Slag Gong wants to be blackened [Quick Transmigration]

Losing memory is not necessarily a bad thing, at least it makes me cherish this hard-won second life more, what happened before may not be very important to me, because I have no interest in recalling what happened before everything.Now, I still remember my name, I met this young man who called himself Fang Lin, and that's enough.

Except for the red hair and the occasional aching body that made me feel very uncomfortable, other things are very satisfactory: I recovered well, only the skin was injured, and the internal organs were not injured; Fang Lin did not show much yearning for me It means to drive me away.

To be honest, although this doesn't affect my life, I really have nowhere to go after losing my memory.I know the imperial city, and I also know many first-tier cities. When I get there, I will definitely be able to rely on my own strengths to make a living. The problem is, I don't know how to get there.

Fang Lin is a good person. He let me eat and drink for a week without asking for anything in return. He originally said that he would go back in two days, but he has not acted on it until now.

No matter how shameless I am, I will leave too. After all, we are just two strangers who met each other. If he hadn't picked up the injured me, we should have nothing to do with each other.

"Thank you for taking me in these few days, goodbye." After saying these words, a strange thing happened.

I suddenly heard a "ding", Fang Lin didn't seem to hear it, I thought my ears were ringing, and then something similar to a task panel in an online game appeared in front of me.

Fuck.In order not to scare Fang Lin, a good man, I swallowed these two words back. Later, Fang Lin said to me, "When you were about to leave, you hesitated to say anything because you wanted to say something to me? Shouldn't you Look at me then."

This is really a beautiful misunderstanding.

There is really a task on the task panel, the format is like this.

Side mission - go home with "Fang Lin".

Task reward: [-]% memory.

Failure penalty: round x by a hundred strong men.

I have no doubts about the task rewards, because the task panel in front of me is already fantasy enough, and it is not impossible for this thing to help me restore my memory. The penalty for failure is very relevant.

Fuck, I was raped by a hundred strong men, did I slip into some novel with strange sexual orientation?

Then I was startled by my own reaction, what the hell is strange sexuality?Before I lost my memory, I often read novels with strange sexual orientation?Otherwise how would I know this stuff.

This thing is a bit beyond my tolerance, so I ignored the double quotation marks above Fang Lin at that time, otherwise with my IQ, if I noticed this, I should have guessed the answer long ago, and it would not be a bitter fruit.

I looked at Fang Lin, but he didn't respond. It seems that only I can see this task panel.At the moment, I feel a little worried, I have already said my farewell words, why do I continue to beg for shelter?I have to follow him home, I'm not that familiar with him.

Just when I wanted to go all out, Fang Lin said, "Didn't you lose your memory? You might be abducted by criminals when you go out now. After all, your face is as handsome as mine. Since you can't remember anything, How about I take you to the imperial city."

Although I think Fang Lin is a good person, if he is so good that he is close to the Holy Father, he has to wonder if he has other plans.I think the abduction he said has a deep meaning, maybe he really wants to sell me.

I looked at the mission penalty written on it, and I thought about whether the consequences of being trafficked would be worse than this, and then I decided to avoid being raped by a hundred strong men even if I was trafficked.

I hope this person is really a good person, at least take me to his house before selling me.I don't want to be rounded x[t_t] by a hundred strong men.

Seeing me nodding in agreement, Fang Lin smiled happily.According to him later, when I said to leave, he suddenly had an impulse in his heart, and a voice said in his ear: "You must not let him go, or you will regret it for the rest of your life." Maybe it was fate that the two of us were destined to be together, and I later found out that all of this is the power of the plot.

Fang Lin bought a plane ticket for the next day, and we rested at the hotel for another night.From the day he picked me up to the day he brought me home, Fang Lin never changed the double room. We slept on a bed in the standard room. The bed was big, but every morning I would wake up and see Fang Lin lying on the ground. Sleep soundly.

I won't admit that I can kick him down every time I don't sleep well.

My sleeping appearance is superb, I am the legendary Sleeping Beauty!

Fuck me, I'm such an idiot. Hurry up and get back to your aloof mentality, or you'll turn into a joke.

I went through the above mental activities blankly.

After getting off the plane, I breathed the air of the imperial city, and suddenly felt that even the smog is so kind.Needless to say, I must have lived here before I lost my memory, and it was fine.

Fang Lin didn't have much luggage, only a laptop and a few sets of clothes, and I didn't have anything. The clothes I changed in a week were all Fang Lin's, which fit unexpectedly.

So we didn't put the luggage back at Fang Lin's house first, but ran directly to the barber shop. I dyed the red hair back to black, and Fang Lin dyed the hair red.

Fang Lin praised himself frequently in the mirror, and by the way persuaded me to dye my hair red again, I pretended not to hear what he said.

"It's the first time I've lived for 20 years that I know that I can be so handsome. I'm so handsome. Li Yan, why did you dye your hair black? The red one looks so pretty."

Fang Lin kept saying these words to me on the way to take me home, vaguely giving me a feeling of persuading the head of the brothel to pick up customers.

I think I must have been a very sick person before amnesia, with no integrity at all, so I came up with this metaphor.

Fang Lin does not live alone, but with his parents.I think that's what I expected, but I can't explain why he makes me feel that way.

My parents were very enthusiastic about me, they obviously regarded me as Fang Lin, and they kept saying to Fang Lin, "You and Ah Lin really look alike, let's be our sons."

"Okay parents, I will be your son from now on." I said without any resistance.

"Dad, Mom, I'm Fang Lin..." Fang Lin said.

At that time, I thought this family was really interesting, just like my parents.

Fuck who are my parents? Fuck I can't remember, Fuck I forgot.

From then on, I began to look forward to recovering my memory, at least I have to think of my parents, and then tell them that I am alive and well, don't worry.

Fang Lin's home is not big, with two rooms and one living room, Fang Lin can only sleep with me if he stays with me overnight.Because I don't want to sleep on the sofa, that's right, it's still like this when I live under the fence, and I still like this when I lose my memory.

That night, I received ten percent of my lost memory in the form of a dream.

But it was useless, because it was my kindergarten memory, when my parents were busy with work, and I stayed at my aunt's house.My little cousin looks very juicy, I like to make him cry and then coax him.

In that memory, parental influence does not appear.

After waking up in the morning, I found that Fang Lin had already woken up, and looked at me blankly, and then said, "It's hard, help me."

Then I felt something hard pressed against my waist.

shit.

Although we are both men, he said this is tantamount to playing hooligans. I was already panicked, so I quickly rolled over and got out of bed to distance myself from him, and reluctantly pulled the corners of my mouth. Enough."

"No." He bit his lip and looked at me, his wet eyes reminded me of the most faithful friend of man.

I'm not a pervert, but I really want to fuck him right now.

As soon as this idea came up, a series of things called "Eighteen Styles of Longyang" appeared in my mind. It was as explosive as the erotic pictures, but the painting style was much better than the erotic pictures.

It turned out that I had seen this stuff before I lost my memory, really *.

I took a cigarette from the bedside table and lit it, and went to the balcony to smoke.To actually have such disgusting thoughts about someone I haven't known for long and he's a good guy, wasn't I really a pervert before I lost my memory?

Let's just pretend it wasn't, after all I didn't put my thoughts into action (really?).

But isn't this person who let his gay friend (?) whom he has known for less than a month help him masturbate?He is a red-blooded hooligan!

Looking through the smoke, Fang Lin still maintained the posture of kneeling on the bed, motionless, and he didn't seem to be masturbating himself.After smoking a cigarette, I walked to the bed, Fang Lin looked at me pitifully, "It's hard."

He didn't feel so uncomfortable and didn't masturbate by himself, he was determined to carry out the hooliganism to the end.I smiled at him, I think my smile at that time must be very gentle and gentle.

"Massage yourself." After I finished speaking, I went to wash my face and brush my teeth.

In fact, I really envy Fang Lin's exuberant energy. He started to have morning erections at six o'clock in the morning. I have never woken up in the morning for no reason.

There is no one at home, the godfather and godmother I recognized yesterday may have gone to work, breakfast is still hot on the table.I went back to the room and prepared to ask Fang Lin to have dinner together, but saw that he was still kneeling there and was about to cry in pain, but he refused to masturbate by himself.

"I saw it on the Internet. They said that frequent masturbation will kill you." Fang Lin said to me, sniffling gently.

idiot.I cursed in my heart, but the corners of my mouth turned up involuntarily, as if this was the stupid him I was familiar with.

Damn it, I've become an idiot, obviously we've known each other for less than a month.

Then I did something even more stupid, I actually fucked him.What made me feel like a fucking dog the most was listening to his panting sound when he fucked, I became more ashamed.

"Let me help you, huh?" The slightly raised ending sound at the back seemed to invite me to fuck him.

The strange thing is, I have the desire to want to fuck him, but I just can't do it.After thinking about it carefully, I think it might be because we look so much alike, falling on him is like falling on myself.

Then why did I just look at the expression of "myself" when I climaxed, and listened to the sound of "myself" breathing out?I can't think of an answer to this. Before I lost my memory, I must have been a pervert.

I didn't feel disgusted at all by the viscous liquid on my hands from Fang Lin's body, and then touched those thousands of children on the bed sheet.After touching it, I suddenly remembered, this is not my house, oh shit, and then I took a wet towel and wiped it on the bed sheet like an idiot.

"You just went to wash your hands just now." Fang Lin said.From his words, I can feel the contempt for my IQ.

I despise your sister, I have an IQ of two hundred and five!

I didn't say anything, just wiped the sheets silently.I'm too lazy to get to know him.