I rely on force show to turn over the entertainment circle [Transmigration Book]

"The medicine is only given to you alone. I have checked that medicine. It will not harm your body, and you will not remember what happened after you wake up."

"You look so good when you're asleep, it makes me want to hurt you." Lu Xianqing lowered her head, rubbing her head lightly to absorb the scent desperately, the sound of greedy breathing seemed a little scary in the empty room.

"Out of my dung-like mouth, out of my burgeoning youth, a thick mist blows, and my heart is clouded, so that it is not clear what is clear love, and what is dark mouth. They are mingled and burn , push me into the abyss of sin."

"I go forward in my mouth, overflowing, scattered, seething, and you say nothing."

Countless people are so obsessed with the deep, cold voice that is as clear as ice and snow, pouring out in a low and steady stream. The fingertips are hooked on the young man's. The root of the finger is a little wet and sticky, but it makes him more satisfied than dry.

"Although I am so ugly, because I am full of flashy ideas and sanctimonious honors, I also try to pretend to be gentle."

He said every sentence, like confessing and tearing apart his dark heart bit by bit, revealing it to the pure, white and ignorant young man in front of him, using words to blacken the sunlight inch by inch, like dark clouds covering the sun.

Maliciousness is like a vine, crawling all over the beautiful house, taking root for a few meters, prying apart the solid foundation inch by inch, and at an inadvertent moment, it collapsed.

The young man's breathing was disordered, he frowned uncomfortably, and muttered something sticky, Lu Xianqing grabbed a tissue from the table, and carefully wiped off the wine stains for him bit by bit.

"I'll clean it up for you, you're clean."

Lu Xianqing raised his chin, the drunk boy was tossed by others, his softness aroused the desire to abuse, Lu Xianqing rubbed that lip red, lowered his head and almost wanted to bite it off and swallow it.

Qin Sizheng felt the pain in a trance, thought it was a dream, resisted and struggled slightly, but heard a voice: "Don't run away, or I will lock you up and make you unable to move again."

Qin Sizheng shook his body, frowned, and clenched his fists tightly. He punched the man unexpectedly, and landed more than a dozen punches on the face and stomach respectively. The strength was so strong that he didn't seem drunk at all.

Lu Xianqing was in severe pain, gasped and even shivered. Some places that had been silent for many years seemed to have sprouted, full of vigorous vitality, and were about to grow into towering trees with intertwined roots.

The dense forest was thrown into the fire, Lu Xianqing took a breath and held his wrist to restrain it, lowered his head and copied it repeatedly like admiring a scroll, little bastard, it hurts so much when he is drunk, he should tie his hands now .

but.

"I like you to hit me, I am willing to die under your fist, in your hands, the moment I grow into a towering tree, die." Lu Xianqing took his hand to reach the root of the tree. , lowered his head and asked him: "Do you feel it? Hit me again, hit me, kill me."

Qin Sizheng seemed to be very drunk after punching, with his arm limply on one side and let the man do whatever he wanted, occasionally struggled a few times in discomfort and was dragged back, he heard the man whispering in his ear like a dream: "Please, heal me and have mercy on me."

But the young man no longer made a sound or moved, his breathing was steady and quiet, as well-behaved as if he was asleep, like "annoying".

"Meow~"

The cat seemed to feel terrible, and never dared to approach it. It squatted on the porch cabinet and looked this way, as if guessing whether the owner would let it approach.

Lu Xianqing hugged Qin Sizheng, followed his footsteps, and the voice-activated lights lit up from the living room to the bedroom upstairs, and turned off all the lights with the remote control, leaving herself in darkness.

He couldn't see anything, and his senses were infinitely magnified. He held his hand on his wrist, which was slightly hot from the alcohol, and felt the abnormal body temperature, and felt the unique breath of the alcohol smell.

He lowered his head, "looked" at Qin Sizheng in the dark, and said obsessively: "You know what? I am here, in this chair, in this position, looking at you countless times, imagining you, covered by dark clouds. day."

"But I know very well that you are far away from me, and I am in great pain."

Lu Xianqing picked up the remote control to turn on the projection, and the blazing light shone on his hand. As he flipped, the picture was projected on the huge screen, accompanied by a low-pitched voice explaining in detail.

"I designed this for you. It must look good when you wear it. I don't know if you like diamonds or pearls. They can be disassembled. It must be beautiful to wear underneath."

"I made these handcuffs with my own hands. You don't know how to protect your own hands. After that, let's handcuff them and tie them to a rack, okay? These hands are only facing me."

"I'll dirty you, okay? Let me dirty you and make your soul as dirty as mine." Lu Xianqing said, not suppressing her heart for the first time, and desperately released malice in front of him, vividly confide in sickness,

"No, it's not good, you are clean, you can't be as dirty as me." Lu Xianqing immediately refuted herself, Qin Sizheng is so clean, like a sunflower that will always be high-spirited and full of sunshine.

He should shine an inch of sunlight on this ravine in a distant place, and dispel the darkness a little.

Pictures flickered across the screen, and the man patiently and gently explained to the sleeping boy, admonishing himself unscrupulously about his sins and harassing holiness.

"The thorn grows higher than my head, and no one will pull it up. Pull it up, pull it up with your hands, with your hands."

"I will use your hands to pull out my thorns, don't be afraid, it won't hurt very much, I won't hurt you, I will be very light."

Qin Sizheng had a dream, in which the morbid and terrifying man appeared, he was no longer satisfied with only sending those harassing private messages and spying secretly, he suddenly appeared from the dark and pulled himself in, talking to himself anxiously.

Every word is like the silt of the abyss of darkness, the swamp is daunting, but there is no escape.

He seemed to be thrown into the sea, his hands tried to grab something with all his strength but he couldn’t do anything, he was powerlessly wandering back and forth by the slippery thing, he wanted to talk and call for help, but he only swallowed a mouthful of salty sea water, which made him feel sick. He was physically nauseated.

The entanglement of the nightmare made him tremble uncontrollably, physical tears fell from the corners of his eyes, he couldn't make a sound and couldn't open his eyes, it was cold everywhere, that man seemed to tell him that no one can save you.

grunt.

He swallowed a mouthful of sea water, and his throat was sore from being choked. He coughed reflexively but was submerged by another mouthful of sea water. The more he wanted to ask for help, the faster he sank. More and more sea water rushed into his mouth, and humans could not resist. Naturally, he could only drown in the cold and salty sea water and die.

"Don't!" Qin Sizheng sat up suddenly and woke up.

Fear made his fingertips tremble, maybe he squeezed too hard in his dream, his palms were reddened by himself, and there was still a lingering feeling of stickiness like a swamp.

He subconsciously licked his lower lip to relieve the dryness, and swallowed again to comfort his nearly torn throat, probably because he hadn't fully woken up yet, and the saltiness of sea water still remained.

He stared blankly at his hand, this dream was really too real, just like that man suddenly appeared, but he had no power to resist at all, he could only...

"Have a nightmare?" Lu Xianqing's voice came, Qin Sizheng tensed up, and subconsciously punched Lu Xianqing on the forehead.

"Hiss... Fuck."

His hands were so strong that Lu Xianqing was so painful that his bones were about to be broken. He instinctively covered his head and supported the table and staggered twice. This was the first time Qin Sizheng heard him curse like that.

This terrible reflex action.

He immediately got up to help, but Lu Xianqing stretched out his hand to block him: "Don't come over, don't move."

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize what you said suddenly, I thought it was... sorry!"

Lu Xianqing was in a daze for a while, was the drunken beating just now light?This punch almost killed him, at least he couldn't see people for a few days.

"Fourth brother... are you okay?"

Lu Xianqing rubbed her forehead, raised her head and gritted her teeth, "What do you think?"

He was pale, and because of his poor health, he always had a sickly paleness. At this moment, the redness and swelling on his forehead and eyes were even more shocking, and Qin Sizheng was stunned.

Why is there a wound on his eye?The jaw was also swollen, and the handsome face was mottled and miserable, as if it had been beaten by ten people.

No... it's all because of him, right?

Qin Sizheng squeezed his palms, "Fourth brother, your face..."

"Otherwise? Am I playing around with nothing?"

Qin Sizheng's heart was pounding when he heard him inhale, until a few minutes later Lu Xianqing came back with a cup of warm water and handed it to him, she took it dazedly and almost fell over when she was scalded.

"Be careful." Lu Xianqing supported him from under the back of his hand, helped him hold the cup firmly, and let it go without touching him too much, "Drink some water and feel better, so you can hangover."

Only then did Qin Sizheng remember that he drank too much, looked around and found that it was on the sofa, a blanket fell on the floor, and there was a half-turned-up script on the table next to it.

The food on the table was already cold, one of the two bowls of noodles was eaten up, and the other was barely touched.

It turned out that Lu Xianqing was always by his side. He finished eating the longevity noodles he made for him, and then watched the script beside him who was drunk, quietly accompanying him.

He raised his head, and bumped into his light and gentle eyes, like a bunch of warm sun in winter, with a clear and cool color.

For no reason, four words came to his mind: Jiyue Lush.

"Why are you in a daze, drink quickly." Qin Sizheng hurriedly lowered his head, and finished drinking the water in small sips. The warm water flowed through his chapped throat and felt a little more comfortable, and a gentle pat on the head came: "Don't be afraid, it's just a dream."

After Qin Sizheng finished drinking, he still felt the fishy smell of the seawater hadn't been washed away, and when he burped, it spread up and made him a little nauseous.

"I want to drink some more."

Lu Xianqing took the cup: "Sit still, I'll pour it for you."

After a while, he came back with the cup, and Qin Sizheng saw that his wrist was also a little red, guessing that there were injuries elsewhere, so he couldn't help but take a second look when he took the cup.

Lu Xianqing reached out and pulled off the cuff cover.

"fine."

After drinking the water, Qin Sizheng held the cup and thought for a long time, and finally expressed his decision: "Fourth brother, we should not meet next time."