

A little cold, a little numb, is this the feeling of death coming?

It's not too uncomfortable. Compared with fear, I feel more tired.

He half-opened and half-closed his eyes, dazed in the darkness.

Suddenly, the cell phone that was firmly held in his palm vibrated. It took him a long time to react, trembling fingers, and pressed the answer button.

"..." He wanted to speak out, but only a low, hoarse moan came out of his throat.

"Autumn City?"

It's Director Yan's voice!

His eyes lit up slightly, like ashes blown by the wind, "Yan..."

"Qiucheng, it's really you, I thought, this strange number should be called by you...Sorry, I didn't answer your call before."

Before... Ah, yes, he called Director Yan, before all this happened...

"It's okay..." He smiled weakly.

"You won't be angry with me, will you?" Yan Shougang asked cautiously.

"No..." No, don't worry, I will never be mad at you.

Yan Zhigang hummed in a low voice, and for a while, neither of them continued talking.

A very empty voice came from the receiver, as if the other party was in a spacious space.

"Yan... where are you, the awards, is it over?" he asked.

"It's in progress," Yan Zhigang's voice suddenly became cheerful, "Qiucheng, we succeeded, "King of Military Dogs" succeeded, did you hear the tsunami-like cheers in the Dolby Theater? "

He seemed to see Director Yan raised his hands high, weeping with joy under the shining spotlight... Even though he didn't hear anything, he still showed a sincere smile.

He was happy for Director Yan, did he win the grand prize, and his wish was fulfilled, that's great.

Well, even if he's gone, he...

"Qiucheng, at this moment, I only want to share it with you. Only you are the one who will always encourage me and support me. Without you, I would not be able to make it here. This road is too far and too difficult...I walk alone. not."

"Well, it doesn't matter, Director Yan...you can go on alone now." He smiled faintly.

Yan Shougang was silent for a while, and asked softly, "Qiucheng, aren't you coming back?"

A longer silence.

Then he said, sorry.

"Don't apologize, it's my fault, I should apologize to you," Yan Shougang's voice contained guilt and helplessness, "I shouldn't have said those things to you when I was in the hotel. Many times, I shouldn't have said that to you, you are always for my own good, but I always don't know how to cherish..."

"Director Yan..."

"Qiucheng, it's fine if you don't come back, because... because I'm fine now, very fine, but, I think you know, I know I was wrong, so don't be angry with me."

"I won't..." Never will.

"Hmm..." Yan Shougang took a breath and asked cautiously, "Qiucheng, are you okay now?"

He smiled again, "...OK."

Yan Shougang seemed relieved, and his tone relaxed, "That's good, Qiucheng, I'm fine now, very, very fine."

How could it be bad, the long-cherished wish of his life has been fulfilled, the heavy golden statue is in his arms, and filmmakers all over the world are cheering for him, how could he be bad.

In the empty Dolby Grand Theater, on the awards stage full of sundries, Yan Shougang was sitting alone in a wheelchair, holding a ball of air in his arms, with dreamlike brilliance in his eyes, smiling happily.

"Director Yan, I'm going to take a break, I have to take a break." On the phone, the intermittent man's voice suddenly became clear, as powerful and reliable as it had been heard countless times before.

"Okay," the corners of Yan Shugang's mouth twitched, showing deep reluctance, but he cheered up again immediately and continued to laugh, "You rest, after the rest, and...don't come to the theater to find me, I... ...I won't wait for you..."

"Okay," Tong Qiucheng's voice gradually weakened, "Don't wait for me, you are alone... no problem, you will, well..."

"I'll be fine."

"Director Yan..."

"what?"

"……Take care of yourself."

"Autumn City!"

"……Um?"

"Goodbye."

"..."

It was quiet on the phone, for a long time, for a long time, there was no answer.

Yan Shougang waited and waited, but there was no sound, and nothing came, so he had to say "goodbye" to himself again, and hung up the phone.

Then, holding tightly the trophy that should be heavy in his hand, but seemed to be extremely light, he smiled, extremely happy and joyful, accompanied by a drop of cold teardrops falling from the corner of his eyes.

Yan Zhigang slumped in the wheelchair with his head tilted, and quietly closed his eyes.