canary in cage

"Bang!", Cole's forehead hit the ground fiercely, and in an instant, a streak of bright red blood flowed down the side from the hairline.

Cole let out a muffled grunt, and the other hand that was still active was still trying to grab Isri.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of bone shattering and screams instantly filled the entire room, and Cole shouted at the top of his throat.

The temperature in Isri's eyes became a little colder, and he firmly grabbed Cole's hair and pulled him up behind him.

The neck was raised very high, and the voice was suppressed in the throat at once, and Cole could only be forced to make a whining sound.

Cole's face was mixed with tears and blood, and he looked extremely embarrassed. When he accidentally met Isri's eyes countless times, Cole shuddered unconsciously.

Isri pressed his knee against Cole's spine, wishing he could break him in the middle immediately.

Finally, in the room where there were only screams, a voice that seemed to have been suppressed for a long time sounded. Cole only felt that the air around him was a few degrees colder.

"It will hurt later, can you bear to be casual." Sri opened his mouth and said.

Isri, who didn't want to open his mouth, saw Cole at the moment, he didn't want him to die so early.

After finishing speaking, Isri grabbed Cole's hair tightly again, lifted the man and threw it directly towards the corner of the table.

With Cole's fierce scream, the table was also smashed back one meter.

Cole, whose hands had been crippled, could only be dragged by Isri, and couldn't even make a simple resistance.

A drop of blood slid from the corner of the table, and the room that was originally filled with disgusting smell was slowly filled with the smell of blood.

A red light flashed in Isri's eyes, the back of the porcelain white hand was covered with veins, and the shirt on his body was also slightly messy.

After what happened just now, Cole was considered to be on the verge of death, but Esri seemed not to notice, grabbed Cole's hair and continued to smash it towards the corner of the table.

"Isri!"

With a sudden sound, Isri's hand was in the air, and the corner of the table was less than one centimeter away from Cole's head.

Isri turned his head and looked at Cehir on the bed, and was also shocked when Cehir saw Isri.

In those eyes, the gentleness of the past has disappeared without a trace, and what is left now is endless killing.

That flawless face was still filled with disgusting blood, and it was displayed in front of Cecil without reservation.

"Stop, Isri!" Cehir endured the nausea in his stomach and opened his mouth again: "Don't kill him, it will be very troublesome."

Cecil tried to calm down his voice as if he was comforting a mad child.

This was the first time he had seen Yisli like this, like a wolf fighting in the snow, tearing apart its prey desperately.

Isri was stunned for a few seconds, and the original color in his eyes returned to normal. After throwing the person in his hand aside, he straightened his clothes.

Isri took the keys on the table and walked to Cehir's side, with a voice full of reproach to himself.

"Sorry, master, I'm late."

Cecil has been enduring the tears that kept pouring into his eyes. Just a few seconds ago, what would happen to him if Isri didn't come? .

He dared not think.

The gunshots filling my ears have not dissipated, and the strings in my head are broken and broken.

The person who rushed in through the door seemed to make him live again, but why was it Isri.

He clearly wanted to leave Isri, but why was he thinking of Isri at this moment.

Cecil couldn't figure out what he was thinking, what exactly did he want now?

Still want to run?

Isri gently picked him up from the bed, and tugged at the clothes with loose necklines. Only then did Cecil come back to his senses. The light woody fragrance from Isri's body made him calm down a little.

"Isri" Cehir called out.

"I'm here, master."

"Take me back..." When Cecil said these four words, he couldn't hide the crying in his throat.

He suddenly felt that he was extremely wronged, and wanted to hold something and cry, but this thing was definitely not Isri, and he didn't want Isri to see himself like this.

Isri noticed something, and slowly raised his hand to caress Cecil's trembling back with a soft voice.

"I'm here, don't be afraid."

Cecil grabbed Isri's clothes, and suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of shame in his heart.

Although there is too much difference in height between himself and Isri, he has grown up anyway, being hugged around like this is almost like an unweaned child.

As soon as Isri walked to the door, Cehir raised his head and said, "You'd better let me down."

Even if he raised his head, Cehir tilted his head, not daring to look at Isri, and the side of his face was blushing straight to the base of his ears.

When Isri looked at Cecil and was about to say something, suddenly a boy ran up in front of him, staring at Isri with wide-eyed horror.

"You... are you okay?" the boy said with a swallow.

He knew what Cole was doing, and when he saw that Isri and Cecil were safe and sound, the boy was also taken aback.

Isri just hummed lightly, listening to Cehir's words, he put the man back on the ground.

Seeing that Isri was empty-handed, the boy quickly handed the clothes on his arms to Isri.

"Your clothes are ready." The boy bent down and opened his mouth hastily. As soon as Isri took the clothes, the boy turned around and ran away without a trace.

Isri shook the clothes in his hands, turned around and leaned slightly to put them on for Cecil, and fastened two more buttons on his chest.

Cecil was wrapped under Isri's coat, and he looked a little smaller.

The ground outside has been covered with a thin layer of snow, and the air is even colder than when it entered. Cecil looked at Isri, who was only wearing a single shirt, and finally took off the coat that was on him. .

"Aren't you cold?" Cecil opened his mouth and said, "You should wear it."

Isri looked at the coat handed over, and chuckled lightly: "You just need to wear it, I'm not cold."

Cecil, who had just taken off his coat, still shivered, and the snowflakes in the sky seemed to be getting bigger.

In order to avoid the suspicion of some people, the carriage was parked far away, and there is still a distance.

Cecil threw the clothes on Isri impatiently, and said with a firmer tone, "This is my order!"

As he spoke, he passed Isri and walked forward. Yisri held the coat in his hand and looked at Cecil who was walking away. Finally, he loosened his clenched fist a little bit, his eyes twitching. Make a meaningful arc.

His god seems a little dirty.