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Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Wu Zhu was lying in front of his lower abdomen, the pale lips were stained with blood of two colors of gold and red, with a faint smile, those dark golden, inhuman eyes flashed in the darkness.

He looked over from the bottom up.

No one knows better than Wen Jianji how terrifying, evil, and powerful the man in front of him is, but at this moment, in front of him, the other party is so restrained, even in an almost visceral posture... He didn't take the unusual danger out of him from liver damage in the slightest.

Even the opposite.

A scalp-numbing electric current ran up his spine. The feeling of being targeted and being hunted grabbed his senses in an instant, like a broken beast catching his throat, and his sharp teeth were shaped like a Shibuya's throbbing blood vessels made him tremble and—

"?!"

Wen Jianyan was suddenly startled.

He shoved the man in front of him away, took a few steps back at the fastest speed, stood at the farthest position he could reach, stared viciously at the other side, breathing quickly and embarrassed.

"..."

Wu Zhu slowly retracted his hand.

He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the young man not far away.

The other party's clothes were still half wet, the hem of the shirt was messy and open, and the white, glittering belly was rushing and undulating irregularly.

On the edge of the wet clothes, the golden-red, rune-like lines were deeply embedded in the delicate and tight skin, extending down along the slightly protruding thin outline of the hip bone, as if growing out of flesh and blood the general.

The ends of the runes sank into the sagging and crooked fabric, disappearing into a haunting shadow.

Under that aggressive gaze, Wen Jianyan's shoulders subconsciously tensed.

Wu Zhu licked his fingertips, which still had each other's blood remaining, and showed a smile that was not a smile:

"very nice."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

At that moment, the small piece of skin that was gently touched by the other's fingers, and then slowly licked by the tip of the tongue, burned with fire. The scorching flames burned and spread along the meridians and bones in all directions, making him stiff and horrified.

His face and ears heated up.

Wu Zhu's eyes were fixed on the tip of Wen Jianyan's ear.

He couldn't hold back, and twisted his fingertips a little, as if recalling something.

Thin, delicate cartilage, the skin is warm and delicate, covered with a layer of light fluff, the earlobes are soft and slightly fleshy, whether it is licked between the teeth or rubbed with the fingertips, it will change in a short while. gotta get hot...

Wen Jianyan's back stiffened even more under the gaze of the other party's attentive, if substantive, gaze. He gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"Close your eyes!"

Ouroboros' orders cannot be disobeyed.

Wu Zhu closed his eyes regretfully.

After feeling the other person's eyes swerve from her body, Wen Jianyan closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and finally coaxed her state back.

The heat gradually faded away, and the strange feeling just now subsided a little and subsided.

He raised his hand and tugged some of his hair back to the back of his head, his face was normal, gentle, calm and rational, and the perfect mask was put on his face, just like the embarrassment that just happened, it hasn't happened since TT pass the card.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and looked at the lines that reappeared on her competitive bones.

I don't know if it's an illusion

There seems to be some difference before Jin 1.

The color of the lines also changed from pure, blood-like scarlet, mixed with a little less obvious, shining golden light.

He frowned and pressed hard on it.

Although the other party had already left, for some unknown reason, Wen Jian always felt that the touch of the other party's fingers and the tip of his tongue followed him like shadows, as if it had penetrated into the city, cold and moist, with a tenderness that made him feel like a stinger in his throat.

Wen Jian felt very uncomfortable.

He even felt that Wu Zhu might as well let him hurt like he did at the beginning...

At least the pain will pass, and it will not make him feel uncomfortable.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Wen Jian wiped her face vigorously, shook her head, forced herself to shake the uncomfortable feeling out of her mind, then lowered her head, fastened the buttons of her shirt one by one, and locked the weird, golden-red rune into a prison. Tightly, hidden under the cloth, as if after doing so, everything just now can be as if nothing happened.

The moment he fastened the last-minute buttons, Wen Jianyan's fingers suddenly froze.

There was a shock in my mind, and it suddenly became clear.

He stopped, raised his head slowly, looked at Wu Zhu with his eyes closed not far away, gritted his teeth and said:

"You deliberately."

"It doesn't have to be from this place, does it?"

Wu Zhu sat on the edge of the bed, the smile on his lips deepened slightly, but he did not deny: "Yes."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

He took a deep breath with an expressionless face and slowly clenched his fists.

The previous inertial thinking made him subconsciously think that all the marks must be in the same place, but in fact, the first time was just Wu Zhu's personal preference. This time, Wen Jianyan can completely order the other party to imprint him on other places. place, not here now! ! !

The other party obviously knew this, but he happily allowed him to misunderstand and took advantage of the situation.

"----Can you change places now?" Wen Jianyan's voice seemed to be squeezed out of between her teeth.

"It's a pity, no." Wu Zhu's answer was no surprise.

"Then erase the current one and start a new one."

"It's a pity," the smile on Wu Zhu's face became more obvious, "I can't do this either."

"..."

Wen Jianyan bit the swear words that came out between her teeth.

Of course he knew that this kind of curse seal related to blood and contracts was no joke. It could be stamped here and there like a seal, but, for some unknown reason, he saw the disgusting face of the other party. , Wen Jianyan felt uncomfortable all over, and really wanted to punch him and tear the faint smile off his face.

Obviously, it was not like this when he was controlled by the other party before.

However, now that the status has been reversed, and he has the absolute upper hand and initiative, Wen Jianyan found that his emotions always seem to be easily provoked by the other party.

This trend must be curbed immediately.

He took a deep breath and showed a flawless smile: "That's good, anyway, this location is very hidden and not easy to be discovered by others, I'm very satisfied."

Wu Zhu: "As long as you are satisfied."

"..."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath.

Suddenly, he showed a hideous smile and slowly stepped forward.

Wu Zhu still closed his eyes.

He heard the footsteps of the other party approaching step by step, turned his head subconsciously, and "looked" in the direction of the sound.

The young man's footsteps stopped right in front of him.

Wu Zhu couldn't open his eyes, but he knew that the other party was looking down at him.

In the dead and dark room, it seems that you can faintly hear the breathing sound of the other party's approaching, shallow and steady, once, once, again, like a feather scratched on the heart.

Wu Zhu's hand couldn't help but move.

Jingle.

The Ouroboros chain made a crisp collision sound, breaking the dead silence in the room.

"do not move."

In the next second, the chain on his wrist tightened sharply, forcing him to stay in place, with a toughness that could not be defied.

The witch candle can't move.

"Open your eyes."

There was an inaudible voice from the other side's head.

Wu Zhu "..."

He opened his eyes.

The face of youth is close at hand.

The previous embarrassment and confusion, at a loss, all disappeared like thin snow in spring.

He looked down from a high altitude, his amber eyes were distant and indifferent, but there was a gentle smile on his lips, which seemed to be easy and calm.

"Anyway, thanks for your help...it worked for me."

The next second, the young man's warm and soft fingers touched the corner of his lips, and carelessly wiped away the remaining golden red blood.

"When this dungeon is over, I will reward you."

It's obviously a gentle tone, but it sounds condescending and arrogant. It's not like what he said to his partner, but like...

Attracting their own pets.

Warm fingertips leave at a touch.

As a god, being treated in such a light tone, he did not show the slightest anger or disgust.

Quite the opposite...

Wu Zhu seemed to be attracted by some existence, and stared at the other party with a good mistake. The aggressive light that was hidden in the bottom of his eyes began to brew and shine.

After speaking, Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes and looked at the remaining blood on her fingertips, as if she was very curious about it.

Next, he slowly brought his fingertips to his lips.

The tip of the wet, light red tongue flashed between his lips, and licked the pulp of his finger softly and quickly.

"..."

Wu Zhu's pupils shrank.

He stared at Wen Jianyan's lips, and the tip of the tongue that passed between them.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down uncontrollably.

Those golden eyes became brighter in the darkness, like a hungry beast smelling blood, with an uncontrollable dark flame.

Wen Jianyan looked down again.

In the shadows, the look in his eyes was frivolous and cunning, as if with an invisible dark hook, with a fluttering, demagogic malice.

He suddenly smiled:

"Sweet."

Jingle.

The metal collision of the Ouroboros sounded again clearly, this time, the sound became more and more intense, like an out-of-control beast trying to break free from the restraints on its neck.

Wen Jianyan's eyes slid down, and swept lightly over Wu Zhu's robe, the smile on his lips became even more prosperous, and his voice seemed to be wrapped in a layer of syrup:

"Anyway, it's a pleasure working together."

"See you next time."

After speaking, he turned around and turned the Ouroboros ring at the base of his finger with a smile.

The young man's tall and straight-sleeved body gradually faded and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Wu Zhu with dark eyes and clenched teeth alone in the dark room.

"..."

There was silence in the dark.

Wu Zhu stared at the direction in which Wen Jianyan disappeared, and gave a low laugh, his golden eyes shining like never before, as if responding to the last sentence left by the other party:

"See you next time."

Yes.

We will meet soon.

my bait.

my bishop.

My temporary prisoner.

Wu Zhu narrowed his eyes, and a fleeting smile flashed across his thin lips.

Maybe even faster than you think...