canary in cage

Engel sniffed the natural fragrance emanating from the boy's body with the tip of his nose, his eyes were completely filled with desire, like a hungry dog, greedily eating the prey under him.

On the contrary, the movements of Cecil Engel, who was not moving, slowed down a lot. It felt like he was holding a work of art in his hand, peeling off the skin bit by bit, and slowly exploring the inside.

Cehir frowned, his vision was so blurred that he couldn't see the surrounding things clearly, taking advantage of Engel's attention not on his hands, Cehir had to spread his hands flat and grope around for something.

Seeing Cecil like this, Engel thought that Cecil had compromised, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, with a provocative tone: "Isn't it good to be so obedient earlier? It seems that the beating is still light."

As he said that, Engel mercilessly untied the clothes under Cecil's body. The wound on his leg was being touched constantly. Engel also showed no pity. He only cared about whether he could eat tonight. to prey.

Feeling a gust of cool wind, Cecil also felt that his head could be clearer. He moved his body slowly, trying to move himself away, but before he could move a step, he was dragged back by Engel the next second.

Sehir did this again and again, and Engel's patience was limited, so he stepped forward and pressed on Cehir's body, his eyes were round and round, and he opened his mouth to bite Sehir's neck. Delicate skin.

"Ah!!!" Cecil didn't react, and called out. His delicate voice slid across Enge's cerebral cortex. Under the stimulation of nerves, Enge's movements suddenly became presumptuous.

Cecil bit his lip and fumbled around with one hand, tears were forced out of his eyes.

The unceasing weeping made Engel's mouth continuously secrete saliva, and the sharp fangs lightly pierced the skin, leaving a red mark.

"Honey, I'm starting!"

Engel couldn't wait to open his mouth and said, leaning over to pull off Cehir's pants, his greasy lips ran towards his face that was frozen white.

"Go away!"

Cecil opened his mouth and shouted, not caring about 21, pulled a thorny tree trunk from the side, raised his hand with his eyes closed, and stabbed at Enger's neck.

In the depths of the forest, birds flew up one after another, even the wind stopped blowing, and the person on him lay motionless on his body, his chest was hot.

Cehir kept breathing the air in his mouth, and his eyes were still in shock. The branch in his hand had been inserted into Engel's neck fiercely, and blood kept gushing out from the cracks in the skin.

It took half a minute for Cehir to push the person away from his body. The beige shirt was also stained red with blood, and the deep blue eyes were too dark to see the light.

The disgusting smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, and he limped in the forest under his feet, where did he go?Cecil didn't know either.

He killed Eun Ge...he had to kill Eun Ge...

Cecil's body was so cold that he couldn't feel it, and his whole body was like a walking dead. After an unknown amount of time, Cecil walked out of the woods.

The sky above his head was about to brighten. Cecil raised his head, and the sky began to snow again. A snowflake fell on the corner of his chapped lips, and Cecil frowned slightly after being stung.

Some people who got up early saw the blood-covered people as if they saw monsters, and they all stayed away from each other, hiding from this poor and lonely child as if they were hiding from the plague.

The air outside was not bad. Cecil took a few breaths and finally recovered a bit, but the wound on his forehead was still oozing blood, his head was buzzing, and even his vision became clear for a while. It will be blurry for a while.

He is so tired and wants to rest...

Walking, Cehir was on the verge of falling to the ground several times, unable to exert any strength on his body.

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On the other side, Isri, who got up early in the morning, pulled his hat down a little, and the snow fell on it and refused to melt.

Isri looked at the ruby ​​in his hand, his eyes were full of indifference, and at a corner, he threw the ruby ​​into a beggar's bowl.

The beggar seemed to see a god, with inconceivably large eyes, and quickly knelt up and kowtowed to Isri.

There is no need to take care of dirty things...

The East Asian continent is not very big. Whenever there is news, everyone knows it. When you first enter the crowd, there are many people whispering in your ears.

"There was a man covered in blood just now, did you see it?"

"I saw it, I saw it, like a monster."

"Don't you think his blond hair is special and pretty?"

"Are you crazy?..."

Before the two of them finished speaking, they were interrupted by Isri who stepped forward.

"Hello miss, where did you meet this person?"

Isri's movements were graceful and calm, like a noble son, the two women who were talking were instantly fascinated, lowered their heads, pointed in the direction of the distance, and opened their mouths shyly.

"It's just in front of the coffee shop, go straight and turn left."

"Thank you." Isri smiled and raised the corners of her lips.

After saying goodbye to the two girls, Easri put his hat back on, and the smile on his face suddenly dropped to zero. He was about to find his dear little thing.

The pace under Isri's feet was a little faster. The two people said that there were not many people on the street, and they were scattered, and the end could be seen at a glance.

Isri pushed the hat up, and walked forward without stopping, as if he already knew where the man was.

There was a beggar sitting outside the alley, and there were a few sleepy ones lying in the alley. Isri frowned slightly, and his body drove him into the alley.

In just a few steps, the strong smell of blood rushed into his nostrils. Isri frowned dissatisfiedly, turned around, and walked towards the pile of withered grass.

I walked in and saw that there were still a few drops of blood on it. For some reason, my heart, which should have reacted violently, was now calmer than before, and there was not even a slight fluctuation in the matter.

Isri squatted down, raised his hand to gently push away the dead grass, and the face that had passed out was exposed in front of his eyes without any concealment.

"Master..." Isri's voice was very cold, seeing Cehir's body covered with wounds, Isri's eyes twitched slightly, as if he was suppressing some emotions.

Isri got up, took off his coat, bent over and wrapped it around Cehir's body, the person in his arms was dying, and the breath from his nose was intermittent.

Isri had no expression on his face, even his eyes were cold. The dying bird in his arms was finally going back to his cage.

A pampered little bird is nothing without the care of its master.