Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

Jiang Chi stepped on his shoes in a panic, his bare heels still exposed.

He was wearing a thin shirt casually taken from the edge of the bed, which Moran asked the zombie maids to prepare for him. Layers of lace at the neckline rubbed against the young man's tender neck, squeezing the pearl-like Adam's apple. Grind red.

Moran Wade, the most respected gentleman in the small town of Notting, but also the most feared serial killer "Night Devil", was lying unconscious on the messy bed right now.

The faint scent of white tea from the man's body still lingered between Jiang Chi's lips and teeth, while forcibly suppressing the thin panting in his chest.

In his hand was the knife that Officer Dennis Bright had secretly given him, but his fingers couldn't help shaking, and his knuckles turned blue and white like jade due to the force.

"I..." After all, Jiang Chi was still an ordinary fox living a stable life, and it was obvious that he had some psychological barriers to kill someone.

The boy forced himself to press the blade against the man's neck.

Moran's complexion showed a white color that seemed to be lacking blood all year round. The sharp edge of the knife was printed on the most fragile human skin, and a small stream of thick blood slid down the edge of the knife and wet Jiang Chi's fingers.

Jiang Chi was a little overwhelmed.

The boy hesitated, biting his lower lip tightly with his white teeth.

Almost bleeding from the bite.

"If you don't do it again, he will wake up."

The man's frivolous voice suddenly rang in his ears.

The candle flame flickered in panic, and a gust of cold wind blew by and went out in an instant.

The whole room was plunged into complete darkness.

The moon slid across the window lattice, and scarlet roses bloomed silently in the night.

Jiang Chi was taken aback, his hands shook, and the blade almost cut the man's neck.

A big cold hand with no temperature at all caught the knife in Jiang Chi's hand.

It was an invisible black mist, and a pale hand protruded from the black mist, firmly grasping Jiang Chi's fingers.

"Finally, I can meet you." The man let out a pleasant sigh.

The deep voice struck the boy's heartstrings like the notes falling from the cello.

Jiang Chi took a deep breath, the voice was the man who bewitched him to open the basement door, "You, who are you?"

"Have you forgotten it? It's really sad." The group of black mist said these words, but the ending sound trembled with joy, "Then why don't we get to know each other again."

Black mist lingered towards the young man, the pale and slender hand snatched the knife in Jiang Chi's hand, and pinched the young man's cheek.

"You smell so good."

The black mist trembled with a smile, and the heavy letter opener fell on the thick carpet, and was immediately swallowed by the cashmere that seemed to come alive.

"Little poor, little liar, little devil."

Hei Wu was shaking excitedly, and that bloodless hand with bruised veins pinched Jiang Chi's chin forcefully, pressing out a ferocious red: "Obviously I fell in love with you first."

"My little devil."

"You are so cute."

Jiang Chi's breath became short of breath, his body's stats were pitifully low, just being held down by a heavy black mist, the end of his eyes involuntarily became weak.

I didn't even have the strength to move my fingers.

Jiang Chi thought that if he could still move, he would definitely grab the heavy-looking brass candlestick on the bedside table and beat the pervert hard in the face.

Under the black mist, there was a man's delicate and tall silhouette, the corners of his thin lips were raised exaggeratedly, almost reaching the back of his ears, and he said word by word: "Little villain, let me introduce myself."

"My name is—" it dramatically stretched out its magnificent voice line, like a singer in an opera house, announcing with an aria-like voice on a golden stage, "Molan Vader!"

"Perhaps you can call me—"

"Night Demon."

Jiang Chi's pupils shrank suddenly.

Subconsciously looked at the sleeping Moran.

"Oh, don't look at him, my dear." Black Mist blocked Jiang Chi's sight with some dissatisfaction, "Look at me, obviously I fell in love with you first, I have much more taste than him."

It was as if a snake had licked his cheeks with a sticky and cold letter. It was clear that the black mist had no substance, but that sight made Jiang Chi's scalp go numb and his hair stand on end.

"What's the relationship between you and Moran?"

Jiang Chi's cheeks turned crimson from lack of oxygen and excessive panic.In fact, this level is no more than a piece of cake for foxes who have lived in the wild since childhood, but it has reached the limit when the data center rating is so low.

The young man coughed, and with tears in his eyes, he put his weak hand on Hei Wu's outstretched wrist.

That cloud of black mist seemed easy to satisfy.

Because of Jiang Chi's touch, he couldn't help trembling and giggling, and immediately let go of the palm that was restraining the boy.

Jiang Chi immediately took a deep breath.

"I'm really sorry." The black mist actually apologized politely, "I just feel a little sad to see that you only see this useless body in your eyes."

"If you'd look at me, I'd be happy enough to die."

The black mist trembled up and down, and its laughter was exaggerated to the extreme, but soon it seemed to think of something, and there was a bit of hatred in its tone: "That fat man is so ugly, do you think I have bad taste?"

The face under the black mist gradually became clear, but the facial features were still unclear.

It can only be vaguely seen that he is a handsome and wicked man.

He looked closely at Jiang Chi's eyes worriedly, inexplicably making people feel like a huge dog rolling around under the hands of its master.

If the owner would rub his dog's head, he would gleefully stick out his tongue.

If the owner wants to leave him, he will throw him down and bite his throat with his sharp teeth.

"It's an unfortunate coincidence that I hadn't had time to finish my great art at that time."

"Art?"

Jiang Chi finally smoothed his chest, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

"Such an ugly corpse deserves to be called art?"

He stepped on the thick velvet blanket with both feet, letting the living long cashmere-like monster lick his feet, the pink toes curled up slightly because of the itching of the fine numbness.

However, there was a cold and beautiful smile on the boy's face.

"I do not like."

He raised his chin arrogantly, like a rose erecting his beautiful but useless thorns: "Let me see your true level, I want it now, otherwise don't blame me for hating you."

Hei Wu really liked him.

He was obviously frightened by the attitude of the "master", and raised his hand in a flattering tone and said, "Of course, of course, I can watch it now, and I'll take you with me."

Jiang Chi pointed to Moran's body: "I want him! You can go in!"

His tone was condescending, arrogant and rude, and extremely pampered.

The black mist was thoroughly eaten, and immediately said: "Of course there is no problem."

He still seemed a little disgusted with Moran, curled his lips reluctantly, and then blended into the man's body.The man who had taken the powerful ecstasy suddenly opened his eyes.

Although Jiang Chi was prepared, he was still taken aback.

"Mo Lan" bent his eyes with a smile, stood up slowly and tidied up the messy clothes on his body, with a look of jealousy on his face.

"Princess, please." He bent down and stretched out a palm.

Jiang Chi finally had some strength now. He raised his hand and grabbed the brass candlestick. He didn't bother to look at the black mist, and snorted softly from his nose: "Why don't you hurry up and lead the way?"

The black mist, or the real night devil, didn't feel angry when he was left out in the cold.

There was still a frivolous smile on his face. Jiang Chi was used to seeing Mo Lan's gentle and gentle expression, but now he always felt uncomfortable seeing Mo Lan behind Ye Mofu showing an overly obscene expression.

No matter how you think about it, it's the night devil's fault.

The man was in a good mood and led the way. He even hummed a song and happily shook the key he took out at some point in his hand.

A black and white glass bead rolled to the ground.

He was kicked away by the Night Demon indifferently.

Returning to the door in the basement that was locked with heavy iron chains, Ye Mo snorted disdainfully: "Do you think it won't exist if it's locked?"

"Aren't those damn people still an eyesore?"

He spread his hands helplessly: "Sure enough, it's more pleasing to kill."

The heavy iron chain fell to the ground, and the mysterious door was pushed open forcefully.

Jiang Chi subconsciously closed his eyes.

I always feel like I'm going to see something bad.

However, the facts proved that his conjecture was correct.

The huge basement is full of various "arts".

The off-white skeleton with hideous movements is an oil painting that records the last tragic scene of the deceased, and those missing limbs soaked in formalin in the police files.

The lifelike oil paintings perfectly record the terrified expressions of the victims, and the large expanses of red oil paint make the viewers feel as if they are on the scene, witnessing the blood of the disemboweled people to die from exhaustion.

Jiang Chi felt nauseated in his chest.

It's disgusting, it's disgusting, it's disgusting.

The boy's legs were almost as limp as noodles, and he forced himself to hold the candlestick firmly with the last of his strength.

"These are all my treasured works." Ye Mo stretched his arms and smiled wildly, "Except for that bastard, you are the first person to see them."

"If you like, I can create more, more art for you! The world will go crazy for us!"

Jiang Chi said it was unnecessary.

While agreeing with the man dispensably, he secretly looked for any evidence that could be brought out.

There is a photo frame on a Chinese-style bogu shelf.

photo frame?

Jiang Chi froze for a moment.

The system said: "Cameras have already appeared in the nineteenth century."

"You can rest assured that in order to ensure the player's sense of experience, our games have always been very rigorous in this regard."

There is no need to advertise at this moment, hey!

That photo didn't have the clarity it has now.

He could only vaguely see Moran's face, and the corpse of a man sitting on a chair beside him with a crutch pierced from the abdomen to the throat.

Jiang Chi resisted the desire to vomit, pretended to be casually appreciating the work, and took it down.

"I want this!"

Like a spoiled brat, he held up the wooden photo frame and yelled at the Night Demon.

"You can do whatever you want." Yemo seemed a little surprised, but he was clearly dazzled by love, and even happy that Jiang Chi could appreciate his art, "What's so good about this, I have more precious and more Big things for you!"

Jiang Chi said, "No, I want this."

He raised the brass candlestick in his hand and smiled at the man.

"What do you think I want to do?"

Night Demon said: "You are playing with me..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Chi had already smashed the man's head hard with the brass candlestick.

"Just look at it," the pretty boy gasped and smiled at the Night Demon. "Of course it's more interesting to do it yourself."