Rib Flower [Ability]

As the footsteps faded away, the entire medical area was as silent as meditation, only the sound of Sayero's breathing continued rhythmically in the darkness, as quiet and peaceful as the morning mist, which made Helo feel at ease.

It didn't take long before a wave of tiredness gradually came up.In order to cheer up, he rummaged around in the cabinet outside the isolation area, and finally pulled out a box of e-cigarettes, which probably belonged to Ando.

You don’t need fire, you can get solace just by taking a sip, but this thing is not good for your health——more or less it contains some stimulant-like ingredients, and there are always times when you need to stay awake during the long space journey.

But at the moment, sitting on the recliner and smoking Sayero, he felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

If Sayero could see it, he would silently warn him with that oppressive look, and then take some punitive measures.It doesn't matter, he is willing to accept whether it is grounding or physical punishment, the point is that he doesn't want to disappoint or anger him, not at all.Even though, he is really not the good baby in his eyes.

Absolutely not.If he had been a little more naughty, wouldn't he have already become the lover of the other party?

The hatred that had been fermented quietly from years of hard thinking, all surged up at this moment.

He put the cigarette in his mouth, stared at the figure close at hand, grinded it between his teeth, took a deep breath provocatively, half-opened his thin lips in a seductive way, and slowly moved towards the glass. Swallowing out a puff of smoke, he muttered to himself: "Look, can you still control me?"

His eyes followed the rising smoke ring, and he slowly leaned back on the chair, sticking out his tongue and licking the dry and peeling corners of his lips.I'm afraid he has pulled out hundreds of this kind of thing in the past few years.

"You said you would protect me for the rest of your life, Sayero, but unfortunately I don't need it anymore. I will never call you brother again, at least not if I work for Thorn Paradise. I am your boss now, you know ?”

He sneered bitterly in the dark, staring at the string of digital imprints on the side of the man's neck that he didn't understand for a while, and opened the zipper of his neckline a little.

In the reflection of the glass, near the young man's slender and clear collarbone, there is a series of numbers that are exactly the same as the other's. It is dazzling on the extremely white and flawless skin, like an ugly centipede lying on the petals of a lily.

There was a tiny chip hidden under it, enough to kill him in an instant.

When performing missions in outer space, the high-level executives of Thorn Paradise will implant a chip into the mercenary who accepts the mission, and control the opponent remotely through this gadget.The so-called employment is not just about money.

Where is the heaven full of thorns?

When he was marked with this string of marks, he knew very clearly that he was stepping into a hell full of dangers and evil spirits.

It's all because of you.

Thinking to himself, Herlo tapped the glass with his finger bones.

Naturally, there was no response.

He laughed at himself, looked at the flickering flames of the electronic cigarette, and closed his eyes.The slender silver-white eyelashes were like needles stained with frost and snow, and were gradually collapsed by the tiredness surging up from the torrent.

The remaining mind was washed away, and the consciousness was washed into the remote abyss, and then fell into a noisy light.

The noise was deafening like thunder, and the psychedelic colored lights flickered on and off, tearing and bonding the retinas, kneading into the twisted and dancing layers of crowds.On the circular arena built like a Roman Colosseum, a bloody battle between enhanced humans and mechanical beasts is being staged, and waves of applause erupt from time to time.

He staggered back and forth among the fanatical crowd, with one foot deep and the other shallow, as if stepping on a swamp, and after a few treks, he got into the locker rooms of those independent fighters, and lay down at the door to look inside.

The familiar figure rested on the sofa with closed eyes. It seemed that a game had just ended. The black cloak hadn't been replaced yet, and the metal helmet was pressed down very low, revealing only a sharp chin and a slender neck.

A small puddle of sweat had accumulated in the fossa of his neck, and with his violent panting, it spread to his hard and smooth chest, reflecting a layer of rock-like luster.

He seemed to smell the strong hormonal smell of sweat from a distance, and stared at the man for a while, only to see that the man moved his body slightly, took off the alloy glove and stretched his five fingers, his knuckles were showing A series of tiny clucks.

Like a resurrected corpse, the man slowly raised his hand, picked up the whiskey on the table, raised his neck and took a sip, his throat rolled up and down, but he looked at his arm——

There was a series of prohibitions written in paint pen that he was not allowed to drink alcohol.

The corner of the mouth exposed under the helmet seemed to bend, he rinsed his mouth, and spat into the cup next to him.

There was a tinge of blood in that sip of wine.

His heart ached as if he had been punched hard, even in a dream, Helo suddenly couldn't breathe.

At the same time as the door of the locker room opened, he rushed into the crowd as if flying, deliberately stood where the other party would pass by, and raised the wine glass he had just picked up from a certain stand in a high-profile gesture. Shaking your head and puffing up clouds with all the excited people next to you.

But these strong tastes that he had never been exposed to almost made him faint immediately, and he immediately coughed violently.

"Aha, where did this little baby come from? He's not an adult yet!"

While he was coughing, tears fell wildly, a big fluffy hand suddenly came from behind, strangled his waist, and rubbed his butt twice obscenely.

But before he had time to get angry, the next moment, a gust of wind knocked away the force holding his body.

There was a crackling explosion behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw Sayero bent his knees on the guy who attacked him, pressed him to the ground, and punched the opponent with a force that was fierce enough to be fatal, and then punched him again.

The sound of bones breaking made people's teeth ache, blood splashed on the wall, but the guy who was beaten didn't even have the strength to scream, so he collapsed on the ground like a dead pig.

He stayed there in fright, until he was carried on the shoulders by a man striding over, squeezed out of the boiling crowd, and walked all the way to the silent underground parking lot, before returning to his shell.

His body fell on the hard car seat, and he still had lingering fears. The booty in his hand rolled all over the ground, making even more frightening noises on the ground.

There was a suffocating smell in the darkness—the smell of blood from Sayero's body.

"It's really grown up. Learned to follow me?"

The voice above was hoarse and cold, without any usual gentleness, like a piece of sandpaper rubbing against the eardrum suddenly.

He shuddered, and didn't even have the courage to look up at his expression, so he let out a hopeless "hum" from his nasal cavity.

But immediately he regretted it.

Why were you angry with him then?Perhaps it was because he was too afraid of losing him, so afraid of hating his own weakness, and so angry that the other party concealed all his sacrifices, that he could only protest in this way of pretending to be "degenerate".

Even if it is abandoned, I don't want to see this person risking his life to cure his disease again.

The chaotic thoughts flowing in the dream came to an abrupt end because of the sharp sound of leather boots crushing on the wine bottle.

"Explain to me, what's going on?" The calloused hand lifted his chin vigorously, making him unable to look at Sayero's face half hidden in the shadow.

The brows are slightly raised, and the narrow and thin eyelids are blood-colored, like sharpened blades.

As if he had been cut, he shivered violently, bit his lip and said nothing.

This was the first time he found real anger on this man's face.

Sayero always has a gentle and unrestrained posture, as if he is meaningless and fearless about everything, and is so strong that he is almost perfect - if he hadn't seen the glass of wine with blood, he would have always thought so.

"What did you promise me, Helo? Stay at home obediently on weekends, never run around, never go out with strangers?" The finger on the chin moved to his lips and rubbed back and forth, wishing to swallow the cigarettes and alcohol he had swallowed Wipe it all out.

"You want me to die in a casino worrying about you? Huh?"

The heavy sentence fell like a meteorite, hitting his heart all the way, creating a hole for him to sink into.

He stared at Sayero stubbornly, bit his finger, and squeezed out a few words viciously from between his teeth: "Unless you watch me at home, don't even try to control me! Not a bunny! I'm a man now!"

Maybe it was because he choked on his throat because he spoke too quickly, and he choked out tears all at once, and he looked at him deliberately without wiping, so as to win the soft comfort he was used to every time he saw crying.

But this time Sayero didn't.He just stared at him calmly, with a cluster of will-o'-the-wisps locked in his eyes restrainedly, and his liver was burning to pieces before he let it out. He jumped out of the car and wanted to escape, but he grabbed his arm with a stride and pressed him down. on the seat.

The man's palms in leather gloves fell heavily on his buttocks, and at the same time pushed the car out.

The pain in the dream was so clear that it exploded in an unspeakable place, but it was definitely not as frightening as being "slapped in the street".

Helo opened his eyes dripping with cold sweat.

When I moved my body a little, I felt the tightness of the pants, and the restless things between the legs were painful.

Damn.