【Xue Xiao】Prisoner in the deserted city

Xiao Xingchen heard Xue Yang read out what he had written before, as if his whole body had been stripped naked from the inside out, like falling into an ice cave.Unexpectedly, Xue Yang misunderstood it and thought that it said Zichen.

Xiao Xingchen's heart gradually calmed down, and he said flatly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm talking nonsense?" Xue Yang sneered again, "Isn't this your handwriting! Look at what you wrote—oh, my heart pleases you, I'm getting goose bumps, Daoist Xiao Xingchen What a tender feeling! She looks pure and pure, but in fact she has a lot of thoughts! He still likes men, hahaha, what do you think—"

"Don't say it."

"I want to say it!" Xue Yang said angrily, "Song Daochang is such an arrogant person, and he also has a problem with cleanliness. If he knows that your good friend has such thoughts for him, he must be disgusted with you!"

Angrily, Xue Yang tore the rice paper into pieces, and threw it at Xiao Xingchen's face and body.

Broken papers fell all over Xiao Xingchen's body.Just like the shattered past, the boy's figure has long been shattered under the unchangeable reality.

Xiao Xingchen didn't move, but he finally grabbed the small piece of paper that had fallen from the back of his hand with his backhand.

Xue Yang's eyes were bloodshot, he stepped forward and pulled Xiao Xingchen's wrist, forcefully and viciously dug into his palm, pulled out the piece of paper and threw it away.

Xue Yang asked sharply: "Does he know! Does he know?!"

Xiao Xingchen felt a little surprised by Xue Yang's appearance. How could he be so angry?

Worried that Xue Yang's erratic personality would be unfavorable to Song Lan, Xiao Xingchen endured the pain in his wrist, and wrote lightly as much as possible: "We are friends, and we are open and frank with each other. There is nothing else."

"What a magnanimous one! Song Lan is the only one who has a close relationship with you from the beginning to the end. Doesn't he have ghosts?"

Xue Yang's tone changed, becoming weird and ambiguous: "No wonder, no wonder you are willing to do this for him. You would rather be teased and humiliated by me than hurt him at all."

No matter how persevering and peaceful Xiao Xingchen was, he couldn't stand Xue Yang's nonsense.He said: "No!"

"What's the matter? Apart from him, I can't think of another person who will make you 'happy with the king', Taoist priest. It's been three years."

Incomprehensible.

Xiao Xingchen turned his face away, as if he couldn't bear Xue Yang.Seeing this, Xue Yang was even more sure that Xiao Xingchen admired Song Lan, and a fire in his heart burned him fiercely, almost driving him crazy!

Xue Yang dragged Xiao Xingchen and threw him into the room.Xiao Xingchen stabilized his body, Xue Yang pressed him against the wall, frowned and said with a smile: "It seems that he doesn't know. It's a pity, Xiao Xingchen, are you very sad?" Think he treats you like me?"

As Xue Yang said, he kissed Xiao Xingchen's lips.Xiao Xingchen turned pale with shock, sobbing and resisting, but Xue Yang pinched his chin and forcibly opened his mouth to bear it.Xue Yang stirred wildly in that warm mouth, arrogant and rough.Angrily, Xiao Xingchen pushed him away fiercely, turned aside, and wiped his mouth with his hands in disgust.

Xue Yang turned around and bullied Xiao Xingchen again, he laughed and said, "What are you pretending for? If Song Lan is the one who treats you like this, you will die of happiness."

Xiao Xingchen trembled with anger: "I said it has nothing to do with him."

Xiao Xingchen was still trying his best to protect Song Lan, for fear that Xue Yang would get angry.Xue Yang was about to go crazy, crazy jealousy crawled all over his body, screaming and tearing, almost tearing him to pieces.

His heart kept screaming crazily, Xiao Xingchen is mine, Xiao Xingchen is mine!Song Lan really deserves to die!No, no, no, you should be ashamed!The two of them will never see each other again forever and ever!

Xue Yang summoned Jiang disaster in his hand, pushed Xiao Xingchen away and walked out quickly.

Xiao Xingchen was terrified, and quickly stood in front of Xue Yang.

"what are you doing--"

Xue Yang had no choice but to stop, and said darkly, "Go away."

Xiao Xingchen stubbornly didn't move. He didn't know why Xue Yang was so angry. He never understood Xue Yang's perverted and twisted character. He misunderstood his friendship with Song Lan, and he was so angry.

At this moment, all he could feel and be sure of was the strong murderous aura from Jiang disaster.

Xue Yang gritted his teeth and pointed his sword at Xiao Xingchen's chest: "Do you think you can stop me with your present form!"

Xiao Xingchen was extremely sad.

His good friend, Song Lan Song Zichen, who shared the same ideals and ambitions with him, was once so cold and aloof, full of ideals, but because of him, all the families were destroyed, because he suffered a catastrophe, and he was not safe after death. , but also to suffer unwarranted suspicion and anger.

What is he going to do to keep his only safety!

Excessive mourning, extreme hatred and resentment, his old wounds recurred.Blood overflowed from the empty eye sockets, and two blobs of bright red were printed on the snow-white bandage. More and more, it flowed down the cheeks.

Xiao Xingchen raised his hand to hold Jiang disaster, the sharp blade cut his palm open, and blood beads rolled down the blade.

Xue Yang raised his eyes and stared at Xiao Xingchen angrily. He was about to pull the sword away, but it froze. Xiao Xingchen gripped the sword even tighter.If he insisted on pulling away from the sword at this time, Xiao Xingchen's palm would be cut in half!

Xue Yang said, "Let go."

Xiao Xingchen obviously didn't relax a bit, as if he wasn't afraid of pain or that his hands would be abolished.

Xiao Xingchen said, "You can't continue."

Xue Yang said: "Xiao Xingchen, what position and qualifications do you have to ask me. As long as I want, I can kill you with a single sword at any time."

"It's up to you. But, I won't let you hurt Zichen."

He is obviously a useless person with no spiritual power, but Xiao Xingchen is powerful in every word.

The two confronted each other like this, and neither of them had the intention of giving in half a step.Seeing Xiao Xingchen whose face was covered with blood, but who still stubbornly believed that he could stop everything, Xue Yang suddenly relaxed, and smiled happily: "If I don't want to hurt that bastard Song Lan, it's fine. But it depends on the way Improve your performance."

The murderous aura on the Disaster Reduction Sword disappeared.Xiao Xingchen hesitated, and carefully lowered his hands, as if he was afraid that Xue Yang would change in vain.

He said, "What do you think of me?"

Mixed with desire for Xiao Xingchen and revenge for Song Lan, Xue Yang's smile was sinister and vicious.

Xue Yang gestured falsely against Xiao Xingchen's chest with Jiang Mi in his hand, flirtatiously lifted his Taoist robe, moved the tip of his sword up, and touched Xiao Xingchen's chin, lifting his face.

Xue Yang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Of course I want you to obey me obediently."

There was endless ambiguity in this voice, like a poisonous snake burrowing into Xiao Xingchen's eardrums, conveying his intention clearly.

Realizing what this person was going to do next, Xiao Xingchen shook his body and couldn't help clenching his hands: "I...I..."

"Why, are you not happy? I think I am generous enough, I am simply a saint. Daoist Xiao Xingchen, you see, you only need to pay a little, and you can save the person you love from being smashed into pieces and ashes." Woolen cloth."

The tightly clenched hands loosened slowly, and blood trickled down the fingertips to the ground.

Xue Yang saw it, and his jealousy and anger reached the peak.With a distorted smile, he pointed at Xiao Xingchen with his sword, forcing him to the wall, and with a wrong edge of the sword, he cut open his belt.

Xiao Xingchen tugged at his Taoist robe, as if he wanted to preserve his dignity.Xue Yang said, "Let go."

Xiao Xingchen let go of his hand, and slowly slid down against the wall.The Taoist robe hung loosely on his body, and his black hair hung down, covering his shoulders and chest. No matter what, he refused to bear the blasphemy of the demon in front of him naked.

Xue Yang wiped the blood off his face, and threw himself on the ground to do those things.Xiao Xingchen could no longer resist anything, and lay there as if he had died.Every inch of his body was being toyed with, humiliated, and occupied by his sworn enemy.In the past few months, his enemy's methods have eased a lot, and he has not been forced for a long time, and now he is just repeating the same mistakes.But for Xiao Xingchen, there is no difference between these, and it also makes his life worse than death, and he is in pain.

Xue Yang pulled Xiao Xingchen up and knelt, opened his jaw, and stuffed his penis into his mouth.Xiao Xingchen was trembling all over and was about to vomit, but he couldn't resist, he could only helplessly let the thick penis come in and out of his mouth.

The warmth of the mouth made Xue Yang extremely excited and comfortable, and his genitals scraped his tongue and teeth, making him tremble slightly.

Xue Yang said confusedly, "Use your tongue to help me lick it."

Xiao Xingchen's mind was buzzing, and he was almost stunned.Xue Yang stepped forward punitively and loosened it hard, almost hitting his throat, threatening him to hurry up and deal with it.

Xiao Xingchen's mind went blank, and he followed Xue Yang's words blankly.How could he know these things, but the moment Xue Yang touched the tip of his tongue, his whole body was trembling with pleasure, grabbed Xiao Xingchen's hair, and thrust him more eagerly and quickly, the twisted pleasure deeply surrounded him , vented his desire amidst the warmth.

Xiao Xingchen instinctively pushed him away, and the cloudy semen slid down the corner of his mouth, and part of it ejaculated on his collarbone and the messy Taoist robe.

Xue Yang was so stimulated by this appearance, Xue Yang's blood became tense after he slowed down for a while.He threw Xiao Xingchen to the ground, opened his legs, and inserted his stiff temper again.

Hate, it doesn't matter, anyway, I have already been disgusted and disgusted, so I am afraid that it will make the situation worse.It doesn't matter if you admire others, at least you can hold this person firmly in your hands, let him roll under you, and possess him affectionately.

None of this matters, it's okay.

Xue Yang yelled frantically in his heart, admonishing him, why should he be hysterical for others.He just needs to hold the things he wants firmly in his hands, and that's enough.

Is such a false life what he yearns for?Just like those three years, just like these few months.Amidst the rage of resentment and jealousy, Xue Yang no longer knew the answer to this question, and the naked reality crushed even that little bit of warm hope.

The killing and bloodshed in his heart are waking up, he shouldn't be immersed in that fragile falsity anymore, carefully maintaining it, vainly wanting to last forever.He doesn't look like him anymore, he needs to be more calm, this is the real Xue Yang.The straightforward, ruthless, vengeful, free-spirited Xue Yang is not the panic-stricken self who is bound by inexplicable emotions.

No matter how riddled the reality is, no matter how bloodstained, no matter how dark, there is nothing that Xue Yang can't face, and there is nothing he can't bear.He has long been used to it.

Isn't his world like this?