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It turned out that it had fallen into such a deep state.

If he were thrown into that purgatory-like training camp now, he would be vulnerable.

After a few seconds of silence, he let go of him: "You think this kind of game is fun, don't you?" ”

"Yes!" Helo coughed up a few mouthfuls of water, and a few strands of hair covered half of his face, "Why, after playing with me for so many years, you finally lost your patience?" When you are responsible, you regret it, don't you? ”

"I've never regretted anything... Ignorant stinky boy. Sahero grabbed him by the collar and tried to pull him up from the beach, but he didn't expect to use too much force, and two or three buttons broke off, revealing a large piece of bare white shoulders and neck of the person under him, and his eyes lingered for a moment, and Helo escaped from the crook of his arm, and before he could take two steps, he dragged his ankle back, and he kicked off one of his shoes.

Helo knelt on the beach, strangled by him. A large hand reached through the crack in his shirt and touched him, and the sand rubbed against his damp skin, making him limp, like a fish trapped in a fishing net.

"Fool around again, believe it or not, I'll teach you a lesson here?" Sayero intimidated fiercely.

The breath in his ears was hot and humid, and the fingers in his clothes pinched his nipples lustfully, which made him excited, and his arrogance disappeared without a trace.

His body was tamed and obedient, but his tone was still strong, and he gritted his teeth and spat out a few words: "I don't want you to be shameless, Lord Agent." There are cameras near the protective wall, are you going to want us to be broadcast live on the news? ”

This trick really worked, and as soon as the strength on his body was loosened, Sayaro picked him up on his shoulders and walked towards the bridge.

"Shayaro," he whispered through gritted teeth as he was put on the plane, "you big liar." ”

Shayero leaned down, his chest pressed against his back like a rock, and started the engine.

Sailing through the bustling downtown of New York and into the suburbs, the aircraft came to a halt in front of an ornate Baroque court building.

Helo spun around at the top of the building in front of him, the same content as a billboard on the city wall was looping on a huge screen, more dazzling than the scorching sun overhead.

He stumbled a few steps and almost fell to the ground, being held up by Sayero.

The so-called university turned out to be a fully enclosed training camp specially set up for the Krons by Sayero, which is equivalent to a large factory that produces technical Kronns.

And the irony is that his worries just now are all unnecessary, and he will not be discriminated against here.

Like all Kronns, he has his own masters, and is the best candidate for a bad job as a slave, a servant, and a high-risk mechanic.

Really well thought out.

He stared at the Crons in all kinds of uniforms around him, and without saying a word, he was escorted into the cage by Sayaro with his hands tied like a walking corpse, and walked into the cage, his whole body in a state of confusion, unable to tell whether it was a nightmare or a real reality.

If a moment ago he was in heaven, now he is in hell.

Just last night, he had dreamed of marrying his master, which was ridiculous.

How could he believe for a moment that Sayero loved him?

If that can be called love, it must be preceded by a "pet" of a pet slave to be appropriate.

Staring at the registration terminal that shot a laser and hit his fake name "Eton" on the blank ID card, Helo pulled the corners of his mouth expressionlessly, and looked at the man next to him without focus.

"You don't think this place can keep me, do you?"

His voice trembled a little, and his lips were not bloody.

"I know I can't."

Sayaro grabbed his hand and caught him off guard and put something around his neck.

It was a metal ring for the slaves of Kelon to wear. He froze there, feeling Sayero's fingers brushing against something around his neck, a stream of electricity running from his fingertips to the palm of the other's hand.

"So it will report your location to me at any time."

Helo retracted his hand in amazement, took a step back, and his face turned pale.

There was something he had not dared to dig deeper, lingering in his heart, and finally turned into a clear and hideous substance. Compared to the dreamy sweetness, it feels more real.

He laughed mockingly, his throat burning and choking on the smell of blood: "Since you don't want me to stay by your side, what are you bothering to do?" ”

Sayero grabbed him by the back of the neck, bent down and carried him up like a rag doll into the dormitory.

The door was slammed shut, his body was thrown on the bed, one hand straightened out Helo's messy sideburns, and he lay there lifeless without answering, just his eyes closed, his eyelashes wet, his neckline revealing a slender neck, and on that extraordinarily fair skin, a black metal neck ring was unusually eye-catching.

"Stay here until I come back to pick you up." Sayaro wiped the corners of his eyes for him, and his voice was terrifyingly gentle, "You know why I did this, and I don't want to leave you in this kind of place. ”

Helo closed his eyes and let out a soft, cold snort.

He took off his soaked clothes, revealing his graceful back, as if he was deliberately seducing the man behind him, but the other party immediately pulled up the blanket and wrapped him in it.

"It's safe here, the Kelon slave camp. What could be more hidden than here? Why don't you just throw me in the Kiron Recycling Plant? ”

Sayero leaned over his face, his thumb grinding against his snarky lips, "How do you believe that I really want to marry you?" ”

"Don't you think it's ridiculously false to say such a thing?"

Helo opened his eyes, and his silver-white eyelashes looked like needles with ice slag.

He stroked the metal ring around his neck, his long fingers moving slowly and gracefully, but his expression was as indifferent as that of a delicate doll.

"So what is this? Wedding gifts, my hosts? ”

Sayero's eyes darkened suddenly, and his hands clasped his shoulders, tightening uncontrollably. His breath sprayed on his face like a torrential rain.

"Do you know, every time you call me that, I really want to... Kill you? ”

"Come on! You love it when I call you that, don't you? ”

Helo's eyes widened and he didn't give in, and he went toe-to-toe with the person on his body.

The brothers put the tip of their noses against the tip of their noses, their foreheads against their foreheads, and their breaths were like two pythons twisting and tearing in silence. I don't know who started an almost crazy kiss first, and by the time they came back to their senses, both of them had already reacted with sabre-rattling.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the person below him looked like he was being ravaged, and Sayaro bent his knees and propped himself up, and the hot thing brushed against Helo's lower abdomen. The slightest movement caused a sensitive tremor from the people under him, and his breathing was chaotic like a disaster.

If one day he will die, it must be on this kid.

Sayakoro thought to himself in despair.

He stood up, rubbed Helo's hair with his palm, and turned the action that just crossed the line into an elder-like caress: "I still have to rush back to the CIA headquarters, and I will be back to see you in a few days." ”

Heloh looked at his back, his whole heart gripped by a sense of panic.

This panic was huge and lacked real reason, but it made him so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe, like a fish that couldn't live without water.

He instinctively got up and grabbed the hem of the other party's clothes: "Hug me, okay?" ”

As if hooked out of the heart by a spider silk, Sayaro turned his head and reached out to pull the other party into his arms, but Helo suddenly knelt down, grabbed his trousers with both hands and pulled them down, buried his head in the middle of the situation, and bit the zipper of his pants, Sayero's body shook, one hand pinched his chin hard, trying to lift his face up, but he suddenly touched the tears in his hand.

"Don't leave me behind. Just let me stay by your side and be your slave alone... Master. ”

A nameless fire spread from the depths of the heart that saw the light of day. He clasped the back of the neck of the person under him, and his finger bones tightened unconsciously: "Get up." ”

Helo knelt there motionless, just as Shayero had proposed to him a moment earlier.

It seemed that only by kneeling in front of him in this way, in a gesture of slave and pet, would the phrase "marriage proposal" become true. He didn't believe him, he didn't believe in himself, and he didn't believe that Sayero's affection for him was what he had hoped for - love.

What a ridiculous word.

He was so humble, paranoid, and pure in love with Sayero. There is such a thing as dignity, and he has long since lost even a little scum in front of him.

And maybe in the beginning, there was no zài.