Subject 748 was caught off guard, stunned for a moment, and then immediately pushed the body away.

The man slammed into the mirror and slid to the ground. There was some grief between his eyebrows: "Wang Luli, I haven't seen you for so long, and you are too ruthless?" ”

Test Specimen 748 hugged his chest and took a self-defensive posture: "Who is Wang Luli?" I'm test item 748. ”

He narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?" ”

"I......" the man smiled as he tilted his head and showed his well-proportioned and sturdy body, "I'm the person you remember." ”

"Killed by me? Why don't I remember you being the number one? Subject 748 took a step back, "You stay away from me, I don't know what Mr. Che meant by bringing me here, but I ...... you"

Before he could finish speaking, the man in front of him pounced again. Subject 748 tripped over the tatami mat at his feet and fell on his back on the pile of cushions.

The man straddled his waist and abdomen, his playful eyes piercing deep into the pupils of Subject 748: "If you don't want me, why do you make me like this?" ”

"And," the man's fingers stroked the back of Subject 748's hand and passed through the blade in his hand, "I'm just a mirror image, you can't kill me." ”

"So what are you going to do!" Test Item 748 caught fire. This figure really made him very angry, and the strange feeling in his heart was even worse than the discomfort in his lower body.

"What? Dry...... You. Don't you want it too. The man was still smiling, but the smile was still so glaring. He put his hands behind his back and scratched at a bulge somewhere.

"Hmm!" Subject 748 snorted, and the knife in his hand slammed under the tatami mat.

"Do you like it?" The man grinned, the tip of his tongue sliding over his tiger teeth. The muscles on his body are not as strong as those of Experiment No. 748, but the shape of the muscles is long and slightly bulging, and with the fair skin, the whole person looks like a work of art.

The man slipped off Subject 748 again, kneeling on the ground and taking off his boots. Specimen No. 748 did not move, tilting his head slightly, coldly watching the man's every move.

The man unbuttoned the last button of the experimental 748 windbreaker, gently lifted his body and pulled out the windbreaker, threw it to the other side of the tatami mat, and turned to look at his face: "Does Mr. Wang like this......

Sting! He tore the black shirt inside the Subject 748 trench coat, and the buttons on the shirt were cracked everywhere. Then he slipped down again, tugging at the other's belt buckle with his teeth.

Subject 748 snorted coldly, but between his eyebrows was a struggle between cold and flames. As the shadows by the mirror flickered, a beastly whimper roared in his throat.

The man leaped forward, his mouth slightly open with a little sparkle. Like another ferocious beast, he bit down on the lower lip of Subject 748.

Not to be outdone, Subject 748 rolled over and pressed the other side underneath.

Ping-pong, the metal of the belt buckle hit that knife. Then the torn shirt, the half-wet trousers, and finally the white undershirt.

"Whew!" When he was penetrated, the man gritted his teeth and snorted, and immediately put his arms around the waist of Subject 748, revealing a lazy smile, "It's worthy of ...... My old king......"

Hearing this, Subject 748 seemed to be stimulated, like a mad lion roaring, and launched a more violent impact. Knock knock knock. The sound sounded like it was striking a dead bell.

He turned the man over, grabbed his short hair brutally, and arched the man in pain.

The air was filled with the smell of males that lingered on the tip of the nose, warm and insolent, hot and violent.

The figures of the two in the mirror were half-hidden by the pile of cushions, and even the light in the room flickered.

The heavens shook and the earth shook, rushing into the sea.

It's not enough.

He picked up the man and pushed him against the wall, launching another fierce attack.

After an unknown amount of time, Subject 748 bit the man's back and closed his eyes gasping for breath.

The man felt the heat in his body and rolled over and pushed away Specimen 748. The other party was lying on the tatami mat like a dead fish, and his eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if he was repenting.

"It's over?" The man caught the gurgling elixir behind him with his hand, and swiped it across his bitten lips, leaving a glittering color, "It's my turn." ”

"You dare!" Subject 748 cried out angrily, but his body went limp, and he could no longer exert his strength.

The poison had paralyzed his limbs with his boiling blood.

There was a haze in front of him, and he felt like he was being turned over.

I**.

The anger stuck in the chest was drowned in a tidal wave of sleepiness.

By the time he came back from his trance, he was already leaning against the wall. The man was lying on his chest, breathing evenly.

"Thank you." Sensing the movement of Test Item 748, the man opened his beautiful and divine eyes.

"Thank me for what."

"You're my customer, it's our process."

Subject 748 pushed the man away, got up to get his trench coat, and pulled a pipe out of his pocket.

The people of the upper realm have no habit of smoking, and this is the spoils of war obtained from the people of the lower realm. Subject 748 got it from a bandit leader, and he liked the taste.

"You helped me detoxify." He walked over to the mirror and lit his pipe, spewing out a cloud of mist on his own face in the mirror.

"Poison?" The man on the bed propped himself up and laughed, "That's not poison." ”

"Whatever it is." Subject 748 put down his pipe, and the depths of his eyes in the mirror faded a hint of brightness, and he returned to an empty appearance.

"However, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you so much, old Wang......" The man propped his chin and looked at the back of Experiment No. 748 with interest.

Then the next second, he saw the long knife appear in the hand of Subject 748.

"I didn't say it, it's no ...... to kill me" He shook his head helplessly, only to see Subject 748 swing his knife at the mirror, "No! ”

There was a screeching crackling sound, and the mirrors that covered the entire wall collapsed along the knife marks and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Why...... Why ......" The man's body began to fade, and his facial features gradually blurred.

"Because you're fake, but thank you anyway." Subject 748 slammed the door of the room with his pipe in his mouth, pulled on his trench coat, and slammed the door of the room, leaving only a stiff, vague man of light emitting the harsh sound of salad electricity.