[End Times] The Road to Blood Painted

He was too scared.Perhaps he felt that he had nothing to lose in life, and that in the end there was only one life left.If Lance wanted his life, take it.

Therefore, when facing Lance, he always likes to maintain a kind of respect from subordinates to superiors, but there is no fear of it.

It was about ten o'clock in the morning when Lance arrived, already past breakfast time, but still some distance from lunch.So he walked into the lounge as usual, and saw Yuan Ting sitting there at a glance.He was reclining on the sofa drinking coffee, and he seemed to be playing some kind of handheld game console in his hand. He didn't even turn his head when he heard the door opening, but just stretched out his left hand and waved it as a greeting.Immediately afterwards, he took his hand back and concentrated on playing the game again.

Yuan Terror spent most of his time on this island like this.Except for the first few days when his hands and feet were inconvenient due to being shot, he spent the rest of his time reading books and playing games.Besides these entertainments, he had nothing to do anyway.TV shows haven't fully resumed yet, zombies are still raging around the world, no TV station would be in the mood to do a show.I haven't chatted with him on the Internet. Living in a safe place like him, living without worrying about food and clothing, is simply a luxury.

Everyone was busy saving their lives, and the network was paralyzed early in the morning. Even if Lance asked someone to pull the submarine optical fiber to the island, there would always be only one person landing on it.Although he occasionally wondered if it was possible to get in touch with Ling Su in another world through the computer, it was just a thought after all.His connection with Nie Xifeng relied on that special small computer, and he didn't think he could get everything done with just a laptop.

Moreover, even if the two really met on the Internet, what can they say?How are you doing recently?That was a bit desolate.Yuan Ting sincerely hoped that Ling Su could forget about herself. Since they can't be together forever, they simply don't want to think about him forever.

Lance took off his coat and handed it to the assistant, then motioned for everyone else in the room to get out.Then he walked to the sofa, put his hands on Yuan Ting's shoulders, put his head on it, and watched carefully what he was hitting.Yuan Ting didn't care, he still pressed the button proficiently, and he didn't close the game console until he cleared the level. He turned to Lance and asked, "Why are you free today?"

"I miss you." Lance pressed a kiss on his face lightly, sniffing his unique fresh fragrance, he couldn't help being happy, "Sure enough, you smell the best, those elders either smell of cigarettes or The smell of alcohol, or the smell of sweat, makes my stomach feel uncomfortable after smelling too much."

Yuan Ting thought to himself that if I don't do anything, it will be fragrant and clean.Those people are busy working all day, under great pressure, and smoking and drinking are unavoidable.What's more, people in the army have to run around for zombies all day long, so it's very normal to have a smell of sweat.He probably forgot that he had come here before.

Yuan Ting has no bad habits, but he also smokes and drinks when he is under great pressure. When besieging zombies, he often hasn't showered for several days, making his body smell of sweat.Fortunately, everyone has this taste, and no one will care.

But he won't argue with Lance, just nodded casually: "Well, I took a shower when I got up. What do you want for lunch, do you want to tell the kitchen?"

"No need, I'll eat whatever you eat. They know I'm coming, so they will be prepared. But before that, I want to eat something else first."

As he spoke, he slipped his hand into Yuan Ting's collar.Yuan Ting only wore a light-colored round-neck T-shirt and a pair of gray cotton sweatpants underneath, looking extremely casual.Standing there, Lance could just see his collarbone and white chest through his collar from top to bottom, and the hand couldn't help it.

When he was on the plane, he kept thinking about Yuan Ting's body, and his liver hurt a little.Now that there were only the two of them in the room, he was a little unscrupulous.

Yuan Ting didn't push his hand away, but just endured it obediently. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and asked, "How's Elvis and the others doing? Are the injuries better?"

He was asking about those partners who were injured by him before. The situation was really out of control that time, and many people were injured by him.One of them was the worst, having an arm ripped off.Had it not been for the timely rescue, he would probably have died long ago.

I have always felt sorry for these Yuan Ting, and always wanted to find an opportunity to say sorry to them in person.But he never had a chance. Lance didn't let him contact anyone, probably because he was afraid that Ling Su would find him.And those people are not important to Lance, if Yuan Ting hadn't been demanding to treat them well, maybe he would have sent them to the west with one bullet each.

Not catching Yuan Ting and letting him be wounded by bullets, such dereliction of duty is enough for them to die a hundred times.

Yuan Terror knew Lance's temper well, and knew what to do to keep him from killing.So he pleaded with Lance more than once for them, especially the guy who accidentally shot himself.If he hadn't spoken, I'm afraid they would have died worse than Maxim and the others.

Lance was intoxicated while stroking Yuan Ting's smooth chest, and it took him a long time to think of answering his question: "Oh, I'm fine, basically discharged from the hospital. What do you care about these things, don't forget They tried to catch you."

Yuan Ting couldn't help being a little funny, he thought to himself, isn't this following your order?But he knows that Lance likes to talk to himself. No one can say that what he does is wrong, but he can skip many necessary conditions and only look at the final behavior of the other party.

Yuan Ting didn't argue with him, but said indifferently: "Forget it, after all, we are brothers who were born and died together. I don't want everyone to end up in a miserable end. And you still need them, don't you?"

"Indeed, it can be useful for the time being, so let's keep it for now. Let's talk about it later when it's useless."

"Have you always been like this, no matter who it is, once it's useless to you, you won't keep it?" Yuan Ting suddenly had such an idea, and couldn't hold back for a moment and asked.

Lance happened to touch a certain point on his chest. When he heard this question, his face darkened, and with a little force in his hand, Yuan Terror let out a pain and frowned slightly.

As soon as he frowned, the fire in Lance's heart disappeared.He forcefully turned Yuan Ting's face, and "ravaged" his lips fiercely, until he was almost out of breath, before letting him go, and said with a light smile, "Don't worry, Adrian, for me For me, you will never be useless. I will always 'use' you well and never abandon you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw himself on the sofa, peeled off Yuan Terror's sweatpants in two or three strokes, then turned his whole body over, and pushed his own organs into Yuan Terror's body without saying a word.

Because there is no fore/play and no lubrication, Yuan Ting is not even ready, so his cock is still tight.When Lance entered, he only felt a sharp pain, couldn't help biting the sofa cover, and groaned softly.

Lance seemed to feel the harm his recklessness had caused to his little lover, so he couldn't help but stop.But the tight and warm feeling fascinated him very much. He couldn't hold it back even though he could bear it. He didn't care whether Yuan Ting would hurt or not, so he pumped/inserted quickly and indulgently.

Yuan Ting only felt as if he had been pulled apart by life, as if some warm liquid flowed out from behind, flowed down his thighs and dripped onto the wool carpet, the red color was very dazzling.

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The night gradually thickened, and when the last sunset sun sank into the horizon, the entire land was shrouded in deep black.The lights on both sides of the road were weak, barely enough to see the road conditions clearly.

A burst of strong light shone from the distant road, as if two beams of light suddenly appeared in a black hole.The light slowly approached, and soon the shape of a car appeared in the halo, accompanied by the sound of the engine, coming from far and near.

The car finally stopped in front of a tall building, and a man got out of the car, holding half a cigarette in his hand, the light of the cigarette butt flickered on and off, which was very clear in the dark night.The man stood in front of the car and took two strong puffs, then turned around and returned to the car, and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Immediately, he closed the car door forcefully, and strode into the building.

At this time, the building was very quiet. The lobby on the first floor was not like people walking around in the daytime. It was so quiet that only the sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor could be heard, again and again.

The man walked quickly, walked straight to the elevator, and walked in.The elevator rose rapidly and finally stopped at the tenth floor.

This is a path that he is used to, every time, he goes through the lobby to take the elevator, then walks through the row of rooms on the tenth floor where computer terminals are placed, and finally stops in front of the last room.Then push the door in, walk a short flight of stairs, push open a floor-to-ceiling glass door, walk down dozens of long steps, bypass a large computer screen, and finally stop in front of a glass house.

Every time he came here before, he hoped for a miracle to happen.The person who has been falling asleep in the glass room can wake up completely, talk to him face to face, and even have a cup of coffee and something to eat.

five years is a long time