canary in cage

This appearance aroused people's daydreams even more, the eyes of the two big men met, with obscene smiles on their lips, they stretched out their hands and grabbed Isri.

Before reaching out one of his hands, Isri turned cold and got up straight away, but his feet were a little unsteady because of drinking, so he swayed a few times.

Seeing this, the two big men immediately wanted to go up to support him, but in the next second, Isri took out a dagger from nowhere, turned around, and stabbed the point of the knife into the man's neck mercilessly.

But just a second before he was about to stab it hard, Isri stopped the movement of his hands, his eyes were terribly cold, as if he remembered something unpleasant.

"Get away, I don't want to say it a second time!" Isri put away the dagger, feeling dizzy in front of his eyes.

The big man clutched his neck, blood spilled from his fingers, he was suddenly furious, his teeth were clenched, he picked up the stool on the ground and threw it towards Isri.

Not to be outdone, the other person stepped forward and hugged Yisli. Yisli, who was already irritable, was even more irritable now. The red blood in his eyes was like a winding snake, entangled in his eyes.

Just when the stool was about to fall down, Yisli's heart skipped a beat, and he directly raised his leg and gave a kick to the person behind him, kicking directly to the root of his life.

"Ahhh!" After a scream, the man knelt on the ground, clutching his abdomen, twisting.

The strong man holding the stool in front originally wanted to talk about Yisli, but it was a pity that Yisli hid too quickly and the stool couldn't stop, and when he swung it out, he almost threw himself out.

Seeing this, Isri directly pulled the man's wrist, pressed it on the table, unsheathed the dagger hidden in his waist, turned a nice arc in his hand, clenched it, and pointed it straight at the strong man's palm go.

Immediately, screams came from the tavern again, and Isri slowly turned the dagger in his hand.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The screams that were torn from the throat continued to yell from the big man's throat, the whites of his eyes were about to turn out, and the saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Isri clicked his tongue, his eyes were full of disgust and disgust, he pulled out the dagger without mercy, wiped it on the man's clothes, turned and left the tavern.

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The wind at night was cooler, but it was more like a fan of fire blowing on Isri's body, making him even more irritable.

Isli, who has always paid attention to his posture, is now also walking unsteadily towards the forest, with countless anger burning in his stomach, and there is no place to vent.

Being hated... Isri's fist clenched even tighter, and he slammed towards the tree trunk fiercely.

When he returned to the gate of the house, the sky in the distance was a little bright, the neckline on his chest had been torn apart, and his neck was flushed.

The drunkenness seemed to be getting heavier, Yisli put his hand on the door and opened it several times without opening it.

Yisili leaned against the door and blinked his eyes vigorously in order to wake himself up, but unexpectedly, he pushed the door open directly, unprepared, Yisili fell to the ground all of a sudden.

The viscera seemed to be misplaced, screaming in his body, Yisli lay on the ground, frowning, and sat up from the ground after a while.

With this fall, the thoughts in his head began to become chaotic, and he lifted his legs and staggered towards the room in his mind.

Cecil was woken up by the sound of the door opening, and the people outside tried for a long time but failed to open it. The two upsets made Isri a little angry, and he punched the wall again.

Cecil sat up from the bed, looking at the dark room and the closed door, his heart was beating fast.

Finally, Isri took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

"Who is it?" Sehir couldn't see the person who came in, and subconsciously shrank behind the bed.

"Master..." Isri's voice became even hoarse, as if it had been polished.

Immediately, Cecil frowned, and his voice became cold: "Get out!"

Isri couldn't listen to anything now, so he raised his legs and walked towards Cehir, getting closer, and the strong and pungent smell of wine rushed into Cehir's nostrils.

"Have you been drinking?" Cecil looked up at the person standing by the bed.

Isri lowered his head, leaned over and pressed against the head of the bed, his voice was low as if he was talking to himself: "Master, I will not lie to you."

After a pause, he continued: "I will obey your orders."

Cecil's body trembled subconsciously, and his eyes were a little moved. Although the lights were turned off, he could hear some trembling in Isri's voice.

But soon, this kind of moving expression was suppressed in my heart, my eyes turned cold and I opened my mouth and said: "Up to now, do you think you will still let me believe this?"

Isri laughed self-deprecatingly, then raised his head again, looked at Cehir, and unconsciously raised his hand to caress him.

so far away...

"Don't touch me!" Cecil pushed Isri's hand away again.

Yisili clenched his fists again, and in the darkness, his breath became more stagnant. Yisili raised his legs and knelt on the bed, and murmured to himself in a low voice: "Why don't you believe me?"

Cecil felt that something was wrong with Isri, so he moved towards the bed.

But in the next second, Isri directly pulled Cehir's arm, threw him on the bed, stretched out his hand to grab his neck, and exerted a little force with his fingertips.

"I said... I didn't, why don't you believe me, young master?"

Cecil raised his head, frowned, trying to open Isri's fingers with both hands, and the voice replied intermittently.

"What do you think... you have me believable right now?"

Isri was stunned by the question, and then he heard Cehir open his mouth again.

"Take me as your pet? Oh, are you having fun? Disgusting!"

Immediately, Isri was taken aback by the last two words, and his eyes fell on Cecil's hand again. Suddenly, the nerves in his brain exploded, the strength in his hand increased, he bent down, and his voice was hoarse.

"Where's the ring?"

Cecil tried hard to open his eyes, and said in a disdainful tone, "You care about me?"

The more Isri thought, the more painful his head became, and the more dizzy he became. The impulse had completely taken over his rationality. In the next moment, his eyes were a degree redder than before, and he tore Cehir's clothes directly.

"Young master disgusts me?" Isri bit Cecil's earlobe, exerting more force.

Cehir pushed and pushed Isri vigorously, anger and shame had already occupied the whole brain, Cehir clenched his teeth, and opened his mouth word by word.

"Disgusting!"

The smell of alcohol filled the space between the two of them, and Cecil was also dizzy from the smell, but he kept biting the tip of his tongue tightly, for fear that he would faint again.

Isri let go of his teeth biting his earlobe: "Since the young master disgusts me? Wouldn't it be more disgusting, and I'm sorry for the young master's anger?"