Sayaro stared at it one more time and pulled it up for him.

What is certain is that during his absence, Harrow was not touched by anyone else, he was a virgin with too little experience of personality to be lacking any longer, he was the first and only man of the little rabbits he raised.

The thought untimely aroused a strong sense of satisfaction, and Sayaro couldn't help but reach out and wipe his wet eyelashes, and even wanted to lean down and kiss him, but Helo raised his eyelids and crossed him like a knife, his eyelids were red, and there was a kind of devastating beauty.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you again."

Saying this, Sayero knew very well that he had almost done something under impulse just now. Even in a sober state, he is not able to completely restrain his ** towards this kid.

He wanted to him, and he thought about it countless times when he was a child.

Sayaro grabbed his tied hands, lifted his waist with one hand, leaned close to his ear, and soothed him in a soft voice: "Just sleep for a while." ”

Helo closed his bloodless lips tightly, did not say a word to him, just closed his eyes, and the tears that had not dried in the corners of his eyes silently condensed into mournful traces in the corners of his eyes, and his head tilted, and he fainted again.

Sahero wiped the corners of his eyes with his thumb, and in great distress, untied his hands and stroked his forehead.

After making sure he didn't feel an unusual temperature, he bent down and kissed him lightly at the corner of the eye, then carefully lifted the hem of his garment, examined the wound he had caused, and did some meticulous sterilization to get what he had left behind.

After doing this, he returned to the driver's seat and skillfully pressed a few keys on the ship's operating terminal from memory to turn on the power engine.

But the ship was unresponsive, apparently something was wrong.

Sayaro's eyes narrowed, and his gaze went straight through the window, as if they were floating on Earth, or a planet close to Earth, surrounded by a body of water.

That meant they had to turn to the C.I.A. for help. And before that, he had to be alone with Herlo for a while.

In the evening of the next day, the ship slowly approached the shore of a small island, and after rushing onto the beach, it stopped like a sluggish old man. After a snort, the hatch slowly opened, and a long ladder plunged into the ground beneath the gravel.

Helo struggled to wake up from a shock.

The first aid solution played a very good role in the body, so that his physical condition was well restored. He slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the blood-colored sky above, and the second saw the back of Sayaro sitting in the driver's seat, and the screen showed a coordinate location that could tell that they were on Earth.

On Earth? Are they back? Not dreaming, right? That's right...... What about his companions? They won't still be in the hands of the Forsaken Ruins......

Helo propped himself up, and Sayero heard the movement and turned his head, turning his head away from the eyes as if he were electrocuted, pretending to be looking outside.

"Awake? Feeling better? Considering Helo's sensitive self-esteem, Sayero lowered his voice and asked very gently. But the effect was no different from that of a rapist soothing a victim, and Helo ignored him with a cold face, but he immediately noticed that he was looking at himself in the glow of glass, and he couldn't help but feel a little amused. He was already good at peeping at his heart, not to mention that he had raised him for five years, and he knew what he was thinking as soon as this kid's rabbit ears flicked.

Instead of leaning over to continue to stimulate him, Sayaro crouched down and cleaned up the equipment he had scavenged from the ship's storage box. In a short period of time, it was definitely not easy to get Helo to forgive him.

He knew that the boy he had raised with his own hands was mentally flawed.

Sexually and emotionally, Helo is as sensitive as a girl, and some of the things he did when he was growing up were probably beyond his reach, and any more intense they would make him unbearable. And this defect is not congenital, but created by an older brother like him, who plays the role of a parent.

Thinking like this, a trace of complex and contradictory feelings came out of Sayero's heart.

It's like a bottle of wine that he himself cellared many years ago, secretly fermented in the dark place of his heart, so that today he tastes that sweet and sinful taste, both guilty and willing to do so.

Resisting the urge to immediately embrace the other party into his arms and love each other, Sayaro lowered his head and took out the remaining items in the bag one by one.

The FROG stealth combat suit, soft metal body armor, a double-edged paratrooper survival blade, an M9 pistol, an MP5 laser submachine gun, a pack of electronic cigarettes, and a box of condoms are like the configuration of the US special forces, and they are obviously looted by the people of the Forsaken Domain.

Sayaro frowned at these familiar objects, pulled out the inner liner of the body armor and put it on, pinned the paratrooper blade and pistol into the back of the waist, loaded the MP5 with bullets and handed it to Helo: "Will it work?" ”

This move was very effective, and Helo took it and asked coldly, "Where is this?" ”

"In the middle of the Pacific Ocean, we have to go to this small island to find supplies and wait for rescue."

"You contacted Thorn Heaven?" Helo raised an eyebrow.

Shayero shook his head and threw the stealth suit at him, "No, CIA. ”

Helo turned around without saying a word, took the combat uniform he handed over, shrank down to change it behind the chair, and put the combat uniform on his body in three or two clicks. When he stood up straight, the lines of his body were neatly outlined, like carving him into a warrior with a knife and axe, and the whole person was particularly heroic.

He couldn't help but stare at Helodo a few more times, Helo was uncomfortable with him, turned around and walked out the door, but he grabbed one arm, copied his hand from under his armpit, and put the body armor shell on him.

"I've already worn a ......" Helo grabbed the hand that had buckled the strap on his chest, and felt a sudden kiss on the side of his neck, and couldn't help but feel a thrill.

"Obedient." A deep voice commanded in his ears.

He shook off his hand and rushed down the long ladder, plunged headlong into the sand, quickly got up again, patted the sand on his body, and strode forward like a meteor.

Shayero packed up his gear and followed.

Swarms of albatross skimmed over their heads from the sea, directing their gaze to the interior of the island, the shadows fading, and the distant silhouettes of massive geometric figures peeled off in the sunlight, revealing criss-crossing skeletons like the corpses of colossal beasts and their tombstones.

Closer you can see their gleaming metal bones, mechanical gears and chains, desolate and cold.

Beyond the jungle on the coast, they were greeted by a ruined view of the city, as if it were a post-apocalyptic scene after the "Yom Kippur" that had been a long time ago.

It seemed to be deserted, the roads were covered with thick fallen leaves, the ruins were crawling with strange red vines, and there were broken tanks, armored vehicles, and even the torn wreckage of fighter jets, as if this place had just experienced a terrible war, and God pressed the stop button, freezing time forever in that moment.

"What the hell is this?" Crossing the obstacles on the ground, Helo stepped on a hard object, looked down and saw a round metal badge faintly shining in the dust, and saw a seven-pointed star on it, and his heart tightened.

"The remains of the neo-Nazi army." Sayaro warily patrolled his surroundings.

The walls were stained with blackened gunpowder, and the pavement was covered with radial depressions.

Based on the longitudinal shape and diameter of the depression and explosion, he could tell that it was one of the kind of laser-guided bombs called the "scalpel".

Helo raised his foot and kicked the metal badge to the side, and was about to ask a question when he heard a hissing sound of steel wire snapping from the bottom of his foot.

"Be careful!" Shayero's face suddenly changed color, and he dragged Helo into his arms, and his body flew backwards dozens of meters in an instant, slamming into a tree, and the two of them planted themselves in the low bushes together.

Without hearing the expected explosion, Sayaro's extreme nerves relaxed, but his arms still maintained the posture of shielding the person in his arms.

In an instant, his adrenaline rush reached its peak, triggering another chain reaction. The dark power was in his blood again, and Helo was almost suffocated, and he held the ground with one free hand: "Damn, how can there be mines in this abandoned place?" ”

Finding that Sayaro's expression was wrong, he stiffened up with a carp and lifted Sayaro up from the ground, and saw that the wound on Sayero's back was rapidly healing automatically, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then became a little worried - this is the virus in Sayero's body at work.

What if Saya Ra becomes the same as before under this stimulus...... There's no one here to help the two of them. Helo patted his cheek nervously: "Hey... How do you feel? ”

Sayero lay on his back motionless, his eyes closed, his throat rolling a few times.

A sense of luck filled his brain, and there was a fear of Sen Han, and the danger that was even more imminent for Helo now than just now came from himself.

Helo tried to lift him up, but his knees were on the soft soil, it was already very difficult to support his center of gravity, and as soon as his thighs were exerted, he even brought another dull pain, and Sayero was covered with solid muscles, which were so heavy that he tossed a few times, but he couldn't stand up, but grinded with the ears and temples of the people under him for a while.

From time to time, the soft strands of hair swept across Sayero's cheeks, and sweat dripped down and even seeped into his lips, and even his clenched teeth could not resist the fragrant venom.

His throat burned hot, and his body temperature rose rapidly - a precursor to "awakening".

Pushing the person who was pressed on his body away, the man half knelt up, and his hand quickly felt out the tube of the injection labeled "ketamine" on his waist, and pierced it into his spine, Helo was shocked when he saw this, and with a wave of his hand, he knocked the injection aside, grabbed his collar and shouted: "Are you beating your body with iron!" Such frequent injections of anesthetic can cause permanent damage to your nerves! ”

"There is no other way. The flower of evil will intensify people's repression. As he spoke, Sayaro's closed eyes opened, and a kind of hot fireworks shot out from under his eyes, grinding his Adam's apple with his teeth as if he was about to bite his throat, and whispered a threat, "Unless you repeat what happened last night, would you like to?" ”

Helo was taken aback, clenched his fists, and subconsciously blurted out a-for-tat confrontation with him and shouted: "Then I'll kill you!" ”

After saying that, he immediately covered his mouth, unable to believe that he said this kind of thing, and his eyes were wide open.

Sayaro's head was dizzy, his body leaned forward by the action of inertia, threw him into his arms, and buried his head inadvertently on the side of his neck, he immediately stiffened, his legs trembled, and he trembled like a rabbit several times before realizing that Sayaro had just fainted, and before he fell unconscious, his big hand instinctively protected his head.

It was as if such an action was already an instinct of his.