[Comprehensive Manga] My love is a male god

Kuroro looked at Grotteri who was dying under Feitan's hands, turned around, went to the locked door of the room, and kicked the locked door open.

People who kill people all the year round are extremely sensitive to the smell of blood, so the moment he stepped into the room, he felt a faint smell of blood rushing towards his face. Kuroro quickened his pace and entered the bathroom.

The bathtub was filled with icy cold water, and there was a person floating in it.

An Zeyi's cheeks turned blue from the cold were morbidly red, and his usually clear eyes, which were as clear as autumn water, were already dull, blurred and glistening, watery and wet, seeing Kuroro, he only felt his stomach It's hot.

What a flirt, he thought.It's just that when his eyes fell on the corners of his blood-stained lips and his left wrist, all charming thoughts were restrained.

His wrist was hanging in the water, and there was a bloody and ferocious bite mark on it. Looking at the pool dyed pink, one could imagine the horrific amount of bleeding, and the depth might have bitten off the pulse of the blood vessel.

At that moment, he felt the temperature of his body drop.

Whether it was the time when he became a cat or recuperated in An Ze's family, every day, whenever he opened his eyes and saw An Ze Yi, he clearly knew that the other party was weak, but he felt that this person was very reliable from the bottom of his heart.

As long as I see this person and see his smile, I feel that the world is no longer cold.

And now, the fire that warmed him was about to be extinguished.

So when Kuroro came back to his senses, he had already fished the man out of the cold water and carried him outside.

"Maggie," he heard his own voice calmly: "help him."

The thin thread of thought quickly healed the wound, leaving only a winding scar.Kuroro has seen many scars, even scars on his own body are common, but only this time, when he looked at the scar, he felt extremely ugly and dazzling.

His wrist should be slender and thin, white and flawless like jade, with clear blue blood vessels and jade-like bones under the thin skin, not what it looks like now.

He didn't feel anything when he was safe and sound before, but now, thinking that he was about to lose the boy in his arms, he felt a rare feeling of wanting to kill someone.

In the past year, he watched his updates every day, watched his Weibo updates, and knew that he was living well, so he didn't feel anything. Now that he realized that he was going to die, he finally realized that Anze's love for him As far as he is concerned, it is not as irrelevant as he imagined.

i want him.

I shouldn't have let him disappear in front of me, Kurolo held his hand, thinking, the tyrannical thoughts in his heart became stronger and stronger.

People in Meteor Street have nothing from the beginning, so they have a beast living in their flesh and blood to their hearts and souls, imprinted with an instinctive plunder: grab it if you want it.

Food, water, clothing, companions, life……………

This kind of instinct, once they have someone or something they like, what they think of is not hugging, not kissing, or getting married and having children, but possession and plunder, which is to grasp firmly in the palm of their hands with open claws. Heart.

And no matter how gentle and gentle he usually behaves, he is essentially a beast that can only snatch.

And now this beast is considering how to deal with it after firmly grasping the small animal that it is sure it has in mind.

Maggie glanced at Kuroro, her eyes gliding over the hands of the two of them.No language, no guesswork, or even your own intuition is needed, just by such a simple action, you can tell that this young man with clear and elegant eyes really has a place in Kuroro's heart of.Even if that's just a reluctance to let go.

The body is often more honest than the mind with words.

"Ku, Kurolo?" The wound was healed and the bleeding stopped. Under the stimulation of Kuroro's thoughts, An Zeyi slowly opened his eyes, looked around with a little laxity, and pushed his fingers weakly. Pushing him, he didn't even see the plunder and possession in Kuroro's eyes with black eyes: "He wants to kill you, you go away."

"Go away, he's going to kill you."

Leave me alone, you go.

An Zeyi's voice was weak and small, but whether it was Feitan who was being tortured in the corner, the knight who had just opened the door, or Kuro Lomaqi who was closer to him, could clearly hear An Zeyi's words and those words. emotions in.

It was a very warm and pure kindness and concern, and it was also a beautiful emotion that would never exist on Meteor Street.

The beast in Kuroro's heart calmed down in this situation.

"He's dead." Ku Luoluo held An Zeyi's hand tightly, and his voice was filled with genuine tenderness and temptation: "The people who arrested you are all dead."

"Aren't you injured?" An Ze, who had lost a lot of blood, was so dark that he could hardly see the horse, but he still stubbornly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Kuroro.

"I'm fine." Kuroro's heart softened, and his voice softened a bit: "You should have a good rest, Yi."

Anze calmed down, and then breathed a sigh of relief. The result was that the heat that he suppressed by soaking in cold water and cutting his wrists surged up again.

"Kurolo," he hooked the other's finger and pulled it: "Ma, please, throw me into the cold water."

"Captain," Paconoda said at this time: "I checked Grotteri's memory earlier, and he drugged him, and that's what he did."

Kurolo: "..."

It's not an ordinary aphrodisiac, it's an aphrodisiac that is banned all over the world, enough to drive people crazy.

Lowering her head, she saw An Ze looking at him in a blurred way with lychee-like water eyes. In her eyes, the ever-burning passion/desire was restrained and suppressed.

Cold water won't solve the problem, not even self-blasphemy.

Find him a man or a woman to solve the problem?

………… He should do it by himself.

Then Kuroro pondered for a second, and knocked someone unconscious with a knife in his hand.

An Zeyi felt as if he had returned to the most desperate moment, the flames were burning his body, he wanted to escape, but he couldn't avoid it.

Ah Yi, Ah Yi.

Someone was calling him, and he couldn't breathe under the weight of his body, but the cool temperature made him feel attached to it.

The cool and heavy feeling disappeared, Anze stretched out his hand and scratched randomly, he didn't know what he grabbed, the cool temperature against his body made him just want to turn into a meow, rub it, and meow twice.

It feels so comfortable.

do not go.

don't let go.

do not leave Me.

Okay, I won't go, I won't leave you.Hazy, whose eyes are deep and dark, making people sink, whose voice is deep and sexy, gentle and affectionate, as if all the strength has been drawn from the whole body, it is soft and numb, letting people do whatever they want to create a charming dream.

Something, like snow falling from the sky, gently fell on him.

When Anze woke up, it was already dusk the next day.

Looking at the strange ceiling, Anze knew what happened to him without getting up.Thinking about it carefully, it's not like he didn't do it in his previous life. He guessed who the other party was.

Kurolo Roussillo.

The memory came back vaguely, and once An Ze knew about this kind of thing, he couldn't blame him. After all, even if the other party went there to save him, it would be kind and righteous. What's more, at that time, he had already committed suicide by soaking in cold water.

Thinking of the lingering relationship between the two of them last night, Anze felt his face was a little hot, and then he felt the refreshment on his body, which was obviously cleaned last night. Kuroro's face appeared in his mind, and he felt There is a trace of inexplicable sweetness in the noodles.

The temperature on his forehead was a little high, and Anze got up little by little as soon as he felt a little uncomfortable.

Well, my waist is so sore, I feel like it's going to break.My leg hurts, and my back is swollen.

The thin blanket slipped to his feet, Anze looked down at his bruised and purple naked body, turned his head and stretched out his hand to grab the clothes next to the pillow, uh, this shirt is not his number.Put on a shirt two sizes too big, a pair of shorts, and get out of bed top-heavy.

The moment he stepped on the ground, An Ze almost collapsed on the ground with his feet limp. Fortunately, he was safe with one hand on the wall.

His feet walked slowly to the door as if stepping on cotton, and when he opened the door, there was a strange environment.

Gritting his teeth, he leaned on the wall, moving his legs tremblingly.

"Are you awake?" A hearty voice sounded from the side, Anze turned his head, then opened his eyes wide, and said softly, "Charlotte?"

Brown chestnut hair, baby face, regular features......

Except for those emerald green eyes and the altitude that makes people enviable and jealous no matter how you look at it, she is really exactly the same as my good friend.

"I'm sorry," Anze was taken aback for a moment: "I recognized the wrong person."

"Ah, it doesn't matter." The young man smiled, his brows were crooked, he looked so innocent and cute, and no matter how he looked, he looked like Charlotte: "Are you looking for the leader? He hasn't come back since he went out."

"Uh," An Zeyi's long eyelashes trembled, he looked at the other party with clear and pure eyes, and said in a soft voice, "Excuse me, do you mean Ku Luoluo by the leader?"

He never asked about Kuroro's work, but when Kuroro told him the story of exploring the ruins, he told him that he was a graduate student in the Department of Archeology.

Such a young graduate student?Are you sure you're not kidding me?

Faced with An Zeyi's doubts at the time, Kuroro said that he skipped a grade to finish college, and after graduation, he went to graduate school and spent a long time exploring in the wild.

Head, are you the head of the archaeological team?

So young, really amazing.

"Huh?" The young man slightly raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't Kuroro say anything?"

Anze tensed slightly in his heart.

He felt that it was not his own illusion, there was a slight sense of contempt in the other party's words, and he was sensitively convinced that he was like a dead object in the other party's green eyes.

It's really annoying.

His name is Captain Kuroro, so Kuroro must be his immediate boss, and likes flock together and people are divided into groups. In Kuroro's eyes, he is also like this, right?

It's like treating a dead object without emotion, throw it away if you want, and destroy it if you want to.

The warm temperature in my heart cooled down.

Kuroro never thought that in the future, he and An Zeyi would be entangled with each other for so long and chase his wife so hard, all because of a look in the eyes of his pig teammate at this moment.

"Why did Kurolo tell me about him?" An Zeyi looked at him quietly, with a gentle smile on his face, his eyes were still clear, but with a slight alienation: "Even if you are a friend You also have your own *?"

"What's more, we are not even friends."

This is a kind of sadness. Anze calmed down and thought about it, and found that there was really no relationship between the two of them except that they had saved each other.

Although I was implicated, arrested and threatened by him, it was his own decision to save or not. To save was to repay kindness, and not to save was for self-protection. When I first saved someone, I knew that I might be implicated. Don't owe him anything.

He was just a little bit sad, just a little bit.

"I came to Kuroro just to say thank you," he smiled generously, calmly: "Then say goodbye, I'm going home."

To be hunted down, to take revenge, this kind of world that is comparable to grievances and grievances is not his world. He and Kuroro are people from two worlds.

Their acquaintance was an accidental mistake, wasn't it?

The throbbing of that moment, let it go with the wind, let it go.

Knight: "........."

Xia Ke: Is this rhythm a bit wrong?

I am used to seeing those ugly men and women who are obsessed with the leader's beauty and stalking, I thought this one who confused the leader was so stunning, but in the end, no matter how you look at it, this good-for-nothing good-for-nothing , That's fine, but why do you think he doesn't like the leader at all?

Is it…………