While the dream is in progress [unlimited]

Yin He was slightly stunned, silent for a moment, stuck his legs into the gap between Nightingale's legs, and bumped like revenge.Hearing Nightingale's uncomfortable moan, Yin He felt relieved.

Afterwards, Yin He raised the wine glass high and turned his wrist over, the wine in it dripped onto Nightingale's collarbone, soaking the silk pajamas.

Nightingale narrowed her eyes slightly, smelling the strong smell of alcohol, she was a little disgusted: "Didn't you want me to curry favor with you? Why are you still flirting with me?"

Yin He bent his lips and smiled: "Suddenly changed my mind, I miss you dead."

Nightingale tried her best to stand up from her waist, but was subdued by another strong force, and her neck was suddenly pinched tightly.If he could ignore the discomfort that made him feel suffocated, Nightingale would feel the slippery touch of the other's fingers.

Gradually, Nightingale's complexion turned red, and her eyes narrowed unconsciously due to lack of oxygen.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Yin He's eyes gradually became lighter, even golden.But this kind of gold is not a very pure gold, but a brownish, more gold-like color.

Silver hair, golden eyes.The skin is as white as snow, as gorgeous as peaches and plums, and the amorous eyebrows and eyes are full of profound killing intent.

Nightingale suddenly stretched out her hand to hold Yin He's wrist, Yin He's wrist was in pain, and clearly heard the sound of bones being pinched and broken.

But Yin He still refused to let go, but lightly increased the strength of his five fingers, and Yin He pressed him firmly to death on the counter, as if the other party was immortal and refused to give up.

Seeing Nightingale's red face gradually turning blue, the depression that was still suppressed in her heart finally dissipated for a moment.

Yin He bent down, and his hair fell on Nightingale's face, making Nightingale itchy.At the same time, Nightingale could feel the other's lips playfully floating on her cheek.

"how do you feel?"

"Comfortable."

These were the two words that Nightingale almost squeezed out of her teeth, and upon listening carefully, she even smiled contentedly.Yin He scolded the pervert in his heart, and then sneered: "Then I will make you more comfortable."

Nightingale felt a severe suffocation, like a huge mountain was pressing on his head, making him unable to breathe, and his clear consciousness was sucked away by the crazily beating exhaust fan.Although he is S rank, he will not die easily, but the painful feeling is still there.

However, when he opened his eyes again, the blur caused by suffocation disappeared without a trace.

Yin He's lower back was tightened suddenly, and his whole body was pushed forward, so that he fell on Nightingale's body.Behind Nightingale was the counter, but before Yin He could react, their positions were reversed.

Just now, Nightingale's weakness under the control of others seemed like an illusion, but now Yin He's back was against the cold countertop, which made him shrink his fingers slightly.His five fingers were still pinching Nightingale's neck, and the handsome face in front of him was filled with a narrow smile, and he slowly suppressed it with a thunderous force.

Yin He's eyes widened.

His fingers were still exerting force, but he couldn't stop the opponent's overturning attack. He was completely aiming at strangling the opponent to death.But Nightingale didn't seem to feel anything, and moved towards him normally.

"Honey, aren't you full?"

The back of his fingers moved affectionately on Yin He's jaw, and the other hand swept across the back of the opponent's thigh, accumulating strength upwards, and put the opponent's whole body on the counter.

This also made Yin He lie on the counter.

Yin He was so angry that his fingers were shaking.

Knowing that his actions were useless, he wanted to stop, but Nightingale held down his wrist and refused to let him go.

The cold palm went up along the back of the hand, and finally wrapped around Yin He's five fingers.Nightingale stepped up her efforts to help Yin He suffocate herself.

Because of the excessive force, the air resounded with the sound of finger bones breaking.However, the voice did not come from Nightingale, but from Yin He.

Nightingale wraps Yin He's fingers to increase strength, but she does it together with the movement of holding Yin He's five fingers.Every time Nightingale increases her strength, she will suffer more pain of suffocation, and at the same time, this pain will be transmitted to Yin He's hand that is close to his skin.

"As you said, make me more comfortable." Seeing Yin He's palm-sized face turning red with anger, Nightingale curled her lips, "This level is not enough."

At present, it seems that Nightingale is at a disadvantage, and her fragile neck is under the control of others.Only Yin He knew that he had lost this round again.

Such a strong force would break the neck of most people.I don't know what Nightingale's neck is made of, it's actually harder than steel.

Yin He had already anticipated his own ending, so he was very calm: "How will I be punished this time?" Seeing that the other party gave up struggling and started the mode of "A man who knows the current affairs is a hero" again, Nightingale couldn't help laughing.

Every time Yin He would try every means to make him suffer. At first, he would attack aggressively. When Yin He found out that he had failed, he would immediately raise the white flag to surrender.

I'm afraid that the traitors during the war were not as interesting to him.

"This time, I want to be a gentleman to you," Nightingale said.

Yin He sneered, completely disbelieving Nightingale's nonsense.

"Let's talk about the core props first." Nightingale let go of her hand, seeing that Yin He's slender, white fingers were almost broken, but all of this was due to her own fault.He frowned slightly, shifted his gaze, and said in a deep voice, "That's my thing."

"Your thing?" Yin He couldn't help chuckling, and retorted, "You are as shameless as ever. If this is your thing, why is it on me? If it's your thing, why do you bother Zhou Zhang to grab it?"

Nightingale quietly waited for Yin He to continue, these few words were really not offensive.With Yin He's temperament of vengeance, if he doesn't get benefits in terms of violence, he will definitely get it back verbally.

Sure enough, Yin He's voice became more sneering, even contemptuous: "If this is your thing, why are you clinging to me like a dog and not willing to kill me?"

Nightingale applauded and said, "That's right, I suggest you speak more strongly. In this way, you will be able to relieve your hatred."

Yin He sat up, supported the counter with his disabled hand, and jumped down regardless of the pain.

Afterwards, Yin He seemed to be in a hurry again, picked up the wine glass and threw it at Nightingale's face.

Nightingale didn't dodge or dodge, letting the wine glass hit her forehead.

His neck was covered with choke marks, blue and purple, especially the central one where the bruise was extremely eye-catching.It looked like it had been firmly locked by a rope, and it looked hideous and terrifying.

A wound was smashed on his forehead with unreserved strength, blood slid down the handsome eyebrows, flowed through the corners of the eyes and then down, his pale face looked like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Nightingale's eyelashes trembled, and some blood beads accumulated on them. He lifted his eyelids, and the blood drops fell to the ground without leaving a sound.He said, "Come here."

Yin He's face was not pretty, but he also knew the reason why people had to bow their heads under the eaves.He walked over.

Nightingale grabbed Yin He's hand, and looked carefully with lowered eyes, with some unpredictable emotions in her eyes.

These hands were originally beautiful, thin and tender, and very long.Just looking at it is pleasing to the eye, like a delicate work of art.

Yin He thought that Nightingale was going crazy to torture him again, so he simply let the other party behave.Anyway, he was not afraid of pain, and it was impossible for Nightingale to really kill him.

He had already successfully manipulated Nightingale's psychology. The reason why Nightingale cooperated with him in acting was because of the core props.

Because of the scarcity of core props, the devil who does his own way is willing to cooperate, even taking his own reputation as a companion.

Just as Yin He was thinking this way, his fingers, which had almost lost their senses, were suddenly wrapped in a warm and humid environment, and the slippery touch was walking on the numb fingers. The strange feeling made him want to withdraw his hand reflexively.

But Nightingale wouldn't let him back down.

Yin He frowned and tightened, tightened and loosened, and repeated several times, fully capturing Nightingale's low eyebrows and pleasing eyes at the moment.

Nightingale's expression was normal, she had lost the hostility and laziness she had always held, and if she had to say it, Nightingale was very gentle now.

Be it facial expressions or actions.

The word gentle is used on Nightingale, which is really funny and ridiculous.But Yin He had to admit that Nightingale's behavior was very gentle now.

Carefully took care of every inch of his five fingers, not even the corners were spared.Sometimes lightly tapped, sometimes lightly kissed, like soft wings, and like spring rain.

When Nightingale let go of his wrist, Yin He found that his hand had miraculously healed.

Nightingale's saliva also has such a function?Novelty put the hand in front of the eyes to observe, the five fingers are flexible and move freely.If it wasn't for Yeying's neck still having a hideous injury, Yin He would have thought that the fight just now was an illusion.

Nightingale's tone was neither salty nor weak: "Calm down?"

Yin He smiled: "Do you need me to remember all these things you did to me? Now you are asking me if I have calmed down. You are so ridiculous."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to hurt more than me."

Yin He leaned his back against the counter, put his palms on it, and looked at Nightingale with a smile.

Nightingale is really ridiculous. She broke his finger and pretended to heal him.It seems that this is due to him, and everything he has done can be ignored.

Ridiculous.

Yin He propped up the counter and sat on the counter. Even so, he still needed to look up at Nightingale.Such a height difference made him a little dissatisfied, he frowned Qingjun, and didn't say much.

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

Yin He thoughtfully gave advice: "It's really painful to dig out the heart, compared to other pains. If you really don't know how to choose, you can try digging out the heart."

He told it as someone who had been there.

This reminded Nightingale of the live broadcast at that time. Yin He's personal live broadcast at that time suddenly went black, and it resumed after a short while.Most people thought it was a bug.

However, Nightingale is very clear that when a player makes an action that exceeds the scope of the live broadcast, there will be mosaics, black screens, and so on.Slight yellow will appear mosaic, which can cause a black screen in the live broadcast, most likely because the picture is too bloody.

Yin He didn't think Nightingale would do this.

Nightingale only has herself in her eyes, so she doesn't care about other people's feelings.I made many detours with him, but for the core props.

This also made Yin He even more curious about why Nightingale was so obsessed with core props.

Yin He was just in a daze, when a stream of liquid splashed and hit him on the face.He froze for a moment, looked down, and saw that his clothes were also stained a little red.

He raised his head and looked forward. Nightingale's chest was empty, and in his palm was a bright red beating heart.

Nightingale looked at him blankly, this level of pain couldn't change his face.

He said, "Have you calmed down now?"

Nightingale took a step forward, the bloody smell on his body almost made Yin He faint, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he turned his head.

Nightingale said, "There will be no next time."

Yin He's eyes moved slightly.

"If you still have doubts, you can tell me directly. There is no need to beat around the bush."

His pale and handsome face was slightly sick due to blood loss. Even an S-rank with excellent physical fitness could hardly hide his sickness under such trauma.It's just that Nightingale's eyebrows have always carried aloof arrogance, at this moment he doesn't make people feel vulnerable, on the contrary, it makes people feel fearful.

The background is rambling black with dim lighting and pale skin.There is a steady stream of blood on the heart and palm, like sparkling red rose petals.

Yin He looked at him, and the person in front of him looked like a vampire aristocrat from the west.

Now it was Yin He's turn to feel complicated.

Yin He was indeed suspicious of Nightingale. "Escape from the Madhouse" had made him unable to figure it out. He didn't trust anyone, nor did he trust all the news from the outside world.He has always believed that the truth needs to be found by oneself, rather than told by others.

The reason why I don't take the initiative to understand the news of the forum is because I am afraid of being misled and thus preconceived.Generally speaking, when he asked Sheng Jing, he only asked some basic questions, some questions that would not go wrong.

He thought Nightingale was another him.

This is not Yin He's whim, but the feeling he had from the very beginning of meeting.This feeling was too sudden and groundless, but it was deeply rooted in his mind.

The longer he spent with Nightingale, the more he felt that Nightingale resembled him.The bad tempers of the two are almost exactly the same, as if carved from a template.

There is also Nightingale's behavior and notoriety, including other people's evaluation and description of Nightingale.Yin He didn't feel scared, just thought it was interesting.

He was originally such a person, doing whatever he wanted, selfish, just like Nightingale doing his own way.

But this is not right, Nightingale is very different from him in some places.

If he were Nightingale, and someone used him, deceived him, and humiliated him time and time again, he would never be merciful.

He has been testing Nightingale's bottom line, including that of the Viscount.He was surprised to find that these two people had a lot of patience with him.Leaving the viscount aside, let's talk about the nightingale first.

Nightingale had absolutely no sense in wasting time with him. If she really wanted to get core items, she could just kill him.As long as he died, his belongings would also drop, and Nightingale would find it if he searched slowly.

Many times, Yin He always felt that he saw Nightingale's soul.Similar to him, yet very different.

Nightingale: "If you want me to crush it, I can do it. Anyway, I won't die." After a while, Yin He said, "Is there any cigarette? I want to smoke."

Hearing the word smoke, Nightingale obviously frowned, it could be seen that he didn't like the smell of smoke.Originally, Yin He just mentioned it casually, seeing that Nightingale disliked the smell of cigarettes, he must smoke.

Nightingale stuffed her heart back into her chest, and after dealing with the wound and blood, she threw a brand new pack of cigarettes at Yin He.

"Go to the balcony to smoke, don't bring the smell of smoke into the house."

Yin He opened the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, held the body of the cigarette with his slender fingers, and suddenly moved forward: "No fire."

The suddenly enlarged face made Nightingale's eyes sink slightly, feeling ridiculous at the unceremonious familiarity of the other party, but seeing the cigarette, she couldn't help frowning again.

He really hates the smell of cigarettes.

He lifted it casually, and a gust of wind blew by, an orange light flashed before Yin He's eyes, and the smoke on his fingertips ignited sparks.

This faint ray of light illuminates the dark room in a small way, dispelling part of the oppressive coldness, the air is no longer quiet, but there is a faint sound of burning.

Yin He didn't listen to Nightingale's words, but put one hand behind his back, leaned against the counter, and smoked with his head slightly raised and his eyes squinted.

The face under the smog is like a blurred ink painting, which lacks the charm of deliberately holding it, and has a little more leisurely and elegant meaning.

This made him look a little lonely, like a piece of ice and snow on a snow-capped mountain, far away and inaccessible.

Nightingale looked at it for a while, and although she hated the smell of smoke, she endured it.But I didn't expect Yin He to go too far. After smoking one, he started the second and third...

Yin He smoked as if no one was around, as if he would finish the whole pack.He smoked not because he was in a bad mood, but because he was a little confused.

Because he didn't know what to do, he needed a short break. In order to make his break look a little busy, he could only use cigarettes.

Suddenly, the cigarette in his hand was snatched away.Yin He subconsciously flipped his wrist, and before he could react, the cigarette butt was already on the back of Nightingale's hand.

Yin He was really stunned. He looked at Nightingale's calm face almost in astonishment, and then narrowed his eyes to look at the white back of his hand with the scalded wound.

Long-term memories are like a series circuit, suddenly connected.

Nightingale didn't understand why Yin He looked at him with such eyes. He wanted to pull back his hand and throw away the cigarette, but Yin He didn't let it go.

"nightingale."

"What's your name."