The chest and shoulders, the piercing red marks, deep and shallow, are all over.

"What have I become now!" said in a more gloomy and excited tone, "If it weren't for you, how could I be like this! Why don't you want me to live in peace?!

"Kill me... Kill me—" The man didn't seem to hear Ink Frost's angry voice, just kept repeating the words vaguely.

Looking at the unconscious man, the man suddenly calmed down, and he said expressionlessly: "Don't worry, I will kill you." ”

......

After a day and a night, the man walked out of the cellar, and after the caretaker saluted him, he went into the cellar to clean up the mess.

That endgame is nothing more than a corpse.

However, when the guard went in and saw the humanoid, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he gasped.

It may no longer be called a human form, the blood scabs on the body were torn off the ground piece by piece, the wounds were deep and the bones were visible, and the broken skin was scattered like pieces of broken cotton wool. And his body, starting from his waist, began to separate, and the scarlet internal organs dragged out a long section, and some unique stench wafted into the air.

How much of a grudge is this?......

The guards calmed down and asked their equally shocked subordinates behind them to come and clean up the blood stains and carry away the corpses.

However, when the men lifted the upper half of the man's body, the body was still shaking slightly, and it was clearly not dead yet.

In the night, the door of the bladeless was knocked open again. A man in a dark black robe stood in front of the door with a blank face.

"Come in. A lazy and tired voice rang out from the room.

Ink Frost pushed the door in, and there was only one person in the room.

The moment the man came in, the eyes of the originally casual person suddenly lit up - after a day of not seeing him, this person seemed to have changed somehow.

That kind of subtle change, no matter how subtle, still did not escape his pale golden eyes.

"Solved?" It was only a momentary effort, and Wu Feng returned to his normal color.

"Hmm" the person responded, and there were no superfluous words or superfluous movements.

He began to untie his shirt silently, continuing to complete the rest of the deal.

This time, Wu Feng didn't use words to provoke him again, and when the person in front of him stripped off all his clothes and knelt down in front of him, he just gently groped the other party's warm and moist lips with his hand.

Suddenly, his fingertips were gently swallowed, and then gnawed all the way along the knuckles.

"Today, so proactive?" Look at the man who knelt naked on one knee in front of him, kissing his hand flatteringly, and then kissing his lips again.

Wu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know whether he was enjoying or alert.

When the two wet lips parted, the silver-haired man rudely pushed the man down on the bed, and then there was a lot of rain and clouds.

But what surprised him was that the person who was reluctant the day before yesterday was extremely abnormal tonight.

He began to take the initiative to please, take the initiative to pander, and even make that kind of voice unscrupulously.

Everything, as if it had been specially trained, is incisive and just right, and it is soul-stirring.

The two of them, who were easy to roll around, stopped, and the long fingers of Wu Feng sank into the pitch-black hair, his head buried in the undulating chest, and the next second he bit down on the shoulder mercilessly, and then sucked it up.

Ink Cream just frowned, but didn't resist. The complexion is a little flushed, and the breath is a little disordered.

"People, how did they die. ”

There was a slurred sound over his shoulder sucking.

The breathing gradually calmed down, and the tearing pain came from the shoulder keen......ly; It seems that the person who lies on his body is no longer satisfied with his own blood......

"Your men didn't tell you?" However, the man remained motionless, only frowning and forbearing, and his tone was extremely flat.

"I want to hear it from you. The golden eyes looked up at the man, looking a little strange and sinister.

"I tore the man's skin and cut him in two with a knife I found on the ground. As if speaking innocuous words, the man was extremely calm.

"Really?" the man on his shoulder responded indifferently.

“...... His bones were a little yellow, and his blood was red...... My boots are soaked in them, and they are a little sticky and hot to step on......" said the man's expression began to be hideous and then inexplicably dim: "He was in pain, begging me to spare him...... Beg me to kill him......"

The man sucking blood on his shoulder stopped his movements and spoke slowly: "But you still tortured him to death." ”

The man shook his head and continued, "I dug out his blood scab and exposed the bones, I ...... I pulled out his intestines and made him ...... Let him look at his own rundown......"

As he spoke, the man began to choke uncontrollably, and then covered his face with his arm.

"He lay there and begged me to give him a good time, but I tortured him to death...... Even, when I left, he was still awake. ”

"But...... He deserved it! He brought it on himself! He brought it on himself!!"

The voice was hoarse and growled, as if it was some kind of venting.

Wu Feng got up and looked at the person who was hiding his face and trembling, and there was a complicated look in his pale golden eyes. As if he sighed, he didn't say anything after all, lowered his head and began to lick the wound lightly, stopping the bleeding in the most primitive way.

It was like that gentle gesture that turned into a piercing comfort that crushed the pale stubbornness, and the man who hid his face on the bed began to sobb suppressedly, and his voice was very low and inaudible, but Wu Feng still heard it.

I didn't ridicule or pull away the obscured arm, I just quietly stopped the bleeding for him, and quietly listened to the suppressed sobbing.

That person, I guess it's the limit.

The bleeding almost stopped, and the emotions of the people under him finally returned to calm.

Sighing faintly, Wu Feng said lightly: "Tomorrow, the second person, do you want to kill?"

The man below him was silent.

"That person is yours, if you want to let him go......"

"How can I put it?!" The moment the arm was put down, his blood-red eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness: "If I let it go, then what am I!"

Wufeng's pale golden eyes stared at those dark eyes with blood red, and after all, he didn't say anything, just nodded.

"It's still the old place. ”

"Hmm. ”

“...... You probably want to skin me and cramp me too. The silver-haired man gently lifted the man's chin with his hand, with a wry smile.

Mo Shuang was shocked: "There is no ......" However, his somewhat flustered eyes betrayed him ruthlessly.

Wu Feng smiled slightly, bowed his head and rubbed lightly in his ear, and said slowly: "If one day, you have this ability." You can kill me in any way. ”

Ink Frost turned to look at Wu Feng in surprise, as if to determine if he was joking.

"Don't be surprised" The handsome man's warm breath brushed the man's handsome face, and the silver eyelashes gently swept the man's skin: "The premise is that you can kill me." ”

The earlobe was gently bitten: "If you want to learn, as long as you are willing to change, I can satisfy you...... Medicine, witchcraft, poison, assassination, assassination, disguise, scheme...... Whatever. ”

That voice seemed to have infinite magic power, slowly driving the depressed person, and gradually, there was a glimmer of killing intent in his eyes.

"Until, until you can kill me......" Wu Feng gently combed the scattered black hair on the bed with his five fingers, gently bewitching.

Mo Shuang's eyes began to gradually become clearer, and he looked at the person in front of him with some puzzlement and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

"yes, what am I trying to do?" Wu Feng laughed at himself. However, he didn't answer the question after all, but said, "What do you want to learn later?"

Mo Shuang looked at Wu Feng's eyes with a deep doubt, but he didn't ask again. Instead, he lowered his eyebrows and said, "I have nothing to exchange with you except my body." ”

"You have," but the absence of a blade is a very certain way.

"What is it?"

What it is? Why didn't he even know it.

Wu Feng's movements at the moment were very gentle, and he stroked gently along the man's eye sockets: "I want you, help me get something." ”

"What's that?"

"Shinozu. ”