Inhuman Rampage [Unlimited]

He was sleeping on Wen Wusheng's bed, under the black messy hair was a handsome and beautiful face, his graceful lips were slightly red, his clothes were half-undressed, revealing a beautiful and delicate collarbone and pale marble-like delicate skin.

The moonlight outside the window is just right.

Any man who saw this picture would have his blood racing, not to mention that the man in the picture no longer had a cold expression on his face, but spoke a heart-pounding word in a very natural tone.

Wen Wusheng never dreamed that this word would be uttered from the mouth of that high-ranking earl, it was still so early.

It was he who was called out.

Wen Wusheng suppressed the palpitations in his heart, rushed towards him, forced him to look at him by breaking his face, and said with a lazy smile, "What did you call me just now?"

The four eyes met, indescribably ambiguous.

Wen Wusheng didn't expect him to shout again, just hearing one sound made his heart feel unspeakably satisfied, and for a moment he even wanted to pick the stars and the moon for him, whatever.

"husband."

Unexpectedly, the count called out again.

Wen Wusheng was suffocated: "You..."

He didn't understand why a word could have such a great charm, making him feel that everything was beautiful at this moment. The fly in the ointment was that he was not strong enough to protect the earl from wind and rain.

He didn't know what kind of life he wanted to live before, he would always live in the present moment, and pass by. After getting to know the earl, he gradually found that he was no longer willing to be an unknown person, because the beam of moon above his head was too bright and dazzling.

He knew that the top was very cold, like facing an abyss, like walking on thin ice, but he wanted to go to that place more and more, and wanted to stand beside him.

He began to look forward to the future, and he never felt that the future was so promising.

In his description of the future, an unexpected face appeared.

He even felt that everything tonight was a scene he had dreamed thousands of times, but it suddenly came true at this moment.

He didn't understand why he plunged headlong into the bottomless pit of love like an inexperienced student, who was obviously used to seeing the warmth and coldness of human relationships and knew that any relationship would not last long and any perfection would be nothing.

He thought he would take the lead, but the result was that he was inevitably changing for this person, and he was affected by this person.

Wen Wusheng's heart was beating uncontrollably, his thoughts were tense in an instant, and he felt an unspeakable fear, fearing that the person who was too pale and distorted would shatter and disappear.

He tried his best to suppress the cerebral palsy impulse to drag the earl to the Civil Affairs Bureau to obtain the certificate, touched his face, and said with a smile: "Husband will work hard."

The count's face froze, compared with Wen Wusheng, he felt how incompetent he was, and he bullied him everywhere, and wanted to take advantage of him.

The count took the initiative to kiss him and said, "I will try my best."

Wen Wusheng smiled, and said softly: "What are you trying to do? You can just be responsible for being beautiful."

count:"……"

Wen Wusheng grabbed his slender white hands with well-defined knuckles, bowed his head reverently and kissed them, kissing the beautiful and cold white knuckles.

It was a very light kiss, without any trace of charm, but the earl's heart beat violently.

He heard Wen Wusheng say slowly: "I know that you want to become stronger because you have enemies that are difficult to defeat, and I also know that with my current strength, I am overwhelmed, but this does not prevent me from working hard to achieve it."

The count was silent, looking at the face in front of him quietly, for some reason, he felt a kind of familiarity from the bone marrow, and that kind of familiarity instantly burned his soul, making him at a loss, as if someone had said the same words to him.

The feeling passed by in a flash, and I couldn't grasp it. The Earl only felt that his heart was very empty, as if a very important piece of his chest was missing.

Fortunately, the discomfort was only for a moment, and being held by Wen Wusheng, he felt the incomparable reality again.

"Aren't you afraid?" said the count, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Not afraid of those nights when you can't let go, the dangling sword above your head when you look up?

Wen Wusheng smiled: "Do you still remember the second time we met, did you ask me anything?"

The Count began to recall.

Wen Wusheng said: "That was in the ring, you asked me if there was anything you were willing to protect at all costs, I said no, I saw the pity in your eyes."

Wen Wusheng paused, then smiled: "I think it might be possible now."

The count stared at him without blinking, and suddenly felt that it was good not to tell him. If he didn't tell him, he would coax him to spoil him, confess boldly, and treat him as a treasure.

The count lowered his eyes, if he found out, would he regret it until his intestines turned green?Would it even...not have him?I still treat him so badly...

The count clenched his hands for a moment, and the dark eyes were full of gloom.

But he obviously just wanted to possess him, serve him well, and make him comfortable...

He has to treat him better, otherwise he will reject him when he finds out...

He has been alone for so many years, only him...

"What's wrong?" Wen Wusheng asked warmly when he saw that he was silent for a long time.

"No, go to sleep." The count frowned.

Wen Wusheng rolled his eyes at his smile and was stunned.

The Earl seldom smiled. He either had a cold face, a flat face, or a half-smile. In short, even the rare and kind expressions were mixed with some alienation. It was rare for him to smile like now. With the slightest sense of identity, he didn't feel any sense of not being allowed in, as if the person in front of him was completely open to him.

Wen Wusheng went up, took him into his arms, bowed his head and kissed him, the earl had no other thoughts, and subconsciously avoided it.

Wen Wusheng: "What's wrong?"

"No." The count returned a more fiery kiss, turned over, held his face, and kissed fiercely.

Wen Wusheng couldn't move, so he had no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted.

Wen Wusheng's usually calm eyes were gradually stained with confusion. The earl restrained the thought of going down an inch, and leaned on him to look at him, looking indescribably lazy.

Wen Wusheng's previously suppressed fire was all stirred up, and he used his only rationality to maintain the gentleman on the surface, and said in a gentle voice: "I will treat you well."

The earl heard the extremely gentle love words, but the anxiety in his eyes grew stronger.

"You can't stop coaxing me by saying nice things?!"

Wen Wusheng: "??"

Wen Wusheng was stunned, and after a long while he said helplessly, "Baby, what's the matter?"

The count was silent for a moment, then said sullenly: "This will make me look bad."

Wen Wusheng laughed out loud: "This is what I should—"

The earl's eyes darkened, and he blocked his mouth with his lips, obviously not wanting to hear what he said.

He kissed more fiercely this time, and he didn't know who he was competing with.

Wen Wusheng's lips were sore from being bitten, he pushed him away with great difficulty, and said in a good temper, "What's the matter?"

The earl's eyes flickered slightly, and he leaned close to Wen Wusheng's ear, and asked softly, "If I treat you better, will you promise me anything?"

His words, coupled with this gesture, seemed to be blowing on the pillow. Wen Wusheng suddenly realized why there were so many foolish kings who were obsessed with women in ancient times. Dry.

I really know how to pick the right time to talk about things, which means that I don't agree or let me touch them.

"Hmm..." Wen Wusheng replied ambiguously, "Good boy."

He was perfunctory, and was about to continue working. Hearing his affirmative answer, the earl felt a little relieved, turned over and got off him, and pulled the quilt: "Sleeping."

Wen Wusheng's expression froze, and for a long while the room was quiet and only his messy breathing could be heard.

Wen Wusheng was angry and anxious, and the remaining warmth was still on his body. Wen Wusheng was provoked by him, but he suddenly refused to let him touch him.

Don't let him touch and tease him...

Wen Wusheng took several deep breaths before he suppressed the urge to force the people around him, suppressed his anger, and closed his eyes to sleep.

The person next to him turned his back to him and remained silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something, then suddenly turned over restlessly, his expression was slightly different in a place where Wen Wusheng could not see, he secretly made up his mind, and when he raised his head again, his expression was Rarely well-behaved: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Wen Wusheng said angrily, "What do you think?"

He realized that his tone was a bit aggressive, he met his face, stared at it for a few seconds, and felt that he was really lucky in his life, so he got on the thief boat, and said softly, "Sleep—hiss."

Wen Wusheng gasped, frowned and hummed, his eyes were full of shock: "You...! What are you doing, let go!"

He felt strange all over: "No, I don't need it, that's not what I meant...don't...it's okay, I don't blame you...ah."

The earl's eyes were full of gloom, and only after holding it in his hand did he know how rich Wen Wusheng's capital was.

No wonder he would call his wife, the Count turned pale.

He was not younger than Wen Wusheng, and Wen Wusheng didn't know, so why did he think he was the one below.

Why is he so big?Isn't there so many things when you grow up a little bit!When he grows up, he doesn't have the guts to be flirtatious. How dare he face other girls?He is not afraid of being disgusted by others, and in the end he has to be obedient and keep his own place, it is his alone.

He didn't want to take advantage of Wen Wusheng, he just... just wanted to make him comfortable, Wen Wusheng served him outside, and he served Wen Wusheng in bed, isn't it fair?Isn't it good for him to do such a tiring job?

How could he be so patient?

"You... Take it easy." Wen Wusheng felt uncomfortable and irritated, his face flushed slightly, and he squeezed words between his teeth.

The earl's hands were cold, and he was almost shivering, but he got used to the temperature easily, and the earl was absent-minded, coupled with his disorganization, it was torture.

But he can still feel great psychological satisfaction in the torture.

Those were the earl's hands. Those hands had killed countless people, and even a slight movement of a finger could kill others.

Those hands usually don't touch the slightest bit of spring water, and there is no trace of dirt, but now they are doing such things for him.

Unspeakable excitement.

The count came back to his senses, paying attention to his micro-expressions, and patiently served him.

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The next night, just as Wen Wusheng entered the fighting department in the game, he saw someone waiting for him in the office.

After Wen Wusheng became the deputy head of the Fighting Department, he was assigned a corresponding residence, lounge, and office according to his occupation.

His office is only slightly smaller than the earl's lounge, and it is still for one person, which shows the arrogance and extravagance of the blood clan.

Wen Wusheng walked in, saw that they were the second and third elders of the blood clan, he was startled, and said with a smile: "Good evening."

He was about to pour tea to the two elders according to the etiquette, the second elder and the third elder shook their heads: "No, no, no!"

Wen Wusheng said: "It should."

The two elders were flattered: "It's really not necessary!"

"What's the matter?" Wen Wusheng was always keen, and noticed that their expressions were slightly different, and their attitudes were too cautious and respectful, so he asked with a frown.

The second elder and the third elder bumped into me, I bumped into you, stared affectionately at each other for a moment, and finally the third elder, who was more irritable, mustered up his courage: "I won't beat around the bush."

Wen Wusheng thought there was something important, so he said seriously: "Tell me."

The third elder took a deep breath, and cut straight to the point: "Are you with the count?"

"..." Wen Wusheng was unprepared, the water he was holding almost splashed, and it took him a long time to recover, and he went to close the door, his face changed unpredictable, "Who said that? Wu Yue?"

"No, no," the second elder hurriedly said, afraid that Wen Wusheng might misunderstand, "It was the princess who told us, but it wasn't the princess who said it first."

The corner of Wen Wusheng's mouth twitched slightly, trying to analyze: "It's not her, could it be the ghost clan Bai Yu?"

"Yes," the third elder was eager to defend Princess Wu Yue, because he was afraid that Wen Wusheng would wrong the princess, "Princess said it was the ghost clan Bai Yu who said it, she happened to hear it, and it was important, so she told us, so don't be wronged Princess."