The touch of the fingertips is so real that it makes people feel creepy.

the slight elasticity felt when the abdomen of the fingers is sunken; When rubbing, there are some cutting hands in the stitching place, probably because the stitching material itself is very casual; It was uneven and devoid of body temperature, and when he closed his eyes slightly, he could see a little girl sitting against the edge of the window in the frozen night, and she fixed a tall body with her legs, and then sewed a beautiful head into the shell with vines in the darkness.

"This is Adam's body, this is Odin's head, and when they are combined, they become the strongest warriors - across time, across space, without the constraints of any treaty......"

Lilith's muttering was almost drowned out by the rustle of the vines in the cold wind, and finally the sound grew so small that it almost disappeared......

The cold sweat was about to soak his shirt, and his body began to tremble slightly irrepressibly, and his pupils constricted slightly, and then he felt a large hand covering his eyes, and he fell into darkness, and at the same time felt his soft lips gently take his lower lip, sucking, licking, and biting-

The other party's movements are gentle and careful. There is also a hint of banter.

"What do you remember?"

Enoch's voice was low and magnetic, he leaned against the ear of the god of cocoon, and the god guessed that the cold sweat that was falling down his hairline must be clear to the other party's eyes at this time, and he felt fear - he reached out and grabbed Enoch's shoulder, so that the man could no longer get close to him with his chest against his chest, and he asked in a voice that only sounded calm, "What is this?" ”

"Memory." Enoch said without thinking.

"What do you mean?"

"History is nothing but layers of matryoshka dolls, and Frigga you never know the meaning of your struggle when you are in it - and I am fortunate that I am out of time, the one who is forced to fiddle with this matryoshka doll, and I take it apart with my own hands and put it back together ......"

"I ...... Can't understand what you're saying. The cocoon god grabbed the big hand that was covering his eyes, suddenly made another move, and asked in confusion, "What did you just call me?" ”

"Friggia."

"How-"

"Shhhh

"Remember, in the end, the boy set out on the path of slaying dragons in a dream, he killed the dragon, saved the world, and finally when he completed his mission, he died peacefully in his sleep......"

"Wrong."

"What?"

The cocoon god was slightly stunned.

"The story isn't over yet."

Enoch leaned against the god of cocoon in a smiling voice, and he tightened his hands around the waist of the black-haired young man, and then said in a deep voice—

"There's a little-known easter egg at the end of the story. A poet who was lucky enough to survive in a village heard the story of the boy still going to slay the dragon, and decided to record this qiē for posterity, so he quietly followed the boy, and he saw that the boy had indeed killed the evil dragon - after the boy killed the dragon, he dug out the dragon's blue right eye, and at this time, he got wisdom in the dragon's blue eyes, and he finally knew that in fact, the soul of his beloved girl had not disappeared, and he was imprisoned in the dragon's eyes. As long as he gathers the souls of ninety-nine innocent maidens, she will be resurrected. ”

"Lies."

"It's a ridiculous story," said Enoch, laughing, "and then the bard saw the boy who had slain the dragon standing on a mountain of jewels and coins, holding the eye of the dragon, and he had grown hard scales, ugly horns, and the spine of his back had shredded his dragon-slaying cloak and turned into sharp barbs, and eventually, he had become a dragon. ”

“……”

The man raised the corners of his lips and watched with satisfaction as the man in his arms tensed, and even his breathing became cautious - and then he was roughly pushed away by the black-haired young man, and the other's breathing became rapid, and the air seemed to freeze with it.

However, Enoch did not give the other party another chance to refuse him, he reached out and pulled him into his arms, and kisses with regret or other better hot feelings rained down on his face!

In the end, he grabbed his lips and kissed him in a way that seemed to tear him apart, asking for the liquid and the bloody snort......

"Don't—"

“……”

"Don't look into the eyes of the dragon, Friggya, let the dragon sleep forever."

……

[Don't look into the eyes of the dragon, Friggya, let the dragon sleep forever.] 】

Dragon's eyes?

What do you mean?

Enoch?

Who are you......

As Enoch's voice faded away, the god noticed that even the touch of his fingertips had changed, the unevenness was gone, replaced by smooth, firm muscles, and he was sure that he was now touching someone's neck, because of course it was trying to move his hand. He touched the moving male's Adam's apple......

Then the god sighed with satisfaction.

Even though it was still pitch black in front of him, he felt more relieved than he had ever been, and his previous uneasiness and fear disappeared without a trace, and he allowed himself to open his mind and sink into the soft bed.

The weight that had been pressing on him pressed down, and the strong pectoral muscles held him between his chest and the bed...... The man pressed on him was like a beast full of curiosity, when the god of cocos thrust his fingertips in. Into his hair, he also lowered his head, buried the tip of his nose with the high bridge of his nose into his neck and sniffed desperately, spraying a possessive breath!

The cocoon god was a little itchy.

He grabbed the man by the hair and tried to pull him away, but the other man was addicted to playing the role of a big mentally retarded wolfdog, and no matter how much the cocoon pushed him, he didn't move at all - and finally, he even reached into the cocoon's pants, all the way to his buttocks full of suggestive kneading, his big hand reaching into the edge of his panties, and his rough fingers sinking into the tight slit......

"Get out."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded, and finally the fight on the bed ended with a kick that the black-haired young man couldn't bear!

After a loud bang, the man who was still pressing on the black-haired young man in the last second, wagging his tail and sniffing around, and opening his mouth to gnaw his collarbone with canine teeth, entangled with the wolf Bèi was kicked out of bed!

The man sat on the ground. There were a few seconds of confusion on the handsome face, and after a few seconds, he seemed to react to what was happening, he let out a "whoosh" roar of dissatisfaction, ripped off the sheets wrapped around him, jumped up, and pushed the black-haired young man who had just sat up from the bed back to the bed, raised his hand and slapped his ass twice: "Fuck you, just come back, put up a fight for Lao Tzu, right?!" Let you go and cheat on your little lover, how much did Lao Tzu lose to kiss you, what's wrong with kissing you twice, and kicking your nose in the face-"

The more you talk about it, the more angry it becomes.

The man's brows were furrowed, his hands were very heavy, and he slapped him twice, and the person who picked up the bed wanted to pick up his pants and him first, no matter how he struggled, and then said-

However, what he didn't expect was that the person who was desperately fighting with him a second ago suddenly softened, and the black-haired young man changed to hug him and opened his hands and took the initiative to hug his neck, Enochhe was slightly stunned and didn't react to what this meant, and then he was kissed again.

…… The tip of the other's tongue was slippery but clumsy, and he carefully licked the man's gold lips and swam through the gaps, until the man loosened his mouth with great compassion, and he took a long breath into his mouth, and the tips of their tongues were finally freed, and they were sticky together, and they refused to let go of each other.

“…… Number Six? ”

Both breaths became unsteady, and as Enoch licked the corners of the other's wet, slightly reddened lips with the tip of his tongue like a feline, he heard the god call him so.

It was quiet, with tentative uncertainty and unexplained uneasiness, like the chirping of a milk dog.

Enochie hardened at that time.

A puff of turbid air erupted from his nose and took a deep breath, Enochhe felt that he probably needed to calm down - he didn't want the other party to know that he was so useless and was called by a name casually, so he was weak and wanted to dig out his liver and stew him to drink, so he reached out and grabbed the face of the god of cocoon, pushed him away from him slightly, and said in a rough voice: "What is it called, the cat is called spring--so that Lao Tzu will have no fire, just now he kicked Lao Tzu out of bed without saying a word, who do you think you are......"

"Six, six," the dark-haired young man's voice sounded more hurried in the dimly lit room, "is that you?" ”

“……”

Enochie stopped his invective and shut his mouth.

He vaguely felt that something was not right, such as why this guy was in such a hurry to settle such a boring question with him-

But he still kindly said "um".

Before he could ask, "What are you talking this nonsense for?" the next moment, he saw a clear smile on his face in the darkness, and he pounced on him - the powerful Enoch was pressed into the soft bed, he asked the corners of his lips, and said sweetly, "I'm back." ”

“…………… Yes? Oh. Enochhe was a little confused, but reflexively raised his hand and touched the head of the cocoon god, "It's good to come back, it's good to come back......"

He felt the arm around his waist tighten a little. "Six, you're six, right?" The god asked.

Enochhe oscillated between "he's so cute" and "your mom if he's mentally retarded", and finally squeezed out from the corners of his lips: "Who am I not?" …… Are you sick? ”

"Nope." He leaned over Enochie's sturdy waist and leaned down, the tip of his nose close to Enochie's chin, "Professor E is very similar to you, but he's not you, right?" ”

“？？？”

"You say."

Enoch slapped away the hand that was touching his neck, and frowned: "Of course not, I am me, are you asking this question to find a beating?" Don't know your husband? ”

It's a pity that the god is completely unthreatened.

His blind eyes were bent into crescent shapes, and he was content to hold Subject Six, more certain that what he had seen and heard was a nightmare—

An evil dragon is an evil dragon, and it is not a pity to die, and the boy who slays the dragon will never become an evil dragon, and the two will not be confused.