My card is refined [unlimited]

"!"

Su Mingxuan opened his eyes suddenly. He exhausted all his strength and raised his hand to push Laclele away. His arm stopped in mid-air trembled, and his fingertips turned white.

His eyes widened, his pupils constricted because of panic and panic, Su Mingxuan took a few steps back and raised his hand to cover the place where he was bitten, where the touch of his teeth still faintly conveyed to his senses, reminding him all the time looking at him—he was bitten.

Bitten by a god—on his Adam's apple.

Su Mingxuan can clearly recall the feeling just now.

It's like a wild beast biting the neck of its prey, with the meaning of hunting, making it restrain, making it unable to move, making it stiffen, until the beast's teeth go deep into the flesh, helplessly feeling the pain of its own life elapsed.

The god is the beast of the hunt, and he is the prey.

Su Mingxuan clutched his neck tightly, he took a deep breath, he didn't even look at the god who was pushed away by him, he moved his feet, turned around and was about to run.

And the next second, he was pulled back by an irresistible force.

The young man was caught off guard by the pull, his feet became unsteady, and he fell backwards. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the wind blowing by his ears, waiting for himself to fall to the ground.

But a body was attached to his back, and Su Mingxuan fell into an embrace.

The not-so-soft chest was pressed against his back, and the right temperature was transmitted from the other's body. Su Mingxuan felt the scene in front of him shake for a while, and then fell into the darkness.

It was a hand of the gods, covering his eyes again.

The young man's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't sort out the current situation clearly.

First he learned the reality of the card world, and then he realized that his existence was just a joke. He was mentally prepared to die, but he was shocked by Laclay's sudden bite and was speechless.

"You..." Su Mingxuan was wrapped in the arms of the other party, with strong arms in front of him. The young man's eyelids trembled, and his slightly long eyelashes swept across the palm of the god, causing a little numbness.

He didn't know what to say.

question?Questioning the arrogance and contempt of the gods for them like just now?

Or ask the gods to kill him again, so that he can die with the truth, turn back to the so-called "Yang", or become a meal for the gods?

Or ask him, ask him—

"Why did you bite me?"

Su Mingxuan couldn't speak, he was obviously not dumb, but now he seemed to have lost the ability to speak, his lips opened and closed, unable to utter a single syllable.

Is it for fun?

Because he still has some interesting and playable value for Lacle, so you plan to let it go first, and then raise it?

With a movement of the young man's hand hanging by his side, he was about to break free from the embrace of the god.

But the god didn't let him leave as he wished, he rubbed Su Mingxuan into his arms with force, and the hand covering the young man's eyes did the same, shifting the other's head slightly, and then moved closer to the young man's protruding face neck.

"...What?" Su Mingxuan struggled to utter two words.

The voice was very soft, but these two words seemed to use up all the strength he had accumulated. The moment he said them, his whole body softened powerlessly.

The breath behind is gradually getting heavier, pressing towards him little by little, at this moment Su Mingxuan feels it more deeply - he is like an underage kitten, facing the tiger that is approaching every step of the way, he can only Curled up, shivering, closing those timid eyes, waiting for the disaster to come.

The god rubbed his chin against the young man's neck.

It was very comfortable to rub against the opponent's skin, with a little coolness and a little smooth touch.

He hugged the person in his arms tightly, narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth slowly, pressed his teeth against the neck, and rubbed them lightly. The fangs let the flesh sink a little bit, and the slight tingling pain made the young man tremble.

Then the god slowly exerted force.

Extremely gentle, yet unable to refuse or resist, he bit the young man's neck.

"...!" Su Mingxuan let out a muffled snort, and for some reason suddenly surged with strength, he kept struggling, trying to escape from the hunting of the wild beast.

While he was struggling, the gods were also exerting force.

How could a mere human being escape from the confinement of the gods.

The teeth became more and more forceful, piercing the epidermis and piercing many small blood vessels. The slight smell of blood wafted out from the wound, lingering in front of the god's nose, while the bright red blood slowly remained and slid through the youth. skin, submerged in his clothes.

Su Mingxuan couldn't break free, he only felt pain, even the kind of injury that was enough to bring him to the brink of death in the past was not as painful as it is now, the pain didn't just come from the place where he was bitten, but came from all over his body - no , is pain from the soul.

Laclele closed his eyes halfway, and his expression was hidden in the hair behind Su Mingxuan's ears. The more force he exerted, the deeper and deeper his teeth bit on the young man's neck, as if he wanted to bite off a bite of the other's flesh and tear him apart like this. Crushed, swallowed directly raw.

The blood spread from the wound, outlining a strange pattern on Su Mingxuan's neck. The dense lines followed the curve of the neck, climbed up the young man's side face, and wrapped around the earrings on his earlobe.

It was as if something exploded in his mind, and chaotic memories flashed by like a slideshow, from when he had memories when he was a child, when he grew up, when he entered the card world, and now.

Su Mingxuan tried his best to open his eyes, he wanted to see these memories clearly.

An inexplicable premonition rose up in my heart, and the scene in my mind started to go backwards again from now on, all the way back, all the way back, back to his kiss with the god in the hotel of lies, back to his obedient kneeling in the god card On the lap of the god, retreated to his first copy - through the blindfolded ribbon, he saw the god in front of him.

The god's face was still unclear, but Su Mingxuan knew that the other party was smiling.

His smile was full of love and anticipation, and the corners of his mouth were genuinely hooked. The god touched his face and communicated with him intimately.

What are you talking about...?

Su Mingxuan couldn't remember.

And a god's laugh sounded beside his ears, pulling his consciousness out of his memory.

Breaking away from the state of being immersed in memory just now, a huge pain swept towards his nerves. Compared with the current pain, the wound on the neck was like the difference between scratching and fatal wounds.

Under the severe pain, he had a clear thought.

It must be the sign that the gods made in his soul.

It was just a superficial mark, but normally it just made his soul and body uncoordinated. The image is that something that doesn't belong to him has been squeezed into his body, and he feels uncomfortable all over his body. Lost balance and fell.

Now, the mark is no longer content to just float on the surface.

It absorbed the signal sent to it by the gods, let go of the restrictions, and ran happily in Su Mingxuan's body, smearing his soul with a little breath of the gods, and smearing a little power of the gods there.

The cold and dark force quickly eroded Su Mingxuan's soul. From head to toe, from inside to outside, every place and every corner was marked by the gods, and they were extremely rude, taking a hammer to smash unsuitable nails Nail it firmly to ensure that it will never loosen.

"Ugh..."

Su Mingxuan clenched his teeth.

The extreme pain made him unbearably uncomfortable, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and a few crying cries overflowed from his throat, the sobs he couldn't swallow were intermittent, and even physiological tears lingered in his eyes, unable to fall.

"It hurts!" He yelled softly.

All of his strength was exhausted, even making a sound was so difficult, if it wasn't for the gods to hold him all the time, Su Mingxuan would just sit down on the ground.

I don't know how long this kind of torture has passed, Su Mingxuan only felt that he had lost all desire to resist, and just wanted to die quickly.

The god slowly loosened his teeth, and there was a deep flesh wound on the fragile neck, and the piece of flesh was crumbling as if it was about to fall off. He let go of the hand that covered Su Mingxuan's eyes, and moved to the wound, Fingertips touched slightly.

The person in his arms jumped, obviously in pain, but obviously he no longer had the strength to refuse, so he could only endure it, his body twitching uncontrollably.

The god frowned slightly, guilt filled his heart.

He lowered his head, lightly pecked at the wound with his lips, and his breath passed over the bloody place, and he began to recover quickly.

"..." Su Mingxuan half-opened his eyes in a daze, his vision was blurred by tears, his empty eyes were fixed on the light on the ceiling, even the itching from the wound on his neck that recovered could not make him have the slightest reaction.

"Lai, it's all right." The god sat down with Su Mingxuan in his arms, and made him half lie in his arms, stroked the young man's pale face with his palm, and wiped away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes with his thumb.

His tone has never been so gentle as it is now, as if he was afraid of waking up some beautiful sleeping thing.

Su Mingxuan did not respond.

After a long time, he slowly raised his hand and slapped Laclele on the face.

Of course, the soft force will not cause any harm to the god, and even at this speed, he can definitely dodge at will.

But he didn't hide.

What the god was thinking, he himself didn't quite understand, in short, he just let the other party's slap fall on his face, and it was right to vent his anger on the other party.

Although not even the sound was much louder.

Su Mingxuan broke free from the embrace of the god, he didn't have much strength yet, he couldn't even stand up, so he could only sit sideways on the ground, moving a little bit farther away, his movements were urgent, and he tried his best to stay away from this hateful god.

"Lai?" the god called out.

His raised hand was fixed in the air.

Su Mingxuan ignored it, and shrank in the corner with his back to the gods. It could be seen that his shoulders were shaking, maybe he was still enduring the lingering pain, maybe he was crying.

"You..." the young man said, his voice hoarse.

His volume is very low, but he knows that the gods must be able to hear.

"you give me--"

"roll."

What god is the creator of the players, what god is the existence that trades with the card world, and what god is the guy who can decide their life and death, Su Mingxuan doesn't want to think about it all.

He has only one idea now.

That is to let this god go away, far away, far away from him, preferably until he dies and never sees the kind.

Because Su Mingxuan just remembered something.

——A memory that seems to be lost in the past.

He remembered that the god once said a word to him.