A cold light flashed suddenly, as fast as a vague ghost.

The man only felt a chill on his neck, and the blood of "......" instantly splashed all over the already filthy wall like a burst water pipe.

Stains of blood fell on the tips of Yan Mo's hair, and the rich smell of blood made the qi and blood that had been suppressed in his body surge up again.

"It's a pity that it's too heavy," he murmured, watching his body in front of him soften, and his eyes felt a little more lonely.

He prefers to torture people to death slowly rather than kill them with a single sword.

"Eos, it's all your fault......"

"Hmm," An Yang in her sleep felt that her slender body was tightly bound by something, and she writhed uncomfortably.

"Eos, don't make trouble," Yan Mo, who had washed his body, closed his eyes tiredly.

The blood pressed by the fragrance of the bath, or the stimulation of An Yang opened his eyes.

[Sure enough, such a large research institute, it is impossible to have no dungeon,] An Yang turned his head in dissatisfaction and rushed from under Yan Mo's arm to the side.

[System: Host, aren't we going to take a look?] 】

[Anyang: Not for the time being. 】

Reluctantly spit out his forked tongue, An Yang carefully 'added' Yan Mo's skin, [Hmm, it's human blood. It's still the unlucky ones I met yesterday. 】

[System: Is the snake's sense of smell so sensitive?] 】

[Little cutie, I have to be good at taking advantage of this identity,] An Yang rarely explained, [Before Yan Mo really accepted me, going to find the location of the dungeon would only outweigh the losses. 】

Glancing at Yan Mo, who had fallen into silence, An Yang twisted his body maliciously and wrapped it around his arm.

In the gray-white dream, only blood is the bright color that this world has, Yan Mo looked down at the hot blood on his hand, and his tongue lightly touched it.

The smell of blood, which smelled good, made his heart start beating.

A small black snake suddenly rushed into the dream, he looked down in amazement, and the small snake suddenly turned into a giant python, entangled his whole body.

The huge body strangled the person to the ground, and it seemed that as long as the other party used a slight force, the bones of his whole body would be easily crushed.

Yan Mo stared at the two golden eyes indifferently, and habitually said, "Eos, don't make trouble. ”

The giant python turned into the appearance of Eos in an instant, and those amber eyes shone beautifully, "Yan Mo, bad." ”

The palm of his hand touched the other man's soft blonde hair, and the fresh and elegant fragrance passed down his fingers, which was the same smell as his.

She belonged to him alone.

"Yan Mo, Yan Mo," An Yang gently rubbed his neck, obviously a snake, but the soft and glutinous voice was like a kitten, teasing his heart.

In the dream, he rarely did not correct her salutation, and his deep voice overflowed with tenderness that he had not perceived, "Eos......"

Before his words could fall, a soft chunk pressed over, devouring his breath.

The simple touch made his heart beat rapidly.

A strong heartbeat, he had never felt so clear.

The cold body began to heat as she approached, and the scenery in front of her seemed to fall into a cloud, confused and lingering.

"Hmmm......"

His fingers gripped the futon tightly, and Yan Mo's frowning brows gradually stretched.

He opened his eyes blankly, and the orange afterglow of the setting sun cast into the room.

The autumn breeze blew the gray curtains along the slightly open windows, and the originally relaxed body tensed suddenly.