cohabitation contract

Nie Changsheng grabbed Fan Dansi's hand, but Fan Dansi was trembling all over like a frightened bird. When his out-of-focus pupils met Nie Changsheng's, he regained a little clarity. He threw away the kettle Climbing up to Nie Changsheng's hands, trembling all over, he murmured tremblingly: "I... I killed... Li, I killed..." His white lips were trembling, and tears had already flowed down.

"No, listen, Fan Dansi, you didn't kill anyone, he's still alive!" Nie Changsheng knew that the flower in the greenhouse had been overly frightened, so he patted him on the back and whispered comfort in his ear.

"He's still alive." The Chinese next to him couldn't bear to see him in pain, and they all echoed. They didn't expect this thin young man to be so explosive. He kept hitting the strong pirate with a water bottle, knocking the burly pirate unconscious. up.

"Not...not dead?" Fan Dansi finally grasped the key word, gasped heavily, and asked again as if to be sure.

"He's not dead! Feel for his pulse." Nie Changsheng held his hand and put it on the pirate's neck. Fan Dansi resisted for a while, and finally let Nie Changsheng put his hand on the side of the pirate's neck. , The touch from the fingertips not only has a beating pulse, but also a warm body temperature.

"Scared me to death! Li!" Fan Dansi let out a big breath, stood up tremblingly, wiped away the tears in his eyes, and finally recovered the color of blood on his face, which was as vibrant and sunny as before.

"Thank you!" Nie Changsheng smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and thanked him sincerely.

"Brave boy!" Someone nearby praised the two of them, "Thank you both for saving us!"

Fan Dansi showed a shy smile. Thinking of the thrilling scene just now, he still had lingering fears. He was obviously terribly afraid, but when he saw Nie Chang's life hanging by a thread, he overcame his fear. Although he burst out his potential in a state of absence, But saving Nie Changsheng and being praised by everyone, in any case, is an honor worthy of his treasure. This is more valuable than wanting to be a pirate a long time ago.

However, this sense of pride didn't last long. The sound of an explosion shook the ship, and all the people in the cabin were shaken to this side. The bloody man began to curse.

"Isn't it the International Rescue Team! What's going on!"

"That's right, is this rescue or murder!"

It was the first time for the crew to encounter pirates. Although they didn't know the rescue procedure, it was definitely not in such a brutal and direct way as to kill.

"Then... will you encounter black people and eat black people?"

"It's really possible that so many of us have been arrested, the ransom alone is enough for them to bite dogs."

"But there are few pirates in this sea area. It took us eight lifetimes of bad luck to encounter them."

Most people who go to sea are familiar with pirates and sea areas, especially now that the international crackdown on piracy has reduced the number of people who turn into pirates. Even in the heyday of piracy, there were only one or two incidents of gangsters eating gangsters.

Nie Changsheng faintly sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Apart from the chatter in his ears, he could vaguely hear the sound of chaotic footsteps gradually approaching in the corridor outside the cabin.

"Hush!" Nie Changsheng made a silent motion towards everyone, picked up the pirate's machine gun that he had unloaded, and loaded the bullets. The posture of the deputy patron saint.

Seeing this, everyone lifted up their hearts that had just been relaxed. The clever ones had already hid in the corner, and the bold ones even found self-defense objects as weapons. The kettle, the fearful heart feels that it has the bottom, the blood-stained kettle is fierce, wards off evil, and saves life!

The footsteps of those people outside the cabin suddenly became lighter, as if they also noticed that a battle plan had been deployed in the cabin, and they didn't make a sound at all. Everyone held their breath, as if waiting for the other party to act rashly, and then strike later.

Nie Changsheng's heart was moved. If the people outside the cabin were pirates, or the support team for violent rescue, they would definitely not be so cautious, so he asked in Chinese in a low voice: "Feng Cuo?"

"It's me!" The people outside the cabin breathed a sigh of relief, and pushed open the hatch. It was Feng Cuo. Behind him was the sweaty middle-aged fugitive, who was covered with hot weapons picked up on the way. Behind the year-old fugitive were seven or eight foreign girls with yellow hair and blue eyes in sexy clothes. Nie Changsheng had seen two or three of them, they were even more humble boat prostitutes.

"Old Feng, you're back!" Someone greeted Feng Cuo warmly, but there was some doubt and anxiety in their eyes. They didn't know Feng Cuo's real identity, and they simply regarded him as an ordinary boatman. Brothers and brothers, when Feng Cuo was taken away by pirates in the morning, they thought he was in danger, but in a blink of an eye, Feng Cuo was this Feng Cuo, but his temperament was obviously different, and he was no longer a lazy boatman.

"Well! Everyone is okay!" Feng Cuo smiled at everyone, changing his previous decadent mental outlook.

While the conversation was in full swing, there was another earth-shattering explosion that almost pierced the eardrums. As the ship swayed and sawdust flew, everyone present instinctively knelt down and covered their ears tightly, waiting for everything to subside Afterwards, when everyone who was still in shock opened their eyes, they saw Feng Cuo protecting Nie Changsheng in his arms in a standard half-kneeling position.

Nie Changsheng pushed Feng Cuo away in embarrassment, and patted Fan Dansi who was bent over with his hand. Fan Dansi stuck his head into Nie Changsheng's arm, and was looking at Feng Cuo suspiciously at the moment. What is his background, but this man has an awe-inspiring manner, like the hero who saves the earth in the movie, and his favorability for Feng Cuo soars.

"Boss, give me a hand..." the middle-aged fugitive shouted. He picked up a lot of heavy weapons and hung them on his body, which made it difficult for him to move. It hurts all the time, but in the chaos, there were two panicked boat prostitutes pressing on him, which belonged to disguised profiteering. Cuo calls for help.

The middle-aged fugitive is a philistine. He is cunning, greedy, and sophisticated. He knows that the current situation is extremely unfavorable to him, and Feng Cuo happens to be an outstanding person in this environment. He is full of courage, and his various fighting skills are superb. No matter how you look at it, they are all members of the Lian family, such a person with a halo on his head, and call him a big brother to cover him without knowing it, when will he wait?

"Fatty, it's time to lose weight." Feng Cuo pulled him up helplessly, complaining in his heart, wouldn't he lose weight first before running away with money like others?

Up to now, he feels that failing to solve this useless fat man is the most miscalculated thing, let him live, he will stick to him like a piece of psoriasis, and he is thick-skinned, afraid of death, but shrewd, No matter how you shake it, you can't get rid of it.

"It's bad, the cabin is flooded!" The person hiding in the corner suddenly yelled, and ran to the door of the cabin staggeringly, as if he was afraid that if he walked slowly, he would be swallowed by the flood.

Everyone looked along the wallboard, and there were indeed several cracks of different thicknesses. Sea water was pouring in through the cracks, and soon the corner of the floor was wet.

"What... what should I do?" The few boatmen who had no idea were panicked, as if they were running out of the cabin, and they were afraid of the fierce battle scene above their heads, their voices were trembling and crying.

Feng Cuo looked around at his former colleagues as if he was a leader, and while taking the firearm from the middle-aged fugitive, he asked, "Who knows how to use a gun?"

"Me." A third officer raised his hand hesitantly. The fire on the deck above his head was stalemate. For some reason, the cabin was flooded again. If he didn't save himself, he would have no chance. No one wanted to sit and wait for death. It is better to have a hot weapon for self-defense than a cold weapon for survival. The odds are higher.

Feng Cuo threw a machine gun to him and asked, "Who else?"

"I... I used a shotgun to hunt when I was in my hometown." A boatman stepped forward, and he got another heavy weapon, but there is still a big difference between a shotgun and a machine gun. Feng Cuo briefly taught him some of the most Basic loading standard tricks.

"I have played field battles!" A young boatman with a southern accent said loudly. He used to be the youngest person on board and was very cared for by everyone. Now he has overcome his inner fear. After all, he is young and wants to touch the real world. The thought of the gun came to my mind.

In the originally solemn atmosphere, everyone was sullen with fear, but it became weird because of his funny words.

Someone didn't hold back, and laughed lightly. When the young man realized it, his face was flushed, and he corrected loudly: "It's not that field battle!" People laughed together.

Nie Changsheng hasn’t heard such a familiar language for a long time. City H belongs to Guangdong Province. In the hospital where he works, many colleagues speak Cantonese, and the Chinese is not very standard. He Hongwu has been in City H for two years and has already learned With a Cantonese accent, sometimes when she acted like a baby to Nie Changsheng, she used this semi-soft accent to attack Nie Changsheng's defense and escaped punishment several times.

When the long past came to mind one by one, Nie Changsheng had a smile on his lips, as if he was very nostalgic for the memories of the past.

"Li, how do you know how to use a gun? Come and teach me too." Fan Dansi got a pistol from Feng Cuo because of his hero worship, but unfortunately Feng Cuo was teaching the young man how to use a gun and had no time to teach him He used a small pistol, so he had to settle for the next best thing, and went to Nie Changsheng.

After the gunmen had almost mastered the shooting skills, the water in the cabin was up to their heels.

On the deck, there were faint shots of gunfire, crackling one after another, but compared to the previous destructive bombing, it was like a small fight.

"Let's retreat to the second-class cabin now and look for life-saving equipment." Feng Cuo said.

"Life-saving equipment? Is it really not an international rescue team? Is it black and white?" Someone lost hope and almost sat on the ground with only a few guns. How dare the pirates go all out?

"I don't know." Feng Cuo patted the man's shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, I reported to the police when I was robbed yesterday, even if the international rescue team wasn't fighting the pirates, they wouldn't be too far away from us. "

"Yes, Brother Hua, don't be afraid, I will protect you!" The young man said proudly, holding the hot weapon in his hand.

Feng Cuo arranged for a few strong men to support the injured companion to move forward carefully. During the battle with the pirates yesterday, the person who was shot was unable to move and had no one to help him, so it was difficult to walk into the second-class cabin.

After everyone walked out of the cabin one after another, Nie Changsheng and Feng Cuo helped the pirate who was knocked unconscious by Fan Dansi to walk at the end.

Thanks to the pirate's medium-sized figure, it was still very difficult for the two of them to support a completely unconscious adult man.

"There's something wrong with the rescue team," Feng Cuo said in a low voice, "I suspect it's not the employer." His suspicion is not groundless, his employment fee is so high, and the reward for completing the task is even more impressive, no one will spend such a large sum of money The huge sum of money was just to find someone to kill, and when Nie Changsheng heard that it was "Mr. Zhuang" who hired a large group of people to go to sea to look for him, the corners of his eyes and brows were dyed with layers of joy. Like an enemy.

"I know." Nie Changsheng smiled wryly, "He wouldn't act so recklessly." He wouldn't give it a go if he wasn't completely sure. Knowing that he couldn't refuse from the bottom of his heart, he made the decision.

If you don't love someone so deeply, how can you allow him to kiss your lips passionately, kiss your body hotly, and even let the thick semen pour over that place?

"Although I don't know what went wrong, I'm sure that the other party's target is also you." Feng Cuo said firmly.

Without Feng Cuo's analysis, Nie Changsheng also vaguely has this kind of awareness, but in his cognition, people who have a deep hatred with him do not have such great strength to mobilize military forces, while people with powerful backgrounds seem to be as close to him as possible. no feud...

Another loud bang caused the ship to sway left and right, and the two people supporting the pirate lost their center of gravity and smashed towards the wall of the corridor. The original center of gravity was in the direction of Nie Changsheng. , and instead protected Nie Changsheng under his body, when the ship was no longer shaking so violently, Nie Changsheng pushed away his encircling hands, stood up with his support on the wall, and said, "Thank you, but I'm not that weak." He is not a person who has no ability to resist, and he always feels particularly uncomfortable being held in Feng Cuo's arms again and again.

Feng Cuo shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He is an excellent mercenary. He has never missed a hand since the beginning of the mission. Although the risk this time has suddenly increased several times, Feng Cuo will never allow Waterloo to appear in his in progress.

When everyone safely boarded the second-class cabin, the situation was not much better than that of the lower-class cabin. The walls of many cabins had been bombed, and the traces of the bills that were left full of holes could still be vaguely seen.

However, in such a harsh environment, they still pulled out several life-saving buoys in solidarity. The old ones were a bit old, but if they were pumped up, they should still be usable.

After rummaging through the second-class cabins, no one found the pump. A ship prostitute told everyone that she had seen a pump in an upper-class cabin.

Feng Cuo and the middle-aged fugitive ran from the upper class to the lower class, but at that time the pirates were fighting fiercely with the outside, and only two timid pirates came in to avoid them along the way, and Feng Cuo took care of them. , met two pirates sent by the captain to pick up Myron, and fought wits and courage with each other, and finally Feng Cuo won.

However, the upper-class cabin is almost occupied by disabled pirates. Unless Feng Cuo can become invisible, it is impossible for him to escape. After those pirates retreated from the deck, they hid in the upper-class cabin and waited for their fate to come.

Their fateful decision came quickly, the captain's gruff voice amplified through the siren loudspeakers.

"If you don't stop the fire, I'll kill the hostages!"

Immediately afterwards, Serena's helpless and terrified cries came from the loudspeaker: "I... I am Serena from Spain, an international volunteer doctor... Ah!" , accompanied by Selina's painful scream, apparently punished by the captain, "I beg you, please don't shoot, don't shoot!"

At this moment, Serena completely repented, hated that she should not be greedy for novelty, thought that pirates were something worthy of worship, and played with her temper and dragged Nie Changsheng and Fan Dansi to the pirate-infested Raksha Village. What?If she hadn't been so desperate, she would still be happily engaged in her volunteer medical work in the head of a poor village in Spain, while cooking with her friends, maybe she could still have a plain and warm relationship...

If she could do it all over again, she would definitely not be so capricious, not so squeamish!

The attack on the deck stopped with Serena's cry.

"It's Serena!" Fan Dansi was both happy and no wonder, Serena is still alive, but now she is in prison, and he is powerless to help.

The captain, who thought it would work, gained confidence and shouted in the loudspeaker: "We have more than 50 hostages in total. They are boatmen, doctors, businessmen, and women who have lost their way. Don't force us to kill! Quit this senseless killing quickly. Send a ship, a large cargo ship with enough water and food, or don't blame us..."

But this time, the response to the captain was no longer silence. An indifferent voice simply replied "Go to hell" in English, and then loud explosions hit the fragile pirate ship one after another.

The target of the bombing this time was the safety cabin. The bulletproof glass was useless in front of the military weapons, and there were no more arrogant and ignorant voices in the monitoring room.

After the ship turned upside down, all the crew members in the second-class cabin were silent. Some were trembling with fright, some were dumbfounded by losing hope, and some looked around in a daze, not knowing what to do.

Nie Changsheng was stunned, his fingertips were just like the palm of his hand before he suddenly woke up, but Fan Dansi, who was in grief, had red eyes and a bloodstain on his lips, biting again and again as if he didn't know the pain.

Nie Changsheng hugged his shoulders, his trembling lips muttered, but he couldn't say a word of comfort.

Fan Dansi didn't want to believe that a tragedy had happened. He hugged Nie Changsheng's arm, sobbing, letting tears and snot pouring out together, he shouted: "Li, Serena will be fine, right, right!"

"Yes, yes!" Nie Changsheng's eyes were wet with tears, which merged into stubborn teardrops and rolled down his cheeks.

Although Nie Changsheng is the partner of Fan Dansi and Serena, but the relationship between them is not as deep as Fan Dansi and Serena. Maybe it is because he is a little older, or because the environment in which he grew up is different. In front of them, Nie Changsheng is more like a brother who loves them and loves them, a teacher who can tolerate their waywardness and childishness.

Feng Cuo looked around, everyone was infected by depressed mood, lowered their heads dejectedly, there was no pump, and life-saving buoys were useless, as if they had a premonition that their fate was about to encounter disaster, the spring water in their eyes was hesitant , helplessness, pain, and so on.

He heard Nie Changsheng's choked sobs. It was anger that was different from Yinren, a gentle voice, and short panting. Feng Cuo stood beside Nie Changsheng blankly. For a moment, he wanted to put him The choked sobs turned into happy laughter.

He seemed to have never heard Nie Changsheng's laughter.

"I'll go up and look for a pump." Feng Cuo's resolute voice sounded in the cabin, "See if you can't find food yet."

"I'll go with you." Nie Changsheng wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and replied in an unquestionable voice.

"No, you stay here!" Feng Cuo patted him on the shoulder, pointed at everyone with his chin, "Look at these people, without a reliable backbone, they are just a mess."

"But..." Nie Changsheng still wanted to insist, but Feng Cuo had already turned his head to the middle-aged fugitive, and said to him, "Fatty, if I don't come down, you can get some wall panels, wooden panels, whatever. Live with everyone."

The middle-aged fugitive nodded heavily. In fact, he had already planned in his heart to take off the wooden plank to save himself in a critical moment, but he didn't expect that Feng Cuo would take the lead, and he agreed without hesitation. Said: "Boss, be careful, we are all waiting for you! If I am lucky enough to survive, I will surrender myself, and I will never come out of the fucking sea again!"

Feng Cuo nodded, then shook his head, pointed at Nie Changsheng and said, "From now on, he is your boss."

"No," the middle-aged fugitive said loudly, "One day you will be the boss, and you will be the boss forever! Boss, don't be discouraged, we are waiting for your triumphant return!"

"Fatty!" Feng Cuo scolded him with a smile, then turned to Nie Changsheng and said, "Mr. Nie, I have an adopted daughter who is only five years old this year. She lives with my mother. You will be free in the future. Take my place." Look at them."

Except for Fan Dansi and the few boat prostitutes present, the rest were all Chinese. They heard that Feng Cuo was confessing his last words, and all of them had sad expressions on their faces. The boatman also came up to hug him and bless him.

"Your own daughter, raise yourself!" Nie Changsheng took Feng Cuo's arm and said meticulously, "I only have one adopted son, who is 13 years old this year. He has suffered a lot, can cook and stir-fry, and likes cats and dogs. He is very naughty and mischievous, and his academic performance is not very satisfactory. When you are free, you can walk the dog with him, play games, or talk about your experiences..."

Feng Cuo's face darkened, and he interrupted his self-talk: "I hate brats the most!"

The young man didn't know that Nie Changsheng was the protection target of Feng Cuo's mission, so he smoothed things over and said, "Stop arguing, the three of us go together, okay?"

"No!" The two rejected his words in unison, trying to convince each other with their eyes.

While the two were at loggerheads, the siren loudspeaker blared overhead again.

"This is the XXXXXX Navy, people on board, put down the machinery, get out of the cabin, we will not hurt anyone! We will not hurt anyone!"

The above words were repeated in English and Chinese through the loudspeaker. The people in the second-class cabin were overjoyed and hugged the people around them one after another, tears rolling down from tears of joy.

"Boss, boss! Rescue team, it's the rescue team! Our rescue team is here!" the middle-aged fugitive exclaimed excitedly.

Everyone got carried away and congratulated each other, those few boat prostitutes even sang and danced, and even two who were too excited started to take off their clothes, as if the sun had passed through the abyss every time, projecting a piece of warmth onto the dark land .

Only the sober people frowned, watching them laugh, dance, cry and curse.

"What do you think?" Feng Cuo asked.

"He's here." Nie Changsheng lowered his eyes, his hand holding the gun trembled, and his hand was moist with sweat.

"What?" Feng Cuo couldn't believe that his attitude had changed so quickly. He was obviously sure that the people who came here were not the rescue team.

"He's here." Nie Changsheng raised his head with unquestionable eyes.

Although he didn't see the situation on the deck with his own eyes, a cry from a distant place gradually resounded in his ears, so close, so urgent, and so clear.

"Master."

In this world, there is only one person who can call him by such an intimate and ambiguous title.

Nie Changsheng still remembered that the person who transferred from another school was so unwilling to admit that he was his "senior" on the grounds that "you are obviously one year younger than me, how dare you be my senior?"

"I studied medicine here earlier than you." He still remembered his answer back then.

"That won't work either!" The man seemed a little unconvinced.

"Whatever." At that time, it was time for class, so Nie Changsheng didn't insist on it. It was just a title, such a small thing. He spread out his notes and started to take notes.

"You can't just do it casually!" Unexpectedly, the man refused to let go, snatched his pen, and played with the pen.

"Then what do you want?" Nie Changsheng glanced at him, took out a second pen, and continued to write notes.

"Tsk!" He seemed to want to say something, but Professor Bian on the podium called his name and asked a tricky question to embarrass him.

Of course, not only was that person not embarrassed, but he was also applauded and praised by the whole class. Even Professor Bian, who seldom praised students, nodded and said, "Young children can be taught."

So the dispute about the "senior" was put on hold until the two spent many days together, until they got to know each other better, and in the new year, a group of new students flooded in.

They called him "senior" obediently, on campus, in front of the dining hall, in the library, on the playground... every sentence, every sound, so kind, so enthusiastic.

It fell into Zhuang Lingxiao's ears, but it was extremely harsh. Every sentence of "senior" was like some kind of foul-smelling plague, which made him sick and disgusted.

Until Zhuang Lingxiao celebrated Nie Changsheng's birthday for the first time.

In fact, they simply ordered a cake and beer. After Nie Changsheng blew out the candles, Zhuang Lingxiao took a sip of beer.

"Hey, what wish did you make?"

"Hope you don't call me 'hello' again."

Zhuang Lingxiao remained motionless while drinking beer until Nie Changsheng cut a piece of cake and handed it to him.

"Thank you," he mumbled as he took a bite of the cake.

"Huh?" Nie Changsheng looked at him curiously, "You called me?"

"Hmm..." The voice of biting the cake was still vague.

"Huh?" Nie Changsheng was still not sure, he vaguely felt that what he called him just now was not "Senior", let alone his name.

"Senior brother." Zhuang Lingxiao clung to his ears, and the address mixed with the soft smell of cake and the smell of beer was imprinted in Nie Changsheng's heart without warning, and was treasured in the special memory corner that only belonged to each other.

Feng Cuo was very cautious, even though the loudspeaker above his head kept looping the same content, he did not let everyone out of the cabin.

When the fully armed navy appeared vigorously in front of their eyes, everyone who tensed up felt reborn.

All the hot weapons on their bodies were handed in, and everyone walked out of the cabin in an orderly manner under the organization of the navy. Feng Cuo, out of professional instinct, pulled Nie Changsheng to the end of the team, and looked around vigilantly, as if he had discovered something. If something is wrong, the most comprehensive response can be made.

When passing the upper class cabin, I happened to see Myron being dragged out by two marines. He had already woken up, but his injuries had drained his energy too much. Changsheng's face.

Nie Changsheng was in a trance, and he didn't pay attention to Merun's fiery eyes at all. Every time he took a step, the cells in his body became more active and the blood flowed faster. The beating heart almost broke through. chest.

The devastated deck was no longer the same as it was yesterday. It was broken and fragmented. The noon sun was so fierce, but its tattered body trembled so violently.

The subdued pirates squatted dejectedly on the deck full of sawdust and bullet holes. Some military doctors were treating the wounds of the wounded by stray bullets. A person who can't find a companion opens a white cloth strip, as long as he is not familiar with someone, he will not let out a mournful wail.

"Come on, line up one by one, register your names, and check your identity before you can board our warship." The commander said, and asked the hostages rescued by the subordinate organization to line up.

"Nie Changsheng, are you there?" The commander looked at the crowd of four or fifty people and asked loudly.

No one answered, the middle-aged fugitive looked back at Nie Changsheng, then turned around and pretended not to recognize him.

The commander yelled a few more times, but he still didn't answer him. He was a little anxious, and stopped the two marines carrying stretchers in front of him. He took out a photo from his arms, lifted the white canvas to identify it, and then pointed to "Have you two met this man?" asked the person in the photo.

The sailor at the front took a serious look at the photo, and replied: "Reporting sir, judging from the corpses that can be identified, I haven't encountered him before." He paused, and continued, "But there are a few bombed It's so bloody that I can't tell the difference."

The commander frowned and waved his hand, indicating that they could leave, and then stopped the other two marines who were carrying stretchers to ask the same question, and the answers they got were similar.

Feng Cuo gradually relaxed his vigilance, and whispered to Nie Changsheng: "It seems that this group is a real rescue team, you can recover your identity."

There was no response from Nie Changsheng. Feng Cuo knew that Nie Changsheng was cold, but he was not a noble person. No matter what, he would always answer with "um".

Feng Cuo raised his head, and was about to repeat what he just said, when he saw Nie Changsheng straightened his back and looked ahead, his brows raised slightly, his eyes sparkled with bright ripples, his thin lips trembled, as if he was about to overflow A title, but at the most critical moment, he took a sip and kept that name in his mouth, becoming the most mellow wine.

Feng Cuo stared blankly at Nie Changsheng at this moment. He knew that the target he was protecting had a good-looking handsome face, but he didn't expect to be able to be so brilliant. He vaguely heard his heart beating a drum suddenly, " "Pounding" like a gear on a chain keeps turning.

At the same time, a sense of loss filled Feng Cuo's brows and lingered into his heart.

Because following Nie Changsheng's gaze, he saw his employer jump over the plank and walk slowly from the warship to the dilapidated pirate ship.

Feng Cuo had never met the employer with his own eyes. In fact, the person who contacted the head of the mercenary was not the employer himself, but a subordinate of the employer. The head called that person "Mr. Xilou". It was learned from the Internet that this person named "Xilou" belonged to the Lingsheng Group and obeyed the orders of the president of the Lingsheng Group, and the president of the Lingsheng Group was the man who came from the warship—Zhuang Lingxiao.

When I first received the task, several companions who were born and died were eager to try and were very interested in the employment money. When they saw the photos of the employer and the task target, some people were jealous and said: "A rich man!"

"Still handsome!" Someone added.

"There are still two different types of handsome guys." Someone continued to add.

"Could it be a couple?" Someone joked with a smile.

A group of people booed and said something, but it turned out that only the colleague who was joking made a prophecy.

"Mr. Zhuang!" When the commander saw the person coming, his face straightened, and he quickly walked forward. He was about to say a few polite words, but he caught a glimpse of the blood on his right hand, obviously seriously injured, and said anxiously. "Mr. Zhuang, you are injured!" He raised his head and shouted loudly to the military doctor who rescued the pirates, "Doctor, come here and clean up Mr. Zhuang's wound!"

There were three military doctors, and they all raised their heads when they heard the commander's call, but they saw that tall man walking past the commander with a blank expression, ignoring all the greetings in front of him.

There was a lot of voices on the deck. They were lying or squatting, standing or walking. When they talked, they groaned, cursed, and asked endlessly, but they fell into Nie Changsheng's eyes. Only one person looked at him under the noon sun. step by step.

When Zhuang Lingxiao's tall figure stood firmly one step away from him, Nie Changsheng could hardly meet his fiery gaze. He lowered his eyes, only to find that Zhuang Lingxiao's right palm was bloody and bloody, with blood running down his bloody fingers The drops fell on the deck, and after only standing for a few seconds, a small pool of blood had already formed on the deck.

"Your hand..." Nie Changsheng instinctively stretched out his hand, trying to help him deal with his injury.

However, Zhuang Lingxiao bypassed his hand, and his bloody hand landed on his temples, stroking the tip of his hair. The sea breeze entangled Nie Chang's long hair and beat them into a mess with all his strength. And when the long hair was stained with blood, it was stuck together obediently and did not dance around flirtatiously.

"Why do you..." Nie Changsheng held his wrist, and when the warm skin spread from his fingertips to his heart, he couldn't help answering and trembling. It was not a dream or an illusion. In front of my eyes, I was bathed in the sunshine and sea breeze together.

Half scalded by the fire, Nie Changsheng let go of his hand. This uncontrollable movement seemed to anger the silent Zhuang Lingxiao. He narrowed his eyes and took a step forward. At the same time, he pressed his right hand against his waist The back of the head, not allowing him to escape, hot kisses blocked his dry lips.

Zhuang Lingxiao's kiss was brutal and fierce, and he refused to let go of Nie Changsheng's lips. Amid the numbness, Nie Changsheng tasted a faint smell of blood. He thought of Zhuang Lingxiao's bloody right hand and tried to kiss him. Want to end the kiss, and turn to deal with the hand injury.

But Zhuang Lingxiao didn't give him a chance, like a bloodthirsty beast, he ruthlessly invaded the lips that he thought about day and night, sticking out his tongue without any scruples, licking and chasing after the sweet saliva.

The saliva that was stained with Nie Changsheng's breath, but he was like a drug addict, and his smell was the only one.

Nie Changsheng couldn't concentrate on shaking this powerful man, his eye sockets were filled with mist at some point, his sanity was gradually being eaten away, and a dumb moan overflowed from his lost lips, stimulating the giver to continue to bully and conquer Satisfaction: "Oh! Um... no... Zhuang Lingxiao..."

Everyone on the deck stopped all their movements and looked at the two men who were entangled with each other in astonishment.

Although Feng Cuo had expected the relationship between the two of them a long time ago, when he witnessed it himself, he was hit in the head, and his eyes flickered with sadness.

"Damn!" The middle-aged fugitive stared