Quick Transmigration: My Dark History

Eighteen and nineteen-year-olds are the most energetic, and the two of them tossed and tossed for several hours before subsiding.

His body was sticky and his other parts were all messed up.The sheets were completely soaked and unable to sleep, Jing Qi pressed a button, immediately a devil came in to clean up, and he picked up Jiang Yan and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Jiang Yan was carried by him until his stomach was on his shoulders, and he was so uncomfortable that he almost retched.

Sitting on the side of the bathtub, Jing Qi was about to turn on the water, when he looked up and saw the pale face on his face, he immediately panicked, thinking that something was wrong with him.

"It's okay." Jiang Yan rubbed his stomach, "I just got sick."

Unexpectedly, Jing Qi stared at his movement of rubbing his stomach, and his gloomy eyebrows and eyes immediately became more gloomy, and he couldn't recover from his long-term memory for a long time.

Jiang Yan noticed and paused.

He pursed his lips, and then he reached out to put hot water as if he didn't find anything.

Hot water gushing out from the faucet, filled with hot air, he was about to sit in the bathtub when Jing Qi hugged him carefully.

Jing Qi, who hasn't said a word since the end, silently carried him in, then sat in himself, cleaning him up carefully.

With a sharp eye, he caught a glimpse of the unique pink color after the wound healed. Knowing that the bloody smell he smelled on the bed before was not an illusion, Jing Qi lowered his eyes, turned his gaze to other parts of his body, and sure enough, he also saw many fresh spots. The pink color of the scab has just come off, and it has not turned into the same normal color as the surrounding skin.

——It's only been a few days, and it hurts like this.

Jing Qi let out a deep breath, hugged Jiang Yan from behind, pressed his lips against his neck, biting him gently, and rested his fingertips on his scarred back, stroking bit by bit, his fingertips more smoothly The vertebrae were caressed meticulously, one by one, as if they wanted to keep in mind even the shape of this person's bones, it was really love to the bone.

Jiang Yan's body was extremely ticklish, so he immediately shrank his neck and said don't make trouble.

Jing Qi still didn't speak, but only stopped when he heard the words, and then supported his waist, and started a new round of conquest.

Jiang Yan was unprepared, and immediately groaned, bending his upper body.

The sound of water kept coming, he couldn't stand upright, his fingers on the edge of the bathtub slipped so much that he could hardly grasp it.It was Jing Qi who held his hand, interlocked his fingers, and wrapped his other hand around his waist, so that he stabilized his body, slowly adjusted his posture, and didn't let himself continue to slip.

"……I'm scared."

After the last time was over, Jing Qi finally spoke, his hoarse voice brought out rapid and fiery panting, and also brought out an imperceptible subtle cry: "A Yan, why do you always have to die, I can't take it anymore, I'm really scared .”

As if this person never existed, as if those experiences were all false.

It seems that he is just his fantasy, and he can't really have him in his life.

When Jiang Yan heard this, he was already very distressed, but now it is even more distressing.

Before he could catch his breath, he quickly turned around and sat face to face with Jing Qi, then stretched out his arms to hug the latter's head, kissed his forehead with his lips, and stroked the back of his neck with his hands: "Don't be afraid, I am here, and I am in front of you." He said softly, "I have always been alive, and I am not the one who died."

"I know," Jing Qi said, "but I'm just afraid. I feel scared when you are in front of me."

He said, resting his head on Jiang Yan's neck, weeping softly.

It's like the kind of crying that was bullied by classmates when I was young, and I was wronged, but I didn't dare to tell the teacher and parents, so I had to cry alone.

It's not that Jiang Yan has never seen Jing Qi cry.

Patients with paranoid schizophrenia are inherently sensitive and suspicious, their emotions and behaviors are often dominated by hallucinations and delusions, and they are extremely insecure.When Jing Qi was most ill, he was so withdrawn that even Jiang Yan could hardly see him.

Jiang Yan sincerely felt that he was much better now.

At least she was willing to cry in front of him, without showing any resistance or rejection to him.

Therefore, the special treatment given by these worlds is still somewhat effective.

Hot tears fell on his body one by one, and Jiang Yan felt mixed feelings, distressed and uncomfortable, and also a little secret joy that the treatment effect had progressed.He comforted Jing Qi softly, without saying too many words or swearing too much, he only emphasized that he is not dead, he is always alive, it took a while to feel that people stopped crying, and his emotions gradually stabilized.

"Crying in front of you again."

Although he didn't cry anymore, Jing Qi still lay on him, refusing to raise his head no matter what, his voice was muffled, but he didn't cry: "You are not allowed to laugh at me."

Jiang Yan said: "Well, I don't laugh at you."

Jing Qi said, "Don't think I'm annoying."

Jiang Yan said: "I've never disliked it."

In fact, Jiang Yan has always felt that Jing Qi is a very powerful person.

Ordinary people who suffer from this disease will not listen to others' persuasion at all, but just blindly immerse themselves in their own delusions, firmly believing that their cognition is correct and that they are not sick.Jing Qi is different.

When Jing Qi first got this disease, he took the initiative to seek treatment, and in order to make himself look more normal, he deliberately entered the entertainment industry and used performances to control himself.

Facts have proved that his efforts are effective, at least he did not lose his social ability like other patients.

He is well-versed in the entertainment circle, he has a lot of connections and makes many friends, he looks like the general public, he has nothing special, and he is more positive, healthy and sunny in front of fans, except for Jiang Yan and a few other insiders, Even his manager only thought that he was occasionally indifferent and withdrawn, and had no idea that he was still a patient.

So Jiang Yan said that he is very powerful——

Being able to live a normal and prosperous life without causing any trouble to others is really not something ordinary people can do.

The two stayed in the bathtub for a while before wiping themselves off and going back to bed.

The sheets were replaced with new ones, as were the pillowcases and duvet covers.The clean and soft dark gray had only been exposed to the sun during the day, and it was extremely comfortable to lie down. Jiang Yan didn't speak anymore, and soon fell asleep.

Jing Qi didn't sleep.

He dare not sleep.

He just opened his eyes like that, staring closely at the person in his arms.

He wanted to just lock him in his arms.

For a lifetime, tightly, so that he can never get out.

……

When he woke up the next morning, Jiang Yan found something on his neck.

He touched it, and the tentacles were cold and made of hard material, a bit like a collar.

Touch it again, and there is a switch, which is a very small combination lock.

He was fumbling for the combination lock, and was about to look in the mirror to remove the things, when he heard footsteps, the door opened from the outside, and Zhu Chang came in.

As soon as Zhuchang entered the door, he saw him touching the thing on his neck. He guessed that he had never seen it before, so he said: "That is the slave ring—you are my slave from now on, and you can't leave my side without my permission." , and cannot follow the new master."

Jiang Yan was not too surprised, but frowned slightly: "Slave Ring?"

Zhuchang said: "It is a symbol of slavery."

Jiang Yan didn't speak.

But that demeanor clearly indicated when he became his slave.

"Why, don't you understand yet?" Zhuchang's voice sounded as hoarse as yesterday, not very pleasant to hear, and against that ugly face that looked very menacing, as an ordinary person, he would have been frightened. "You were defeated by me and caught by me. You have lost your personal freedom. If you want to live, you can only be my slave."

Not to mention the Devil's Island, even in human society, there are many countries and regions that still retain this ancient and feudal slavery system.

It’s just that in those countries and regions, it is not the slave ring that is used to show the identity of the slave, but the implantation of chips in the body, or wearing a ring on the finger. It is not insulting with the most obvious collar like Devil’s Island. people.

——In the eyes of slave owners on Devil's Island, slaves are not human beings.

Slaves allow slave owners to trade with outsiders, especially the exchange of slaves for food and weapons is the most common.Slaves have no guarantee of life, and there is not even a single law in the world that is used to guarantee the personal safety of slaves.

Of course, there are also quite a few slaves like Zhuchang who let slaves warm their beds and plan to train them to be their bedmates in the future.

"From now on, if I tell you to go east, you have to go east, and if I tell you to go west, you have to go west."

Zhuchang bent down and looked at the person on the bed, his eyes were dark and dark: "I let you live and you live, and I let you die and you die. Your life is in my hands, and there are slaves around, don't even think about escaping. , even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I can find you immediately."

The password lock on the slave ring not only allows the slave owners to better control the slaves, but also can control the location of the slaves.

The slave ring can only be removed artificially unless the slave's head is cut off.

Seeing that Jiang Yan touched the combination lock for a while and then gave up, and did not show any resistance other than that, Zhuchang touched his head as a reward, and then gave him a set of clothes for him to change into. I took him downstairs for dinner.

Rice is the most common steamed stuffed bun and porridge. Sugar is put in the porridge, which suits Jiang Yan's appetite.

After he finished his porridge, Zhu Chang said, "Come with me to patrol the island."

Jiang Yan didn't say a word, put the sweater hat on his head, retracted his hands into the sleeves, and followed him out with lowered eyes.

Besides the two of them, there was a group of devils following them, all under Zhuchang's subordinates.Jiang Yan took a closer look, and found that no matter what their status, these devils were generally extremely ugly, and none of them were mature.

Isn't there a full-fledged devil in the entire West Island?

After leaving the big house transformed from a prison, they drove straight along the road, walked a few kilometers to the seaside, and walked along the coastline until they had finished the entire West Island before turning around and going back to the big house.

Jiang Yan sat by the window, secretly drawing the structure diagram of West Island in his mind.

The big house is the administrative center, and there are many two-story small buildings and bungalows beside the two roads running from north to south and from west to east.Weaponry facilities can be seen everywhere on the coastal roads, and the entire West Island is like a military base, much more advanced than the East Island.