you turned on the love game

Kukulu Mountain is about 3722 meters above sea level, and most of it is the private land of the Kedike family.

But there is also a small part of the national public domain, which is available to explorers from all over the world.

——The location where you are now belongs to the public area.

Layers of leaves cover the skylight, and only a glimpse of bright colors can be glimpsed from the gaps.But perhaps it was because the dull dark clouds began to dissipate, and the small golden spots on the wet ground gradually increased.

In this silence, the red-haired young man who was covered by your sight did not hide away, your hand pressed against his eyelids, and when you touched the long eyelashes, you paused slightly, and dense itch appeared in the palm of your hand.

Just as you were about to show a smile, you suddenly bent down again.

"Cough cough cough..."

However, when you coughed, you just blocked his eyes in vain, not noticing that the dark golden light was shining through the gap between your fingers.

This riot of evil thoughts is fierce, as if it wants to smash all the internal organs of the body, the manic power is raging and raging in your body, blood is constantly overflowing from the right hand covering your lips.

The arm gradually lost its strength, and the palm blocking his eyes slowly slid down, just when your hand was about to fall from Hisoka's face——

He grabbed your wrist violently.

You suddenly stopped falling, leaned forward, and coughed while resting your elbows on Hisoka's half-squatted knees.

Above the head, the pair of icy golden pupils seem to be staring at you without any emotion, while the other hand hanging by the side is slowly kneading the playing cards tightly, crushing them into powder without even the slightest sound.

After several minutes, that chaotic force lurked again.

The coughing finally subsided.

You looked down at the palm of your right hand, which was full of blood.

Eyelashes trembled slightly, you folded your palms together, wiped away the remaining scarlet on your lips, then turned your wrist and pressed your bright red palms underneath, smiling at Hisoka as if nothing had happened.

He stares into your eyes, his face darkened.

The out-of-control mental pressure surrounding his body didn't get any better.

You shook the hand that was pinched by him, and your tone was pretending to be relaxed: "The backlash of the ability to read seems to be a little serious."

Hearing this, Hisoka sneered suddenly, the turbulent undercurrent almost overflowed from his eyes, the strength in his hands suddenly increased, and you could even feel his wrists being tightly clenched by him.

The originally relaxed atmosphere became tense again, and he lowered his voice, biting a viscous tone, which sounded particularly unfriendly: "One, one o'clock?"

You sigh silently inwardly.

Compared to the easy-talking child and teenage years, he has become a difficult adult.Not only can't he be deceived anymore, but the oppressive force brought by the tone of voice is different from before.

but……

One thing is still the same as before.

You raised your eyes to look at him, the anger in those dark golden pupils deepened and deepened, shrouded in dim light, as if a flame would ignite at any moment.

Whether it's the anger at the moment or the malice just now, although they are all real, it's hard for you to be wary of Hisoka.

Because his superficial madness hides an extremely subtle restraint.

Just like a winter night with wind and snow, even the cold current is wrapped in the smell of cold rust.But in this darkness capable of devouring all things, a candle was burning, and the wick was lightly stirred artificially.

Then the crimson flame trembled unconsciously.

"Then... just a little more."

You stared at his beautiful golden pupils, smiled with crooked eyebrows, and gestured casually with your left hand, "Well, just a little bit more than one point."

Even though you were joking with him indiscriminately, you never moved your right hand, firmly covering the blood on your palm.

Hisoka's eyes slowly moved to your right hand, the sneer on the corner of his mouth sank, the emotion in his eyes became darker, he didn't answer your words, he stretched out his hand and pinched your right wrist.

The blood-soaked palm was instantly turned over by him.

The scene suddenly fell into silence.

After a while, his grip on you increased again, and his face seemed to be covered with frost. From the corner of his eye, he saw your blood stained on the pads of his fingers holding his wrist, his eyes darkened, and he suddenly restrained his movements.

You noticed his restraint and were about to laugh when you saw the red-haired young man asking you with an expressionless face: "What's going on?"

You moved your fingers and said helplessly, "Ilmi's ability to read."

The violent power in the body is still lurking, and it is unknown when it will stir up again, "I broke free from his thoughts, this is backlash."

"impossible……"

Hisoka's eyes were cold, and his tone was rare and calm: "Even if the ability to control thoughts breaks free, it should be reflected on the person with the ability, not on the person being controlled."

"Well, normally it does."

You nodded and said: "So I guess this ability may have added the factor of "restriction and oath" to achieve the effect of backlash, so now there are only evil thoughts left in my body. "

When the words "remaining evil thoughts" were mentioned, Hisoka's exquisite face instantly cooled down, his eyes were heavy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Your hand is still held by him, you need to look up at him when you speak: "It's okay, besides, it's a blessing in disguise, I..."

Speaking of this, you suddenly paused, and then your fingertips curled up slightly, noticed by Hisoka, he raised his eyes to look at you, and his long and thin eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes.

Looking at the familiar face in front of you, your emotions froze for a moment, your pupils trembled slightly, and you said softly: "I remember a lot of things I forgot."

For a moment-

Your wrist was suddenly clenched tightly.

The breeze lingering around suddenly dissipated, and the pair of golden pupils that had returned to calm became cold again, and there was even a faint storm sweeping inside, but you still have to say what you have to say.

"Sorry……"

You think of the promise you made before, the hesitation you stood in the mobile phone store, and finally the scene of looking at each other in the lobby of the Sky Arena, your eyes are filled with heat, and your voice is so soft that it will disappear when the wind blows.

"I forgot the promise I made."

Closing your eyes, you meet Hisoka's gaze and tell him the truth: "Because I was subjected to the "memory erasure" experiment. "

You are telling the truth.

But to him, it probably sounded like a lie from the Arabian Nights.

So he stared at you and sneered, "Hehe..."

In an instant, the pair of golden pupils wrapped in a bone-piercing chill opened wide, and the terrifying oppressive force came overwhelmingly, mixed with ice-cold anger.

Your breath stops suddenly.

In the next second, Hisoka grabbed his neck and pressed him to the ground.

The same posture as on the roof of the circus back then.

But the red-haired boy who suppressed you has grown up and is imposing, and the heavy pressure alone can make the weak you immobile.

"Lu, Xi, Ya."

He lowered his voice and called out your name word by word.

There was a lot of malice in the cold tone, a few ridiculous sneers escaped from his throat, his eyes were like a knife, cutting open your flesh and bones.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

There is no rising ending sound, and there is no weird tone of voice. The more normal the tone, the more it can show Hisoka's current anger.

"I really know how to talk."

At this moment, his palm is stuck on your neck, it only takes a little force, and the fragile bones will be broken immediately, and he no longer needs to hear such words that annoy him.

Should have done it long ago.

He should have made this decision much earlier.

As if belatedly, the corner of Hisoka's mouth curled up, as cold as a snake entrenched in the dark, and the bony palm immediately pressed down, and it only took a second to completely choke your throat.

You didn't move against it, just looked at him quietly.

The hand that had killed countless people suddenly stopped moving when it really felt the weak touch under the palm.

Before you said anything, countless violent storms suddenly rolled up in those golden eyes, mixed with malice and killing intent, and finally fused and distorted into an extremely complex emotion that was close to anger.

Your heart trembled, your throat was a little choked up, and you couldn't speak.

The emotion in Hisoka's eyes changed extremely quickly.

The brief anger just now disappeared, replaced by a touch of sarcasm, his shoulders trembled slightly, and a strange laugh emerged from his throat.

The tone that matched him came back to his throat: "Hehe... um... that's a good point, but unfortunately, why are you still alive?"

He leaned close to your ear, with red hair hanging down his neck, his tone was serious, like a beast approaching its prey step by step, his voice was so low that it was almost breathless, he asked you intimately but full of malice.

"In that case, why didn't you die?"

The scene fell into a brief silence.

It was so quiet that even the slightest breathing could be heard clearly.

You looked at the red hair in front of you and said softly, "I thought about it."

The eyelids were lightly closed, and the shattered pupils were concealed inside, "I also thought about it, why not just die."

Imprisoned in a cold laboratory.

Facing those strange and weird instruments day after day.

"After the manor exploded, I inexplicably appeared in a strange research institute, where it was difficult to escape. At first I often thought so."

This was an experience that Hisoka had never heard before. His cold smile was slightly restrained, and the pressure surrounding his surroundings was also weakened a little. The palms that clasped his neck loosened and tightened, and finally remained the same.

"But then, I thought..."

You looked at him, and there was sparkling enthusiasm in your eyes, but a smile slowly curled up on your lips, "I survived so hard, how can I just die again? I still want to..."

You paused suddenly, as if your throat was clogged with emotion.

Facing Hisoka's dark golden pupils, you laughed, curled your fingers slightly, and your voice was softer than the clouds: "I still want to see you again..."

The sneer on his lips completely collapsed.

Staring at you, the whole face is as expressionless as wearing a mask.

As if the tsunami is coming on the eve.

The surface is extraordinarily calm, and people can only see an ominous red at the edge of the sea level, thinking it is a gift from the sky at dusk.

You thought he would be furious again, so you waited quietly, but after a few minutes, the thought pressure that restrained your limbs suddenly disappeared, and the hand holding your neck tightened and tightened, and finally slowly loosened.

You froze for a moment, reacting abruptly.

Before he got up, he hugged the cold-faced red-haired young man directly, instead of holding him in his arms like he did when he was a child, he just hugged his shoulders.

"Sorry……"

There is no familiar floral aroma, nor the sweetness of chewing gum.

But even if there is only the cold smell of blood left, you know that he is someone you can trust, and you never need to be defensive.

You buried your head in his shoulders, tightened your arms sadly, heat overflowed from the corners of your eyes, and wet your cheeks: "I've been dishonest for too long."

"..." A gust of wind blew through the forest.

The leaves above his head rustled.

For a long time, a hand grasped the lifeline of your neck from behind, the voice was unexpectedly calm, and there was cold malice in the intimacy.

"Lucia..." he said, "I will definitely kill you next time."

You laughed out loud and promised him: "Well, okay."

Then pointed out his loopholes, "But when you speak harshly, remember to aim your murderous intent at me, not at those innocent trees next to you."

Hisoka sneered suddenly: "Heh..."

You bent your eyes and wanted to say something, when the power in your body suddenly exploded, you immediately channeled your thoughts to resist the impact inside your body, but you still couldn't hold back a few coughs.

The warm fishy sweetness overflowed from the corner of your lips, and you licked it indifferently, and when you were about to reach out to wipe it off, you suddenly saw Hisoka's gaze focused on the corner of your lips, and you bent down and lowered your head two seconds later.

He slowly raised his right hand and wiped the blood from the corner of your lips with his thumb.

A strange emotion crossed your mind: "What's wrong?"

He didn't answer, but stared at the dark red blood on his fingertips with lowered eyes, and gently twisted it with his index finger, the blood was wiped evenly in an instant.

Seeing this, the red-haired young man's eyes darkened.

Suddenly, there was an indescribable sticky feeling around him.

Then, he raised his right hand again.

When you were unprepared, you suddenly smeared the blood from your fingertips on your lower lip, and rolled it over hard, and the pale lip color was immediately stained red.

"..." You looked at him in shock and froze in place.