Helo stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it.

Salty, piping hot.

The hand around the back of his neck suddenly tightened.

What followed was a whirlwind of the sky, and his body was crushed to the sand, and Sayaro closed his eyes tightly, as if to stop more tears from falling, and lowered his head to kiss his lips. More fiery than any kiss ever before, presumptuous, crazy, as if he was enchanted by him.

The entire ventricle was melted with it, and even the big hole seemed to be being smoothed out little by little.

How many years did he chase before he caught this man and wept for him?

After so many years, the rebellious behavior of adolescence, the efforts made to catch up with this person, and the self-torture again and again, he finally drove him "crazy".

Heloh opened his mouth and craned his neck to kiss him back, and he heard their hearts beat fast, almost at the same frequency, like a resonant aria.

The falling lips and tongue turned from kisses to licks, and even the grains of sand on his skin were swallowed, greedily sucking his sweat.

Helo looked up dizzily, completely lost, his body struggling backwards, slumped in the other's arms. Sayaro lifted his ass back up, gently holding a pot of porcelain. He bent his legs to his abdomen, took off his windproof jacket and put it under him, hugged him tightly with his bare body, and stroked the back of the man in his arms impatiently, his fingertips sliding from his spine to his tailbone.

It's dry in the desert, but it's soft and hot.

It's not a suitable location, but the two of them can't stand it for a moment.

Helo looked up at him, his eyes were misty, his chest rose and fell violently, his face was full of sweet red tides, and his whole person was as delicate as a poppy blooming in the moonlight. Sayero scooped up one of his legs, followed his slender ankle, round knee, and kissed him inch by inch.

When he kissed the base of his leg, he inadvertently noticed a small mark on Helo's abdomen - it seemed to be a scar from laser surgery, which was difficult to detect without looking closely.

Shayero reached out to touch it, and Helo suddenly shook like an electric shock, and his whole body stiffened.

"What is this?" He grabbed his wrist and asked eagerly.

Helo stared blankly at the scar, confused, confused, his gaze wandered in the void for a few laps, and slowly, as if remembering something, his face became ugly.

"What's that, Helo? What did Isaiah do to you? Sayaro stroked his cheek and held his breath.

"No... I don't remember. Helo shook his head, bit his lip, and put his clothes on his body with a shaking, as if he was trying to endure it, so that he did not cry immediately.

Sayaro's heart gave birth to an extremely bad feeling.

He stretched out his hand to take the other into his arms, but Helo shrank back as if he was afraid of him, stood up and ran away, and was caught in his arms by Sayero.

Sensing that someone was trembling in his arms, Sayero turned him over, but Helo did not want to look at him, his face was pale, his eyes wandered, he frowned, pushed him away, knelt down and turned his head and vomited.

"What's that, Helo?"

Sayaro nervously grabbed him by the waist to prevent him from falling, and patted him on the back with one hand.

Helo spat out a translucent nutrient solution.

He remembered the operation he had done in a semi-comatose state, the hazy feeling of having his stomach cut open and messing up all his internal organs and stuffing them into another set of organs.

There is also the doctor's conversation with Isaiah.

They say he can get pregnant like a woman.

Isaiah modified his body, not only giving him a set of female reproductive organs, but also stuffing it into an artificial womb, artificial egg cells, and reproductive sac that could conceive babies. Although his appearance has not changed much, he has become an out-and-out, intersex person.

Does Sayaro feel disgusting?

Even he felt that such a self was extremely disgusting.

"What's that, Helo?"

Sayaro hugged him and forced him to look at him, and Helo panicked and avoided his gaze, trying to prevaricate with something, but his mouth was disgusting and wanted to vomit.

He couldn't remember if Isaiah had violated him before he regained consciousness.

If anything...... He didn't even dare to think about this hypothesis.

He lay on the ground vomiting hysterically, even vomiting bile, splashing onto Sayero's shoes.

He glanced at it in despair, and subconsciously reached out to wipe it: "I'm sorry... Got you dirty. ”

Shayero held his colorless face and was very distressed: "What is that?" Helo? ”

Helo ducked his head, shrunk his shoulders, and his gaze drifted away unfocusedly, for he had vomited all the food he had eaten, and he didn't even have the strength to speak. He hung his head and climbed on Sayero's arm for a long time before he spoke, his voice dry and weak: "I don't want to say. At least not now, please ......"

The self-loathing that came out of his bones came up, stronger than before, and he couldn't breathe.

Without saying a word, Shayero bent down, lifted him up, carried him on his back, and tied him with an armed belt.

Small patrols roamed around them, like a swarm of fireflies, but they couldn't see them, they couldn't hear them, and they shimmered in the desert night.

When he looked at it, it looked like a sea, reminding Sayero of the night he had accompanied Helo on the beach to catch the Silverwing Rover a few years ago. They ran on the beach, one foot deep, one shallow, and when they were tired, he carried Helo on his back along the shoreline back to their home, as he did now.

At that time, it was probably his purest day and living like a real "human".

"You like me carrying you like this, don't you?" He asked.

Helo wrapped his arms around his neck, clinging to his broad back, and replied with action.

"You don't know how powerful you are... Even if it's just for me. Sayaro deliberately slowed down, his slender legs strong and strong, his thorny boots rustling into the sand.

Silent and gentle.

Their shadows merged into one in the moonlight, like two souls clinging to each other.

The hair of the two of them reflected a faint halo, and it looked almost white in the night, as if they had walked in this desert and had gone through decades of time and aged together.

The light of the patrol surrounded them, but Heloh was not nervous at all.

Sayaro was on his side.

"When I was very young, I was trained to be an absolute obedient killer, and after that I went to serve in the army, and since then I have lived for one goal, not even knowing what I want, what I like, and what I hate. You think I'm your Creator, but you've changed me. ”

He gathered the legs of the man on his back and turned his head sideways, hearing his suppressed damp breathing.

"Do you know why shadows exist? Helo... I'm standing here because you've been watching me and chasing me. It's time for me. I'll catch you and definitely won't let go. ”

Warm liquid trickled down his neck, and Sayaro stopped, his heart twisted.

"We're not like normal lovers. But don't lose faith in yourself, try to believe in me. ”

"You should know I love you by now, don't you?"

Deeply loved.

Helo sniffed, nodded eagerly, hugged Sayero's neck, and slowly put the weight of his whole body on his straight back: "I believe...... But give me a little time to build my confidence. ”

"Tell me what that scar is, Helo, I'm worried."

Shayero took another step, looked at the faint point of light in the distance of the desert, and muttered in a deep voice, "I lost you once, and I can't afford to lose you a second time." ”

How do you speak? Such an embarrassing and terrible thing. Helo took a deep breath and spat out a few words with difficulty: "It's not a big problem, when we are safe, I will sue you." ”

Shayero reluctantly unscrewed the engine, and the aircraft let out a loud roar, flying over the desert and over the old city of Egypt.

Underneath is not like Hong Kong, nor like the United States, Helo looks curiously down on this foreign land he has never been to, and feels that it is like a dormant ancient beast with infinite power.

After the Third World War, it was a wasteland, but now it is one of the most chaotic areas in the world, with a pyramid of classes.

Living at the top of the pyramid are independent armed warlords, known as the "pharaohs", who guard this ancient land with oil negative energy sources, like the Arab kings sitting on oil, making it difficult for any power to invade. In order to seize the negative energy source in a pyramid, the United States paid an extremely heavy price, and these past events are still vivid for Sayero.

Helo craned his neck and asked him, "What is this place?" Have you ever been here? ”

"Came, a long time ago." Sayaro slowed down and leaned into his ear, telling in the wind about the thrilling experiences he had never told Helo, who listened attentively, like a child listening to a bedtime story, his eyes wandering from the monuments buried in the night, his heart throbbing with the roar of the aircraft.

As he listened, the more he learned about Sayero's past, the more complete his soul became, and the stronger his desire to fight alongside him became.

As dawn broke, the east was white, and they landed in front of a spaceship in the morning light.

Dozens of aircraft lined up beneath the ship, and the Delta Force was gearing up.

A group of dozens of people were extremely surprised to see that the CIA special operations captain, who had been missing for a night, had not only returned, but also brought someone with him.

One of them was Shayero's old comrade-in-arms when he served in the Delta Force, and when he saw Helo, his jaw almost dropped: "You... You are ......"

Before he could ask the following question, Helo blew up.

He brutally put his arm around Sayero's shoulders and introduced himself very coldly: "My name is Helo, and I am his partner." By the way, I'm not Ailing. ”

"But you ......"

Sayaro stopped the other party with a terrifying look, picked up the people around him, and walked into the medical cabin of the spaceship. Seeing the medical signs, Helo shrank back, subconsciously trying to escape.

But it's too late.

He was dragged into a medical pod and then restrained.