The Adventures of Ten Generations Rabbit

The room is very large. After the blond boy was carried into the room, he saw a rectangular window facing the bed, with a colored circle of light on it, decorating this dark-colored room as the main tone. From the window of the room, You can see overlooking the entire garden, the flowers outside are gorgeous and colorful, just looking at the colors, the fragrance of the flowers seems to be on the tip of your nose.

When the teenager was put on the bed, he noticed the soaring ceiling with very European-style paintings on it, and the crystal chandelier hanging from it was shining brightly, reflecting the light outside, and the whole room was bright and tidy.

And the interior furnishings are also indescribably gorgeous, even if they are just inconspicuous decorations, they are precious and beautiful just from the outside, but there are not many of them, so the room looks very empty, and some things are randomly placed in the room. Some are placed in the corner of the room, and some are placed on the shelf. Although they are all strangely beautiful, they seem to have not been cherished. There is no sense of care at all, and they are just put aside casually.

The blond boy felt that this Wushou was like a duck to water in this family, and he lived very well, and the quilt still carried the fragrance of this person, which made him dizzy, but he felt that it was too fragrant.

"Mu—" He hurriedly wanted to explain the situation, but after the man looked over with a half-smile, he felt a guilty conscience that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Oh? Are you calling me?" The man said with a smile, but did not admit his identity.

The blond boy looked at him helplessly. He didn't expect that at this moment, he was still pretending to be stupid and unwilling to admit his identity.

After the man put him down, he didn't withdraw his hand in a hurry. His fingertips slowly brushed across the boy's fair cheeks, and then tapped lightly with his fingertips, feeling the warmth of the boy's lips.

"Muku, are you angry?" The blond boy is so sensitive to this person's emotions, even though Kirimori still has an unruly smile on his face, looking calm, but he just knows this. Bit's mood was not as bright as he showed.

And... the current shameful situation is indeed caused by my own carelessness. Not only did I fail to save the mission target, but I also put myself in it. It's not that he is already desperate for his ability, maybe he will have to do a self-criticism after going back...

As he was thinking, he felt that he was the real desperate person, because he thought of the ultimate demon—reborn!

Ah... It's so embarrassing, he tried to hide his head in the quilt, he didn't want to see anyone again.

Just as he was slowly, slowly pulling up the quilt, trying to hide himself, a big hand held down the quilt, and then pulled the quilt down again at a slow and painful speed. .

"I brought you here not to let you sleep. You really don't understand the situation."

The man chuckled. Seeing the young man's behavior without guilt, he was sure that this idiot must not know what he had experienced. He probably thought that he was plotted against for not checking for a while, and then transported to This country doesn't know what happened to it on the way.

He didn't know that he was being regarded as a valuable commodity for people to bid for entertainment, and he didn't know that the meaning of his being auctioned was that he might become a test product for others to study the flame of death, or a more pathetic plaything.

he doesn't know anything...

He leaned close to the boy's face, curling up the corners of his mouth, like a coquettish flower with poisonous juice, even his breathing was seductive.

"Who do you think you are, I'm angry, can you calm down my anger?"

"I am—" the young man swallowed his name, he couldn't believe that this Kirishou didn't recognize who he was, even though he knew it was just a prank by the other party, he couldn't clearly admit his identity.

"Kufufufu, tell me, tell me who you are." The man slowly leaned over, his breath even swept across the boy's side face, the boy's hand holding the corner of the quilt exerted a little force, not sure if it was because of nervousness or discomfort.

"Mu, it's a little itchy." He chuckled lightly, feeling that the other party's breath had been sprayed on his ear, and got into the ear canal mischievously, numb and itchy, making him hide back.

But the back was the bed, so where could he hide, he could only stretch out his hand and push the man's body.

"You're too close."

Who knew that this is basically the level of joking, and he would click on Wushou at all times, but this time he didn't listen to his wishes, grabbed his hand uncharacteristically, and gathered it in the palm of his hand.

"My name is not something that a man of unknown origin can call casually." His eyes looked into the boy's pupils, and there were strange faces reflected in them. He got used to this identity all the time, but when this body appeared in the young man's eyes, he felt that 'Leo' was so intrusive.

A purple mist filled the young man's eyes, and within a few seconds, a familiar face appeared in front of him.

His long blue hair was tied neatly behind his head, his uniform was straight, his boots were shiny, and the accessories on his ears made a crisp sound when touched, and his different-colored pupils carried a sense of familiarity that reassured the young man.

He lifted the boy's chin, and his lips were almost attached to the boy's mouth. The two breathed together, with an indescribable ambiguity and moisture.

"I can't even say my own name, so I'm sure I'm a liar." In his other hand, a tin staff suddenly appeared, with a smooth appearance and intricate patterns, silently telling its beauty.

But in the young man's heart, all that remained was the cold touch. The man held the tin stick in his hand, and slowly walked the stick over the young man's collarbone. With an unknown smile, he slowly slipped in from the boy's open shirt collar.

When the feeling came to his chest, the boy tried to hold back the man who had already had fun.

"Wait a minute, Mukuro, let's talk about the important things first."

"It's important..." The man laughed, he didn't know whether it was joy or anger, "It's not important, I just saw a naughty little rabbit sending himself into the wolf's prison In the mouth."

The boy was taken aback for a moment, thinking that the 'Greedy Wolf' should be the current unknown family.

But he didn't know the meaning of the man's words, it was a dark place that he had never imagined.

"Oh, I was wrong, it's a stupid rabbit." He changed his words slowly, perfectly ignoring the boy's sad eyes.

"Have you figured it out? I've given you enough time. If you still can't confess your identity, I can only imprison you for stealing the name of Pengo Lie's A-level secret. After all, I can know my identity. Identity is already a level that requires special care."

The young man's forehead twitched slightly, he didn't expect that at this time, Liudaokui was still clinging to his persona tightly, if he were to be called a spy, he was obviously the one.

The young man opened his mouth, but he still didn't say his name. Obviously, with only four words, he could make Liu Daokuo no longer able to pretend to be stupid, but he couldn't say it no matter what.

Liu Daoku took a good look at his entanglement, his facial features crowded in one direction, and once again approached his body. When the young man was unavoidable, his lips pressed together, which was different from the indifferent touch before. This time , They all really felt each other's temperature.

The boy's eyes widened, and he looked at the pair of eyes that were close at hand in disbelief. They were gorgeous red eyes, and enchanting blue eyes. The moment he blinked, his eyelashes seemed to touch each other's eyes, and the itching was unbearable. He blinked, Turning his head to avoid the other party's temperature.

"Muku, now is not the time to joke."

He stared at the other party suspiciously, frowning slightly, not understanding how Kirimori's pranks became more and more relaxed.

"Why are you hiding?" He pinched the boy's face and turned towards himself again.

"Why can't you recognize your situation? You were sent here to do this kind of thing. I'm not the same as anyone else. I'm much prettier than that man." He touched the boy's cheek, soft and delicate , the skin on the back of his hand was rubbing against the young man's face, as if he was about to ignite fire. He said malicious words, wanting to let the young man know what a disgusting thing he would have faced if he hadn't appeared. Seeing the young man Regret the appearance of fear.

Hearing his words, the young man was slightly stunned.

"Ah? What are you doing?" He was still searching for drugs and illegal drugs to the extent of his understanding of the matter. He only thought that he had been discovered and was about to be silenced.

The man looked at the bewildered and confused face on his face, as well as the lingering tiredness, the bloodshot eyes, and the cruel truth that was already on his lips, but he still didn't say it, those things that made him cry and beg for mercy, Seeing his vicious thoughts of regretting and admitting his mistakes, they also slowly dissipated.

Liudaokuo pulled open his unbuttoned shirt, reached in this time, pinched it hard at the exact position.

Seeing the boy dodging in pain, the suffocation in his chest seemed to be a little heavier, because no matter what he did, this person would always look like he didn't understand the situation, and couldn't receive any signals at all. .

The boy's dull mind couldn't figure out how strange this behavior that didn't seem to be punished but seemed to be punished. He felt dizzy and tried to shake it off to relax himself.

With warm palms resting on his forehead, Gang Ji tried hard to lift his heavy eyelids, trying his best to see the scene in front of him clearly, but it was blurry.

"Go to sleep, Sawada Tsunayoshi." In the dimness of consciousness, a soft sigh passed by his ear, and his heart, which had not been settled down, seemed to have found a harbor worth relying on, and fell into a deep sleep. The voice, but he couldn't make himself remember this detail.

The man covered the young man with the quilt, and looked at the young man's pale face, which was so dark that water could drip out.

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