Love Killer

Identity is not the biggest obstacle, the obstacle between them is that some people cannot have feelings.

A few days ago, the building that became the battlefield.

Feston was about to lose consciousness, but he was still trying his best to support him, Feng Zhannuo and Jonathan went downstairs, at this time, a woman’s voice came from a mobile phone on the ground, “Is that you, Feston Kaida I didn’t expect that we would get to know each other in this way. To make a long story short, my Hecate is not so easily disintegrated, and you don’t even think about finding clues from me to track down certain people.”

"Who are you to him?" Feston lowered his head, who did that certain person refer to, and who did this "he" refer to, both of them knew each other.

"A friend, at least I still consider him a friend, but I didn't expect him to kill my man for you!" The woman's voice became sharp, "You are ruining him, he was the best in his field, Never missed a shot, never had a problem like this! But now, he is losing his mind, which is definitely not a good thing!"

"It's not up to you to decide what is good and what is bad..." Fieston took a slow breath, is Feng Zhannuo losing his mind over him?He was happy, but also worried about it.

"Once any killer falls in love, he is not far from death. Ian is the one who knows the most. After all, he has killed killers who fell for love with his own hands. His colleagues—" She began to hesitate at this point, whether to Talk about it?

"Be clear," he urged.

"That person is his friend... No, it should be regarded as a good friend, but he still did it, and he killed him with his own hands." The woman's voice sounded contradictory, "At that time, I knew that any relationship was very important to him." It's nothing, so he is the best, the most ruthless, and the most perfect killing machine."

"But you made him change!" She blamed coldly, "Think about the consequences of that! A killer is like a precision instrument, are you going to make this instrument go wrong? Any mistake, it will ruin everything." he!"

Love is a luxury for him, a bomb that can explode anytime and anywhere.

From this moment on, Feston understood Feng Zhannuo's behavior. The contradictions came and went repeatedly, sometimes moving away and sometimes approaching. For the killer, it was like swimming and walking between life and death. It may be beyond redemption.

Feston never thought that he would think so much about a killer, but the person in front of him is not just a killer, he is still Feng Zhannuo.

In the ward, a ghostly figure approached the door, and Fieston was behind him, watching him go away step by step.

The doorknob was right in front of Feng Zhannuo's eyes, it was planned from the beginning, it should have been done long ago, it was the right choice.

As long as he leaves, he won't have any problems anymore, and he won't feel scared when he shoots. In that building, Jonathan may not know, only seeing him pull the trigger quickly, only he himself knows, what happened to him So the reason for shooting so quickly, he was afraid that if he didn't do that, he would lose his courage in a few seconds.

That was betting on his life, Feston's life.

The ward was as quiet as death. He kept feeling the eyes behind him. Felston's eyes fell on him. He wasn't sure what he was thinking now, and he didn't look back. Felston's gaze continued to entwine wantonly.

Feston didn't think about anything. He wanted to engrave this figure in his memory. It was a pity and a commemoration for someone who couldn't get it.

"I will miss you, Zhan Nuo."

He called his name, but he was able to say it so casually. Feng Zhannuo was shocked and turned around suddenly, as if his body had a will of its own. want me to go..."

When he turned around, Feston's face lit up, and he greeted him, "Remember, I gave you a chance to leave."

He hugged him so tightly that it was almost impossible to compare the strength of a patient, Feng Zhannuo raised his eyebrows, "Whether to go or not is my business, it has nothing to do with anyone, and no one needs to decide..."

In Felston's ear, there was a chuckle, "Destroy me, try it, but be careful, even if you can destroy me, I will destroy you at the same time." Low and dangerous whispers, heat Blowing in the ear, it becomes the whisper of love and the world.

"It depends on who supports to the end first, and don't give up halfway." Rubbing his palms on the back of his neck, Feston accepted the challenge with a smile.

If feelings can destroy a person, they may be destroyed together.

But who will win and who will win? It's still too early to make a conclusion, lips and tongue are close to the base of Feston's ears, Feng Zhannuo's breath and a painful kiss are branded on the dark skin together.

A flame burst out from Feston's gray eyes, he grabbed his short hair, and his fiery palms ran down his white robe, all the way in. Feston's movements were very purposeful, and Feng Zhannuo was not sure about him. whether their health permits them to do so.

"Are you sure you can do it?" His words provoked a violent reaction, Fieston threw him on the bed, the wound was affected by the movement, and the expression on his face was distorted, "I can't do it, can you do it? You choose to stay Should have known it would."

"I've wanted to do this for a long time, but you're wrong. I'm not leaving to give you a chance to own me, get me, and do what you want, but to own you, get you, and do everything I want. " Emphasizing this point, Feng Zhannuo said the tongue-twisting words without any mistakes, and the hospital bed creaked under the weight of the two people.

Fearing that he would change his mind temporarily, Feston's palm pressed him down. Feng Zhannuo could only keep his posture still in consideration of Feston's injury. Dun's legs were embedded in his crotch, and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other rang out in the quiet ward.

There is only a shirt under the white robe, and the open neckline reveals the strong chest muscles underneath. The smooth touch makes people want to touch it all the time. Firston lowered his head and kissed his abdominal muscles. The touch ignited desire, and a pair of handcuffs were suddenly put on his wrist.

"What are you doing?!" At this time, Feng Zhannuo woke up from the passion, and the man above looked behind him, "The wound is open, in order to prevent you from doing anything wrong on me, let's do this for now."

Leaning down, he smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth, Feng Zhannuo shook his wrist, "Can this stop me? In your eyes, I'm just so capable?"

Smiling, he pulled the gun out of his pocket, "Open it up, you forgot your promise, Feston, this thing belongs to you, why don't you cut it up and show me."

The bright silver handcuffs, I don't know what it looks like on Feston's body, he is almost going crazy with his imagination.

"What's the use of pulling your gun now? We all know you can't kill me." Fieston pushed his gun away, and Feng Zhannuo was furious at these words, "If I had known this day would come, I should have killed me in the first place." Kill you……"

Feston's hand slid to his lower abdomen, he panted unwillingly, the handcuffs on the head of the bed made a crisp sound, the man above approached, with a smile in his deep eyes, "It's a pity that you can't let go, just like I can't catch you .”

Taking out the weapon from the drawer, Feston's muzzle faced him, "If things were that simple, we wouldn't be like this now."

Without opening the safety catch, he pointed the gun at Feng Zhannuo, and the two of them looked at each other, but the situation was no longer the same as before. The barrel of the gun in Fieston's hand began to move, and from his waist down, was caught With the deadly weapon pressed against the vitals, Feng Zhannuo took a sudden breath and raised his head, "God, how could I have thought you were cold in bed..."

I had that impression at first, but it changed after seeing Will and Feston live, and Feston in front of me is different from that time, he is not restrained at all, whoever said he should be cold Bumped to death, seeing Feng Zhannuo's strong reaction, Feston continued to use the "props" in his hand with satisfaction.

"You like handcuffs, I think you should like this too." Gun, this means a lot to a killer, it is part of him.

It was indeed a good idea to tease him with the muzzle of a gun. Feng Zhannuo could no longer resist Feston's methods, and his breathing became more and more rapid, "How about your wound? Don't let me die on the bed, I don't want to use it yet." This method will kill you..."

"You're going to kill me a long time ago." Just looking at his face full of desire and longing, Feston could feel it very well. He narrated truthfully, and his deep groans and moans breathed in Feng Zhannuo's ear, Quite helpless.

There is a good opportunity in front of him, but it is a pity that Feston has more energy than energy, and the wound on his back bursts, unless he really wants to die on the bed and let the blood stain the bed sheet.

Touching the wetness on his back, Feng Zhannuo's rising desire gradually subsided, and he pushed Fieston away, "Do you know if you come a few more times, you will die? If I can't help it, I won't even if you get hurt." I will let you go."

There is still a residual desire on the frightened face. Sometimes this ghost is very simple, and it can be seen through without any means. Maybe only in front of him, Firston unfastened the handcuffs on his wrist, "Don't worry, I said I won’t break my promise, wait for my injury to heal.”

He will be handcuffed by his bedside, this is Caesar's promise.

"What about now, is that all?" Feng Zhannuo sat up from the bed, remembering what he was here for.