Rib Flower [Ability]

Helo stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it.

Salty and piping hot.

The hands around the back of his neck tightened suddenly.

What followed was a whirlwind, and his body was crushed on the sand. Sayero closed his eyes tightly, as if trying to stop more tears from flowing down, he lowered his head and kissed his lips.It was hotter than any previous kiss, wanton, crazy, as if he was possessed by him.

The entire ventricle was melting for it, and even the big hole seemed to be being healed little by little.

How many years had he been chasing before this man shed tears for him?

For so many years, those rebellious behaviors in adolescence, the efforts to catch up with this person, and self-torture again and again, he finally drove him "crazy".

Helo opened his mouth, raised his neck and kissed him back, and he heard their hearts beating very fast, almost at the same frequency, like a resonant aria.

The falling lips and tongue changed from kissing to licking, swallowing even the grains of sand on his skin, greedily sucking his sweat.

Helo raised his head dizzily, he was completely lost, his body was bent back, and he was limp in the opponent's arms.Sayero lifted his butt again, gently as if holding a pot of porcelain.He bent his legs to his stomach, took off his windbreaker jacket and put it under his body, hugged him tightly with his bare upper body, and could not bear to caress the back of the man in his arms, his fingertips slid from the spine to the tailbone .

It's dry in the desert, but it's wet and soft and hot there.

It wasn't the right place to have sex, but neither of them could stand it for a moment.

Helo looked up at him, his eyes were blurred, his chest heaved violently, his face was flushed with sweetness, and his whole body was as delicate as a poppy blooming under the moonlight.Sayero picked up one of his legs, along the slender ankle and round knee, and kissed it inch by inch.

When he kissed the heel of his leg, he inadvertently noticed a small mark on Herlo's abdomen - it seemed to be a scar left by laser surgery, and it was hard to spot without looking carefully.

Sayero reached out to touch it, and Herlo trembled like an electric shock, and his whole body became stiff.

"What's this?" He grabbed his wrist and asked eagerly.

Helo stared at the scar in a daze, confused and bewildered, his eyes wandered in the void for a few times, and slowly, as if remembering something, his face became ugly.

"What's that, Helo? What did Isaiah do to you?" Sayero stroked his cheek, holding his breath.

"No... I don't remember." Helo shook his head, bit his lip, and shivered as he put the clothes on his body, as if he was trying his best not to cry out immediately.

Sayero felt an extremely bad feeling in his heart.

He stretched out his hand to hug him into his arms, but Herlo shrank back as if he was afraid of him, stood up and ran away, and was caught in his arms by Sayero.

Sensing the trembling of the person in his arms, Sayero turned him over, but Helo refused to look at him, his face was pale, his eyes drifted away, he frowned, pushed him away, knelt down, turned his head and vomited .

"What's that, Hello?"

Sayero grabbed his waist nervously to prevent him from falling, and patted his back with one hand.

What Helo spit out was a translucent nutrient solution.

He remembered the operation he had performed in a semi-conscious state. In a hazy moment, he felt the feeling of being cut open, messing up all internal organs, and stuffing them into another set of organs.

And the Doctor's dialogue with Isaiah.

They say he can conceive like a woman.

Isaiah transformed his body, not only allowing him to have a set of female reproductive organs, but also stuffing an artificial uterus, artificial egg cells, and reproductive sacs that can conceive babies.Although his appearance has not changed, he has become an out-and-out, androgynous person.

Will Sayero feel sick?

Even he himself felt that such a self was disgusting to the extreme.

"What's that, Hello?"

Sayero hugged him and forced him to look at him. Herlo avoided his gaze in panic, trying to say something to prevaricate, but he opened his mouth so disgusted that he wanted to vomit.

He couldn't remember if Isaiah had raped him before he regained consciousness.

If there was... that was a hypothesis he didn't even dare to think about.

He threw up hysterically on the ground, and even vomited bile, which splashed on Sayero's shoes.

He glanced at it in despair, and subconsciously reached out to wipe it off: "I'm sorry... for making you dirty."

Sayero held his pale face, feeling extremely distressed: "What is that? Helo?"

Helo ducked away, shrank his shoulders, and his eyes drifted away unfocused, because he vomited all he ate and didn't even have the strength left to speak.He lowered his head, clung to Sayero's arm, and spoke for a long time, his voice was dry and weak: "I don't want to say it. At least not now, please..."

The self-loathing coming out of his bones surged up, stronger than before, making him unable to breathe.

Sayero bent down without saying a word, picked him up, carried him on his back, and tied him with an armed belt.

There are small patrols searching for their tracks wandering around, like a group of fireflies, but they can't see them, can't hear them, and emit a faint light in the desert night.

When looking around, it looked like a sea, reminding Sayero of the night he accompanied Helo on the beach to capture the Silver Wing Wanderer a few years ago.They ran on the beach with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and when they were tired from running, he carried Helo on his back like this now, and walked back to their home along the coastline.

At that time, it was probably his purest day, when he lived like a real "person".

"You like it when I'm behind your back, don't you?" he asked.

Khloe hugged his neck, clinging to his broad back, and responded with action.

"You don't know how powerful you are...even if it's only for me." Sayero deliberately slowed down, his slender legs were strong and powerful, and the spiked military boots were crushed into the sand, making a rustling sound.

Quiet and gentle.

Their shadows merged into one under the moonlight, like two souls who were closely intertwined.

The hair of the two of them reflected a faint halo, which looked almost white in the night, as if walking in this desert, they had gone through decades and aged together.

The lights of the patrol surrounded them, but Holo wasn't nervous at all.

Sayero was by his side.

"When I was very young, I was trained to be a killing machine that absolutely obeyed orders. After that, I served in the army. From then on, I only lived for one goal. I didn't even care about what I wanted, liked, or hated. I don't know. You thought I was your creator, but you changed me."

He squeezed the legs of the man on his back, turned his head sideways, and heard his suppressed and moist breathing.

"You know why shadows exist? Helo... I'm standing here because you've been looking at me and chasing me. Now it's me. I'm going to grab you and never let go."

With warm liquid dripping down his neck, Sayero stood still, his heart twisted into a ball.

"We are different from normal lovers. But don't lose faith in yourself, try to trust me too."

"You should know by now that I love you dearly, shouldn't you?"

love.

Helo sniffed, nodded eagerly, hugged Sayero's neck tightly, and slowly put the weight of his whole body on his straight back: "I believe...but give me a little time to build my confidence."

"Tell me what that scar is, Helo, I'm worried."

Sayero started walking again, looking at the faint light spot in the distance of the desert, murmured in a low voice, "I lost you once, and I can't afford to lose you a second time."

How should I speak?Such an embarrassing and terrible thing.Helo took a deep breath, and uttered a few words with difficulty: "It's not a big problem, I'll let you know when we're safe."

Sayero turned on the engine helplessly, and the aircraft made a huge roar, crossed the sky over the desert, and flew over the old city of Egypt.

The bottom is not like Hong Kong, nor like the United States. Herlo looked down curiously at this foreign land that he had never been to, and felt that it was like a dormant ancient beast, which contained infinite power.

After the Third World War, it was reduced to a piece of wasteland, but now it has become one of the most chaotic areas in the world, and the classes are as clear as a pyramid.

Living at the highest level of the pyramid are warlords with independent armed forces, known as "Pharaohs". They guard this ancient land that uses oil as a source of energy, just like the Arabian kings sitting on oil, making it difficult for any force to invade.In order to seize the negative energy source in a pyramid, the U.S. military paid an extremely heavy price. For Sayero, these past events are still vivid.

Helo craned his neck and asked him, "What is this place? Have you ever been here?"

"Come here, a long time ago." Sayero slowed down, leaned closer to his ear, and told the thrilling experiences he had never told Helo in the wind. Helo listened carefully, like a child listening to a bedtime story , eyes shuttled among the monuments buried in the night, and the heart throbbed with the roar of the aircraft.

As he listened, the more he knew about Sayero's past, the more complete his soul would be, and the stronger his desire to fight side by side with him.

When dawn broke, the east was getting white, and they landed in front of a spaceship with the morning light.

Dozens of aircraft are lined up below the spaceship, and the Delta Force is ready to go.

A group of dozens of people were very surprised when they saw that the captain of the cia mission who had been missing for one night not only returned, but also brought someone with him.

One of them was Sayero's old comrade-in-arms when he served in the Delta Force. When he saw Helo, his jaw almost dropped: "You...you are..."

He Luo exploded without allowing him to ask the following question.

He put his arm on Sayero's shoulder arrogantly, and introduced himself very coldly: "My name is Helo, and I'm his partner. By the way, I'm not Ai Ling."

"But you..."

Sayero stopped the other party with a terrifying look, hugged the people around him horizontally, and walked into the medical cabin in the spaceship.Seeing the medical sign head-on, Helo shrank his body, subconsciously trying to escape.

But it was too late.

He was dragged into a medical bay and restrained.