The sick and weak beauty is caught in the infinite Shura field

【Fuck, I knew it couldn't be that simple! ! ! !Shocked my whole family]

[Good guy, good guy, I call Niu Cha directly, my delicate and delicious wife is still being targeted by Bian Tai! ! 】

[Wait, this guy stomped on everyone, why the hell didn't he do anything?I do not believe! 】

[Day by day, Director Jian is a cow, a cow, a tauren! 】

[My wife came out to look for clothes and her cute naked butt was seen?I thought the person surnamed Chi was a decent person, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, tsk. 】

The face under the mask seemed to be pulling the corners of its mouth, and its eyes were fixed on the person whose mouth was covered by him through the eye holes of the round mask.

Being so close, you can feel it whether it's trembling or anything.

When the other party's drawn long eyelashes trembled and swept across the side of his hand, there was a little itchiness, with a little bit of tears that seemed to be frightened.

At this time, another very bright lightning flashed, illuminating the entire bathroom. This thunder was really loud, and the soft and slender body was suddenly shaken by the thunder after the lightning.

The masked man speaks Mandarin, and the pronunciation is very standard, so they can be understood, but why the meaning of the combination is not very understandable.

The clothes are still hanging on the shoulders, the back waist is pressed against the cold tiles, but the front waist and abdomen are attached to the masked man's body, and the scorching body temperature is also transmitted through the fabric, which is both cold and hot, making him feel uncomfortable. Layers of goosebumps, trembling involuntarily.

It wasn't until the other party let go of his hand a little bit, allowing him to breathe, that the hypoxic brain began to think again, recalling what the other party said just now, at this time, he finally understood it belatedly, and his face exploded with a bang. red.

The masked man took another step forward, and the two of them were completely pressed together. Lin Zhaoyun's entire back was covered with tiles, and the metal buttons on the opponent's shirt were stuck into the skin and flesh of his shoulders.

Lin Zhaoyun unconsciously opened his eyes to struggle, and saw the mask again, a vague sense of fear reached his brain.

But the masked man just stretched out his hand, strangled his neck with little force, and pressed his thumb. Although it didn't hurt, Lin Zhaoyun didn't dare to move again with just this one movement. The throat bone pinched and exploded.

Under the palm is fair and delicate skin, and the upturned neck reveals the most fragile part, as if it can be broken with a little force, which satisfies an indescribable desire for control.

The scorching breath was suffocated in the mask, and the sweat rolled down the neck a little bit, and disappeared into the collar of the shirt.

Feeling a little hurt from being crushed, Lin Zhaoyun flinched a little. Even if he refused to push, he pressed his arms in front of his chest, and curled his fingers to push away, but it was useless. He didn't move at all. The opponent was powerful and overwhelmingly restrained .

"Tired, tired of nonsense..."

Lin Zhaoyun's voice was completely muffled, he couldn't open his mouth, he couldn't speak clearly, and he was trembling, his voice was also very small, like some kind of small animal, babbling.

He opened his eyes a little bit, but he didn't dare to look at the other person's mask, and lowered his eyes to hide his gaze.

A deep laugh came from behind the mask. He was very tall, and with the other arm pinching his waist and lifting it lightly, Lin Zhaoyun's toes lifted off the ground.

The window was hit by the torrential rain and the wind, the window frame rattled, and the pouring rain, like a stream, kept flowing down outside the glass, and even knocked down a tree, hitting the wall next to the window heavily , Fortunately, it is a small tree.

"nonsense?"

The palm of the masked man went up along his Adam's apple to touch Lin Zhaoyun's face, and finally stopped on his trembling eyelashes, and patted his cheek twice gently: "Don't be afraid."

"Didn't you notice something was wrong?"

"There are often footprints outside your door, it's very messy, it doesn't look like a person."

Lin Zhaoyun pursed his lips in confusion, he really didn't see it...

I only feel that it is a person, that is, the person in front of me.

The dazed and ignorant look on Lin Zhaoyun's snow-white face made the masked man pause, and said, "Didn't you feel weird when you were filming?"

The little face in the palm of his hand shook his head slightly.

The masked man was really stunned for a moment, as if surprised by Lin Zhaoyun's dullness.

"The serious-looking director often does some strange things, like... borrowing someone else's hand to trick you."

Even the tips of Lin Zhaoyun's ears turned red, and he wanted to turn his head away to hide the embarrassment on his face.

The masked man laughed softly, and quickly said softly, "I kind of know why they like you."

Because Lin Zhaoyun was too scared, he didn't pay much attention to his words. The cold tiles were not warmed by his body temperature, so he finally said "cold" softly with a trembling voice.

The masked man froze for a moment, then "tsk", lifted Lin Zhaoyun up and hugged him, wrapping him in his coat.

Lin Zhaoyun thought he was going to do something, and subconsciously struggled in fear. In a panic, he touched the inside pocket of the opponent's coat, and touched a somewhat familiar shape.

Lin Zhaoyun paused for a moment, and subconsciously shook hands.

Seems to be……

Lin Zhaoyun opened his eyes wide, and his whole body became more tense and tense.

But before he could fully touch the outline of the thing, the other party wrapped the clothes hanging on his shoulders around his upper arms, and directly cut his arms behind his back.

"Don't be afraid, my target is not you."

The tip of Lin Zhaoyun's nose was full of the smell of his own shower gel, and his arms were very hot, very warm, but the shirt inside was also faintly wet with sweat, and it went from a little cold to very hot in an instant.

With such movements, he almost seemed to be hugging the other party, with his snow-white arms wrapped around the other party's tight waist, feeling the explosive power hidden under the shirt.

"Is it still cold?"

Hearing the heartbeat of the other party, Lin Zhaoyun was a little less scared, shook his head, and after a while, a thin voice came out from his coat: "You, are you Wen Xun..."

The movement of the masked man froze for a second, and he said, "You'll know after a while."

He wrapped Lin Zhaoyun up and hugged him, walked out of the bathroom to the bed, dug him out of his coat, wrapped him in a blanket, put him on the side of the bed, bent down to press his chin, and pressed his thumb against his lips Pearl, pressed it slowly, and then whispered to him in his ear: "I want to wrong you, because I have to figure out one thing."

Lin Zhaoyun immediately looked at him, with frightened tears still remaining in the corners of his eyes, afraid of what the other party would do to him.

Before he could react, a ball of soft cloth was stuffed into Lin Zhaoyun's mouth, and his thumb and index finger cooperated to pinch his mouth wide, so that the cloth could be pressed against his tongue as much as possible, so that he could not make a sound.

After the whole thing was finished, the accumulated saliva overflowed because it couldn't be closed. The masked man paused and stretched out his fingertips to wipe it off. Lin Zhaoyun was slow to react before biting his lip and turning his head away.

Candles flickered on the bedside table.

The masked man got up and walked slowly and softly to the door, picking up the stick that was placed by the door at some point.

He is tall and has excellent proportions. Apart from the terrifying mask, he is definitely a supermodel figure, but Lin Zhaoyun noticed that his right foot was slightly limping.

There were soft footsteps outside.

Knock knock knock, there was a knock on the door, Lin Zhaoyun immediately opened his eyes wide and looked towards the door, trying to make a sound but in vain, when it reached his mouth, it turned into a humming sound.

The knocking on the door suddenly became lighter, as if someone was lying on the door and looking inside.

"Lin Zhaoyun, are you okay?"

It was Chi Ye's voice, and then I heard the doorknob being shaken up and down, followed by a strong kick, just two or three times, Chi Ye kicked the door and entered.

Lin Zhaoyun suddenly let out a "woo", which obviously had no effect.

With a sound of "bang", the masked man standing in the blind spot by the door suddenly jumped up, and hit Chi Ye directly on the head with a sap. Chi Ye was not dizzy the first time, but he fell to the ground directly by the second time.

Lin Zhaoyun was completely startled, and heard another blow that made him feel cold all over.

Seeing that Chi Ye was knocked dizzy by him, he quickly found hemp rope from under the table and tied him up.

Immediately afterwards, Jian Yanxi, who was the closest to the room, heard the abnormality running over. His footsteps were fast, and he arrived at the door in half a minute. He was more cautious than Chi Ye and did not walk in immediately, and called Lin Zhaoyun uncertainly.

Lin Zhaoyun struggled twice, the blanket on his body slipped from his shoulders, and slid lightly onto his arms, exposing a large chest, which was faintly visible under the candlelight.

At the moment when he was stunned, the masked man jumped out, Jian Yanxi reacted quickly and blocked it with his arm, but the masked man had been dormant for a long time, and quickly struck out the next stick.

Lin Zhaoyun didn't dare to look at it at all, he closed his eyes tightly, and finally stopped after hearing some sounds that made his teeth sore.

Several people were tied together, and footsteps came from outside again.

Bo Zhiqiu, but his walking posture was a bit weird, his body was a little stiff, and his face was weird. When he saw Lin Zhaoyun sitting on the bed in disheveled clothes, he frowned.

The last one to come in after him was Wen Xun. He was wearing the leather gloves he wore when he first saw him, with a gun across Bo Zhiqiu's waist, and the two walked in slowly.

"Wen Xun, what do you want..."

He paused, because as soon as he entered the door, he saw the masked man standing by the door, and Chi Ye and Jian Yanxi who were tied up on the ground.

Bo Zhiqiu's face was sunken, and the masked man standing beside him cooperated and tied him up.

At this time, Wen Xun still had time to take out the lighter from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and with his long hair tied behind his back, he turned around to close the door smoothly and gracefully, and breathed out the smoke.

Seeing Lin Zhaoyun's appearance, he frowned and walked over quickly.

Lin Zhaoyun was subconsciously afraid of him, and unconsciously stepped on the quilt and moved back, terribly afraid.

He quickly walked to the bed, and seeing Lin Zhaoyun's retreating movement, he narrowed his eyes, leaned down and pinched a corner of the cloth, and pulled out the wet cloth that sealed Lin Zhaoyun from his mouth.

The uncontrollable saliva flowed out, Wen Xun took out his handkerchief from his pocket, bent down and wiped it off for him little by little, and then didn't feel disgusted at all, just said in front of several people that it was already a little wet Put the handkerchief back in your pocket.

"Tsk, disgusting."

The masked man's voice sounded, although he said disgustingly, the eyes under the mask were fixed on Lin Zhaoyun's moist lips.

Wen Xun wrapped the blanket on Lin Zhaoyun's body, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked softly, "Scared?"

Lin Zhaoyun pursed her lips and eyelashes and trembled, unable to speak.

Wen Xun drooped his neck, and slowly approached his face.

Chi Ye and Jian Yanxi who were in a coma woke up, but Wen Xun ignored them and approached them slowly, put the safety on the gun in his hand and put it back into the inner pocket, and stretched out his hand to grab Lin Zhaoyun's chin, in front of everyone Pasted in the eyes of people.

Forced to accept extremely tender kisses.

Lin Zhaoyun couldn't bear the strength of the other party's bending down, and suddenly fell back. Wen Xun half-kneeled to follow, obviously it started from a gentleness, but it became more and more different.

Wen Xun looks orderly and extremely gentle, but in fact, his exhalation is urgent and hot, and his heartbeat is heavy and rapid.

He was even worried that Lin Zhaoyun would hit his head when he fell backwards, so he protected the back of his head tightly. Lin Zhaoyun's hanging heart dropped for no reason because of his action.

While the ears were rubbing together, Chi Ye's angry screams came from beside his ears. Wen Xun stretched out his hand to untie the fabric of Lin Zhaoyun's wrist, supported his lower back, and sat up slowly. Lin Zhaoyun unconsciously grabbed his waist with both hands. Collar for balance.

"Wen Xun, you are Wen Xun...!" Chi Ye suddenly understood, and looked at the masked man standing aside and staring at Wen Xun and Lin Zhaoyun.

When Jian Yanxi heard Chi Ye's words, she narrowed her eyes as if thinking of something.

On the other hand, Bo Zhiqiu's expression turned very bad in an instant.

Lin Zhaoyun was let go by "Wen Xun", and he was also attracted by Chi Ye's words, and looked at the masked man.

The masked man who had been thinking about playing with the stick let out a short sneer, and finally took his mask off his face.

He approached slowly, limping slightly, and walked to the range covered by the candlelight. Under the dancing candlelight, Lin Zhaoyun saw the tear mole in the corner of his eye.

It was a face that was no different from "Wen Xun".

Except for that tear mole.

He approached Chi Ye again, Wen Xun squatted down slowly, looking at the blood overflowing from the wound on his head: "Have you guessed something? I still wonder why I did this to you."

Chi Ye's face was not good-looking, probably because of the pain of the wound, and the muscles of his neck were particularly stretched.

"Still wondering why I left the hospital bed?"

He got up: "Let me introduce to everyone, my brother, Wen Sui."

Slowly moving onto the bed, Wen Sui, who was hugging Lin Zhaoyun, fiddled with the lighter in his hand, and put out the cigarette in his mouth.

Lin Zhaoyun wanted to move his body and sit still, but the other party thought he was struggling, so he put his arms around his narrow waist, and the palms slipped from the collarbone into the blanket, touched his soft skin, and patted him gently to comfort him. He lowered his head and said softly, "Don't move, baby."

Wen Xun also took out a gun from his pocket, wiped the tip of the gun with the hem of his clothes, the muzzle glistened in the firelight.

Like a demonstration, he aimed at the crowd, made a shooting motion, and grinned: "I'm in a good mood now, if you have any questions, one for each of you, I should ask what I want to know after the question is over." Problem."

Jian Yanxi didn't speak all the time, and at this moment she spoke first: "How did you avoid the small number of people and follow you to the island?"

Wen Xun glanced at him and felt that this question was not nutritious, so he answered simply: "It's easy, staggering the time difference, wearing a wig, you can't tell the difference at all, as long as I walk slower and walk more slowly."

"What happened to your leg..." Chi Ye asked.

"That's up to you."

Chi Ye immediately wanted to continue asking something, but Wen Xun quickly interrupted him: "A question."

Bo Zhiqiu thought for a few seconds before asking: "You killed the assistant director and prop crew? Why did you kill them? What is your purpose?"

After a few seconds of delay, he added: "Is it about what happened six years ago?"

Wen Xun looked straight at him, and suddenly laughed strangely: "Yes."

But this "yes" didn't know which question he was answering, and then he walked slowly to Lin Zhaoyun who was being hugged, and leaned forward slightly: "It's your turn."

Lin Zhaoyun was called out suddenly, and he was stunned for a moment. He didn't know that he could also ask questions, and Wen Sui's palm that was placed in the blanket pressed against his shoulder.

Lin Zhaoyun moved his lips, and was suddenly cueed into thinking that he couldn't think of the problem at all. Afraid that the other party would lose patience, Lin Zhaoyun thought for two seconds and blurted out: "You, have you been hiding under my bed before?"

Being so close, the details of the other person's face can be seen a little bit more clearly. Compared with Wen Sui, there are still differences in the details of the appearance of the two.

Except for the mole, Wen Xun's profile is not as deep as Wen Sui's, and the feeling of mixed blood is slightly less, but it is also tougher.

Of course, these differences are only subtle.

Lin Zhaoyun was startled by the opponent's sudden approach, and retreated reflexively, but couldn't retreat at all. He turned his head and saw an almost identical profile face, and the side waist also touched another gun in the inner pocket of Wen Xun's coat .

The cold and hard metal texture made Lin Zhaoyun tremble uncontrollably.

Wen Xun probably didn't expect that he would use such a precious opportunity to ask this question, and raised the corner of his mouth: "What if I say yes."

"Because your room is the safest, and occasionally I will be in my brother's room."

The shiny metal gun tip scraped Lin Zhaoyun's cheek lightly, making a blush, then stopped between his lips, scratched for a moment, and wet a small piece.

He continued: "When you ran out of the bathroom without shoes and stepped on the carpet with wet bare feet looking for your mobile phone, I could see it clearly from below. As long as you poked your head out a little, you might be able to see something. Anything else."

He leaned close to Lin Zhaoyun's ear, and said softly, "The pink one."

【Huh----】

[I just said, how can this dead masked man who scared my wife to death several times and almost cried could be serious]

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I want to see the following perspective! ! ! ! 】

[Fuck, do you dare to say that you didn't do anything after watching it! !Dare you swear! ! ! 】

The almond-like beautiful eyes were enlarged, and the eyelashes were trembling. Lin Zhaoyun felt a chill from the soles of his feet, all the way to the spine and brain.

His palms were covered with fine sweat, his scalp was numb and even his teeth were chattering.

As long as he thought that when he was alone in the room, there might be someone hiding under the bed or in the closet, he would feel bad.

And Wen Sui frowned, and poked the muzzle away with his finger: "Don't waste time, Ah Xun."

Wen Xun nodded, and the next second he straightened up, his expression changed almost instantly, and he turned to look at the three of them: "Then, I'm done asking, it's my turn."

"Six years ago, the staff of the actor's hotel outside the set of "In the Field" were under strict management. Who could break through the layers of defense with poisonous drugs in such a tight security environment, enter the actor's room, and poison them smoothly. "

His cold eyes swept over everyone: "Or, he is not an outsider at all."