canary in cage

"Change the person for tonight and find another one." Ringer opened his mouth, as if he was still thinking.

"Looking for...what...?" The administrator was a little afraid of Ringer, he had seen Ringer's abnormality before, and it was a physical resistance.

Linge conceived the picture he wanted in his mind, and after a long while, he finally spoke out what he had summed up.

"Blonde hair, blue eyes, a darker color, one head shorter than me, the rest is just according to my selection criteria."

Regardless of whether he could find it or not, the administrator immediately nodded and agreed: "I understand Earl Ringer, I will find it."

Seeing the trembling look of the administrator, the joy in Ringer's eyes deepened, and he walked back to his seat in two or three steps, and sat down with Isri for a while.

"Want to know what program it is?" Ringer propped his head up, looking at the bright disc below which was illuminated by the lights.

Isri didn't look back at Linge: "I only promised to watch it with you, I didn't say I wanted to chat with you.

Linge laughed lightly, then turned into a big laugh, and slapped the stool.

"Earl Ringer, what makes you laugh so happily?"

Some people came in one after another outside, seeing Ringer like this, they stepped forward and asked.

"No, I thought of something funny." When Ringer saw those people, his face darkened.

The group of people who wanted to be happy, saw Ringer like this, opened their mouths in embarrassment, found their seats and sat down.

Isri glanced at Linger from the corner of his eye. Although Kritis was named the number one nobleman, he lacked strength after all.

They are just businessmen, and Linge is just an earl, but he has no less than five troops in his hand. In the face of absolute power, even the first noble has no choice.

Linge propped his head up and looked at the well-behaved Isri, the smile on the corner of his lips became more obvious. Now he was actually looking forward to waiting for Isri's reaction.

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"Count, you've been found." The administrator walked in through the door, bent down and whispered in Linger's ear.

Ringer's ears moved, and he straightened up: "Then let's start."

The administrator lowered his head: "Yes."

The surrounding lights seem to be a little darker, and the lights on the circular disk in the middle are even more dazzling.

The glass room was slowly opened, and a young man in a pure white nightgown walked in, and there was a sound of sighing all around.

The white light on the top of the head hit the golden hair, and the dark blue eyes had a gleam of water, and they were looking at everything around them at a loss.

Linge tilted his head, and his eyes fell on Isri.

I can hold my breath.

When Isri saw such golden hair, he was stunned for a few seconds, but then calmed down.

It was nothing more than something Ringer used to provoke himself.

The blond boy slowly climbed up the round platform, because the neckline was too loose, revealing the delicate and small collarbone, and the subcutaneous blood vessels could be seen on the fair skin under the reflection of the light.

The boy's eyes looked around, because he was found here temporarily, so there was more fear in his eyes.

The eyes of the people around are full of endless desire, wishing to break through the glass and come in and wipe him clean, but only when they meet Isli's eyes, the feeling is reduced a little.

Just as the boy was about to open his mouth to say something, the glass door opened again. The boy was startled, and turned his head to look at the person who came in with wide eyes.

The man was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, which made him look cooler. His hair was combed back, revealing his smooth forehead.

The boy was still in a daze, but was grabbed by the person who came in the next second, and mercilessly pierced the needle into the skin of his neck.

The boy stared at the front with wide eyes, and the tears in the corners of his eyes flowed down uncontrollably, but he seemed to think of something again, and his eyes fell on Isri again.

The trembling and white lips seemed to be opening and closing.

He was saying, save me.

Isri frowned slightly, and his eyes were not looking at each other. Linge seemed to have noticed the change in Isri, and turned his head with a playful voice: "Stay still, the fun has just begun."

Isri kind of hated himself for coming to this place.

The boy was thrown in the center of the disc, his whole body curled up, while the man in the white shirt stood aside, admiring the changes of the people in the center of the stage with a blank expression.

In just a few seconds, the boy's body became a little dusty, and the breath he exhaled became disordered.

The corner of the man's lips curled up, and he squatted down and slowly lifted the clothes off the boy's body, and the whimpers around him suddenly became louder.

Unfortunately, the position where Isli made it happened to be directly opposite, that golden hair was always teasing in my heart, and the dark blue eyes were also lax.

The boy tried to focus a few times, but he gave up his resistance when he saw that he was unsuccessful.

The man in the middle of the stage seemed to be familiar with it, and practice made perfect. He opened the boy's clothes in an extremely gorgeous posture, and his delicate and smooth skin was instantly exposed in front of everyone's eyes.

The man's technique is extremely skillful, like a monster born in the rainforest, constantly sliding back and forth on the smooth tree pole.

Because of the injection of drugs, the young man's body turned bright red when touched lightly, but the man seemed indifferent, still mechanically repeating the actions he had repeated hundreds of times.

From the front to the back, almost every corner is taken care of. The voice of the person curled up in his arms is sometimes sharp and sometimes hurried, as if he has obtained the ultimate pleasure/sensation, and the blushing of his face is becoming more and more obvious.

Because of being in a high place, Isri could not only see the man's movements clearly but also the boy's changes, but almost the whole time, Isri's eyes were on the blond hair.

The short blond hair swinging back and forth in the air always reminded him of someone inadvertently, and the coquettish/aggressive sound that was constantly amplified by the glass pierced his ears one after another.

By accident, Isri had fulfilled his purpose of coming out, but Linge was full of interest, and took a sip of the red wine next to him.

"How? Isn't it very similar?" Ringer said.

No need to think about it, Isri knew what Ringer was talking about, and Isri's eyes met Ringer's eyes.

There is no nobility in this place now, just a confrontation between two hunters.

Isri raised the corners of his lips, and said in a calm voice, "The gap is too great. I hope Earl Ringer's vision will improve next time."

Isri intentionally emphasized the word earl, and his tone did not lose to the other party at all.

"Really~" Linge took another sip of the red wine, and put away the playfulness in his eyes: "It's too unfortunate for your master to have you."

Isri's fingertips tightened slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Then at least you didn't show up, did you?"

Even though you were the one who used it, Isri has already pulled Ringer down from the height to be side by side with him.