Ghost!juvenile!

As time passed, he was used to the severe pain in his legs and gradually became numb.Xin Yang tried to move, but before he moved even a millimeter, the pain of tearing suddenly spread to his brain, as if his bones were broken.He could almost feel the broken bones cut through the flesh with his movements.It hurts like hell.

Breathing heavily, Xin Yang was lying on the experimental table, he relieved the severe pain in his legs, and thought of Dou Minjun from the previous world, he couldn't help but hook his lips, the world is impermanent, I really didn't expect it, the next one The person lying on the test bench is himself.

Xin Yang stayed on the experimental bed for a day and a night. Jiang Zhishu seemed to be deliberately drying him out. His broken legs didn't do anything, as if they were forgotten.

The pain in both legs was unbearable, Xin Yang couldn't close his eyes, the temperature in the laboratory was neither high nor low, and no blanket was given.Injured and catching a cold, after one night, Xin Yang lived up to expectations and developed a fever.It was almost burning to more than 40 degrees, as if I was going to see God in the next second.

In the second booth, Jiang Zhishu came to Xin Yang with the hatred that had been suppressed all night, and what he saw was Xin Yang lying on the experimental bed and breathing weakly.His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were closed tightly, and his breath was like a gossamer.

Jiang Zhishu's heart flustered for a moment, and he suddenly felt a burst of fear.Suppressing the sudden emotion, Jiang Zhishu's face turned livid.After punishing a few people who were not able to take care of him, Jiang Zhishu quickly sent someone to take Xin Yang to treat his illness.

Turning the wheelchair, Jiang Zhishu looked at the backs of everyone leaving in a hurry, his face full of gloom.He should be afraid.He thought he would never be afraid again.Unable to bear a sarcastic smile, Jiang Zhishu knew that he was really scared.

Yes, he is afraid.He was afraid that the man was dead.That's because he hasn't tortured him enough, though.How could he die, did he want to die so simply?impossible!

The hand holding the handle of the wheelchair had protruding veins. Jiang Zhishu, who was left alone in the laboratory, lowered his head, and could only see the sneer at the corner of his mouth.

The fever was very severe, but after all, there was nothing serious about his body in his 20s. Jiang Zhishu had someone heal him for two days, and he was almost fine.

Jiang Zhishu is not in a hurry, he has been waiting for so many years, is there still two days left?He only ordered the doctor not to treat his leg, and waited patiently for Xin Yang to recover from his illness.

On the day the doctor announced that there was no problem at all, Xin Yang was immediately sent to Jiang Zhishu's laboratory.

Because of the fever, Xin Yang lost a lot of weight and his chin became sharper.Jiang Zhishu didn't realize that he had already looked at that chin many times.

Xin Yang is not afraid of suffering or pain, the only thing he is afraid of is boredom, those days in the hospital.But he was bored badly.I thought it would be better to be in the laboratory.When he heard that he was being sent back to the laboratory, he even smiled. When he saw Jiang Zhishu at this moment, he had a higher impression of him than those nurses in the hospital.Unable to bear it, he smiled at Jiang Zhishu who had been keeping a cold face.

Jiang Zhishu froze when he saw Xin Yang's smile, and more intense hatred flashed in Shuran's eyes.Then he took out a syringe from the side and injected it into Xin Yang's thigh.

Xin Yang shuddered as the cold needle tip penetrated into his body.Unable to bear it, he looked at Jiang Zhishu.

His emotions are too obvious, Xin Yang can't ignore it even if he wants to.Although he didn't know what was in the syringe, he could be sure that it must not be something good.

Xin Yang looked straight into Jiang Zhishu's eyes, the emotions inside were extremely interesting and extremely complicated.Xin Yang couldn't understand that it was emotion.He was a little puzzled, what did he do before?Xin Yang was a little curious.He never felt that what he did was too much, and if he wanted to know at this time, he just wanted to expose the scar maliciously.

"You love me." Suddenly, Xin Yang said to Jiang Zhishu.

Jiang Zhishu's hand holding the potion stopped. He lowered his head, didn't raise his head, and didn't move, as if he had been pressed the pause button.like a statue.Xin Yang, who was facing him sideways, couldn't see his eyes, only his slightly trembling eyelashes.The eyelashes were long and curled up, and Xin Yang actually felt a delicate and pitiful feeling.

Xin Yang sneered, feeling that he was thinking too much.

But it was the sneer of Faith that startled Jiang Zhishu who was motionless.He raised his head, with cold eyes, looking at Xin Yang dangerously.

Xin Yang had a smile on his face, as if he was very sure of what he said.

Jiang Zhishu restrained the emotion in his eyes, pretending to be calm and asked, "Why do you think so?" When Xin Yang asked him just now, Jiang Zhishu almost thought he had remembered.And Xin Yang's words directly touched his heart.For some reason, he couldn't refute.Dazed, he couldn't answer Xin Yang's words.

He was resentful in his heart that Xin Yang and Zheng Qiyuan had become like this, and he couldn't deny Xin Yang's words. For a while, Jiang Zhishu almost crushed his own bottle.

Xin Yang stretched out his hand, caressed his eyebrows from the air, and said with a smile, "Your eyes tell me."

Jiang Zhishu was silent for two seconds, and finally put down the medicine bottle, with a cold face, he said directly, "Desolate." Then, he turned around as if to cover up, and turned his back to Xin Yang.

Xin Yang was not sure at first, but at this time Jiang Zhishu's behavior of trying to cover up made him more sure.Compared with Jiang Zhishu, there is no less absurdity in his heart.Faced with this answer, Xin Yang, who was quite dissatisfied with the current situation, felt that he really shouldn't miss it.

"Jiang, Zhi, Shu." Xin Yang called his name word by word, curling his lips slightly, watching his upright sitting posture, "I remember your name is that."

Jiang Zhishu answered him.Steering the wheelchair, he walked towards the door.It looked like he was about to leave here.

How could Xin Yang let him? If he misses the opportunity this time, it will not be so fun next time.Looking at Jiang Zhishu's back, Xin Yang shouted at him, "Jiang Zhishu, I'm hungry. I haven't eaten for three days."

Jiang Zhishu didn't seem to hear it, and walked forward anyway.

Xin Yang took the medicine bottle with both hands. Jiang Zhishu casually put down the medicine bottle, knocked it on the bed, and broke it directly.He took out a fragment and held it against his wrist, and threatened with a smile, "Jiang Zhishu, if you don't feed me, then I'll die." Of course, Xin Yang didn't think that Jiang Zhishu would not let himself die because he loved him, he knew , Jiang Zhishu wanted to take revenge on himself, that's why he wouldn't let himself die so easily.

However, Jiang Zhishu didn't seem to want to follow Xin Yang's wishes, so he paused and continued walking.

Xin Yang didn't hesitate, and directly cut his wrist. In an instant, bright red blood oozed from his fair wrist.It can be seen that he is really merciless.

Jiang Zhishu obviously also smelled the smell of blood, and immediately turned around, frowning and came to Xin Yang's bed.Not caring about fighting with Xin Yang anymore, he immediately picked up the gauze next to him and started emergency treatment.

The corner of Xin Yang's mouth curved, and he clasped Jiang Zhishu's wrist with his backhand.And with this action, blood oozes from the bandage that was put on.

Jiang Zhishu looked straight at Xin Yang, as sharp as a sword, "What exactly do you want?"

"Ah." Xin Yang put on a look of lovelessness, "If you say you want me to do the experiment, then I will do the experiment, but, I think it is too painful to do the experiment. It is better to die."

Jiang Zhishu sneered.

Xin Yang looked at Jiang Zhishu and continued, "Unless you ask me to do something happy."

A happy thing, Jiang Zhishu frowned, apparently not understanding what Xin Yang was talking about.

Xin Yang didn't care. He stretched out his hand and slowly unbuttoned Jiang Zhishu's top button, "I think you should understand. I like Professor Jiang's face very much."

Jiang Zhishu understood in an instant. He really didn't expect that after so many years, Xin Yang's stink problem still remained unchanged.It was the same at the beginning, saying that he liked himself, but what happened?

Jiang Zhishu waved Xin Yang's hand away, "I'm really sorry, there is nothing happy here."

Xin Yang, who was swung away, was not angry either. He looked at Jiang Zhishu's lower body and body with a smile in his eyes, "Oh, I forgot, Professor Jiang's cock has been paralyzed. It's not working at all."

After finishing speaking, he lay down properly and looked at Jiang Zhishu lazily, "Since Professor Jiang can't do it, so can others. I think your black-clothed bodyguards are good. They come to serve me one by one every day."

Jiang Zhishu's face turned blue, and as Xin Yang said every word, he was so angry that he pinched Xin Yang's face fiercely, his face was almost ferocious, "Xin Yang, believe it or not, I cut it your tongue."

"Did I hit the mark?" Xin Yang didn't take it seriously, and tapped his lips with his fingertips, "Come if you can."

"You're provoking me."

"You dare not. Because you are afraid that you will love me more."

"You think I love you."

"Is not it?"

Jiang Zhishu bowed his head and kissed Xin Yang's lips, blocking what he was about to say.Xin Yang was very satisfied with the result, put his arms around Jiang Zhishu's neck, and responded enthusiastically to him.

But Jiang Zhishu regretted it, he regretted it the first second after kissing Xin Yang.With a familiar smell and a familiar feeling, Jiang Zhishu felt that something had changed.At this moment, the desire in his heart can only let him continue.

In the distant army.

"Sir, this is information from Jiang Zhishu's interior." The dark soldier passed the information to the officer next to him.

"Jiang Zhishu." Zheng Qiyuan said with confirmation, and took the information in his hand, and on the first page, there was a photo printed, the legs of a pale boy lying on the experimental bed dripping with blood.

Zheng Qiyuan suddenly opened the hole wide, and murmured absently, "Xin Yang..."

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