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He woke up when the man stabbed hard, injecting hot liquid deep into the dark haired young man.

Completely sober.

He was awakened by pain.

The liquid with too high concentration and too much heat gave Luo Xiu a new understanding of this protein composition—if it wasn't for the limited physiological common sense interfering with his ability to imagine, he would almost believe that "the main composition of semen It’s actually concentrated sulfuric acid and crane’s crown red.” The liquid rolled around in his body, and the feeling of flowing was so clear that it was directly reflected in his mind through the pain nerves, and his fingertips twitched subconsciously because of the pain—— This is already the largest movement Luo Xiu can make.

In fact, in his mind, he was so painful that he danced the Northeast Yangko.

Really, it hurts so much.

If every time you have sex you have to feel like you're being cramped and skinned alive, then it's clear pornographic directors are some of the world's worst liars - how many teens with good fantasies do they have to run to roll The bed sheet's dream avenue, and then, overnight changed from a hot-blooded youth to a serious patient with frigidity.

"..."

A drop of sweat dripping from the Tarot soldier fell on the black-haired young man's back and made a light "snap", and his drooping eyelashes, which were pressed underneath, trembled slightly and then opened slowly. Before I had time to see the surrounding environment clearly, I immediately closed it again——

Luo Xiu felt unprecedented tiredness and weakness.

This feeling is very familiar or real to him, and the life revolving lights in his mind have already started to turn, and he suddenly finds that he once seemed to have such a weak time—it wasn’t the same pain, to be precise, it was completely different. Different feeling, in his memory, he probably once stepped into the palace of the king of hell with one foot like this, but this time it was only because he accidentally shrunk the foot that had already entered the palace of the king of hell for the second time. Just came back...

The vague impression in the marquee told him that when a similar "near-death event" happened, he still had the strength to struggle. The blood at the tip of his nose and the icy air were somewhat similar to now. At that time, he was just trying to get himself out of Breaking free from a small space——

But now, he just lies here, lingering like a dead dog.

The strength of the strong adult man pressing on him suddenly weakened.

The viscous liquid of suspicious composition flowed out along with the thing in his body, shamelessly staining the bed sheet along his buttocks... The body that was originally stuffed suddenly relaxed, and Luo Xiu subconsciously Inhale deeply and lift his anus, and be satisfied to find that he hasn't been stabbed in the back.

At least he can still see the wonderful action of "levator anus".

No wonder he had such unsuitable fantasies.

Just because now he's a little confused whether he's been fucked by a human or by a crushing machine.

Except for the dynamic sweat dripping from his forehead, the black-haired young man only felt that his whole body had been transformed into a still life—isn't it a bit abstract?So to be more precise, even a single hair on his body can't stand up now, and he can't figure out where he is hurting—this is probably because he doesn't have a hair all over his body right now. Where there is no pain in the relationship.

It was as if someone disassembled him and reassembled him for fun just now... The whole wet head was buried deep in the pillow, the black-haired young man seemed to be about to suffocate himself to death with the pillow It seemed that at the same time, he had a certain illusion sadly: his arm was no longer his own, and his thigh had become someone else's.

The mattress next to me sank and bounced up, the bathroom door was opened and closed, and the sound of the shower spraying rang in my ears.

If it weren't for the sound of the Tarot soldiers taking a shower in the bathroom, which sounded very pleasant and attractive, Luo Xiu might even start to wonder if he was dead.

He was lying on his back on the bed—the last position the two of them returned to normal after countless rounds, and now he lay there quietly wondering if the Tarot soldiers would give him a little conscience for a while. A wet towel was used to wipe his body, although Luo Xiu had vaguely denied the answer in his heart at this time: Looking at the overall situation, in his limited time of self-awareness, the most gentle sentence he heard from a Tarot soldier The words are: does it hurt?Be patient with the pain.

Pain, also, want, endure, hold, point.

The gentle Mr. Tarot Bing suddenly turned into an iron-blooded beast when he got on the bed.

Ungentleness and unreasonable troublemaking are like inseparable and inseparable good friends like mindless and unhappy.

Worst of all, Tarot Soldier's tone sounded like "you deserve it"—even though Luo Xiu didn't know what he did and he deserved it—but the other party's tone was too righteous , and so confident that even he himself began to wonder if he had done something that "deserved to be scolded".

The black-haired young man was lying on the bed thinking about it, and his thoughts ran from the northern hemisphere of the earth to the southern hemisphere. Just when he was about to swim the equator, suddenly, his ears, which had become especially sharp at this time, suddenly heard the sound coming from a distance outside the window. There was the sound of playing music - mixed with Mr. Tarot Bing's cheerful shower water, the brisk and melodious tune obviously came from the croissant instrument, at first it was just playing solo, and the long tune was easy to associate with Arrived a graceful, handsome mariachi playing solo under the moon.

But soon, surprisingly, it seemed that more and more instruments were naturally added to this piece of music one after another. At first, it was the sound of the violin, and then the tambourine. The original single tune changed unconsciously. When a series of musical instruments such as snare drums, horns, violins, violas, and cellos resounded through the sky, "Solo under the Moon" suddenly became a "assembly march".

At this time, the bathroom door was pulled open.

Luo Xiu opened his eyes and looked at Mr. Tarot Bing who was backlit and half of his face was hidden in the shadow.

I don't know if my brain has also been screwed up, so I opened my mouth and said, "It's popular for you to do radio gymnastics in the middle of the night?"

The Tarot soldier didn't speak, but Luo Xiu knew that he was probably looking at him——according to Luo Xiu's preliminary analysis, this silence probably had two meanings: either he didn't understand what he was saying at all, or he probably felt I am looking at a neuropathy whose brain has been damaged by others.

On a winter night, if you don't turn on the light, you can't expect the light in the room to be so good, so even at this moment, Luo Xiu, who is lying on the bed on all fours, tried his best to raise his neck like a turtle, wanting to see what is with him. What does the man who rolled the sheets look like, but he was still disappointed to find that he could only see the man's perfectly curved jaw, even if it was tightly pressed into a straight line, his thin lips were especially sexy.

The side of the bed suddenly sank, and someone stretched out his hand and pushed back his raised neck, and a warm wet towel was thrown onto his back with a not-so-gentle "snap" sound, and the black-haired young man let out a neither high nor low sound. Moaning, when the man grabbed the towel and scrubbed his back lightly and heavily, he turned his head and looked at the perfect lower half of his face: "I was the one who got stabbed, why now? Is it your face that is heavy?"

The other party didn't answer him, just paused for a while, and then threw the towel away—when Luo Xiu thought he was going to give up, he didn't expect that he just touched his forehead with his hand, and his voice He was so low that he seemed to be talking to himself and answered irrelevant questions: "You sweated a lot just now, did your fever go away?"

The black-haired young man lying on the bed replied without raising his head, "Well, I also bleed a lot."

Tarot soldier: "..."

Luo Xiu: "You have a special way to reduce fever."

Tarot soldier: "..."

When the black-haired young man finished speaking, he was turned over gently, when his white belly was turned upside down, especially when the other party held a towel and rubbed it on his stomach, and then pulled him up with his hands. When his feet wiped the unknown liquid left on the inner thighs for him, he felt that he had really become a big bastard who could be flipped over at will.

After wiping off the sweat, his body felt a little more comfortable, but he still felt sticky all over his body. Luo Xiu guessed that Tarot Bing was probably not used to taking care of others, because when he got a new towel, When he grabbed his hand and wiped the sweat from the crevices of his fingers, the force was as strong as if he was giving him ten tortures.

Thinking of this, Luo Xiu laughed.

Chi Chi's laughter seemed to make the man who was silently serving him very depressed. He stopped the movement of his hands, and threw away the slender paws in his hands that were limp and weak: "What are you laughing at?"

"What just happened?"

"..."

"Ok?"

"You've been drugged." Tarot Soldier's voice still sounded muffled, "I'm just helping you."

"Oh."

"..."

"You don't mind if I don't say thank you?"

"..."

The man continued to be silent again, he is not stupid, he can understand the silent sarcasm in the black-haired young man's words with his buttocks, but what he said is indeed the truth - he was given a blood coagulation potion, and the blood coagulation There is actually no such special function in the potion—unfortunately, the main ingredient of the blood coagulation potion is the blood of Asmodeus, and Asmodeus, apart from the title of "First Berserker" in hell, In addition, the remaining one is the "walking penis".

What's more, it's not just the black-haired young man who hurts.

In fact, he was in pain too.

The pure holy power in his body has become the purest demonic power since he stepped into hell hundreds of thousands of years ago - Lucifer's demonic power is the only one, and it is absolutely comparable to Michael and Meta Tron's pure holy power competes with each other. When he tries to use his own power to remove the pure holy power from another person's body, the effect is like a strong acid meeting a strong base in chemistry.

To put it more vividly, if Luo Xiu felt that he was shot in the stomach with concentrated sulfuric acid just now.

Well, during the entire "movement", Lucifer felt like he had put his dick into concentrated sulfuric acid—it was a natural talent for him to last until the end and actually ejaculated—so there is Waist strength and age really can't explain anything.

But of course, he would not tell others about these things.

Although at this moment, someone was looking at him curiously with his neck up like a bastard.

Pushing that bastard's head back on the pillow, hooking the man's fingertips at an angle that the black-haired young man couldn't see, the thin quilt that fell on the ground floated up into the air and slowly moved back to the bed. The man grabbed it, dragged it over, shook it off and covered the black-haired young man, and after saying "have a good rest", he wanted to stand up from the bed——

When he was halfway through the action of "lifting his butt from the bed", he found that the edge of his waist, which was casually wrapped around his waist, was grabbed by someone.

The man raised his eyebrows, turned his head and glanced at the black-haired young man in confusion.

But at this time, he saw the black-haired young man just pointing out the window: "What happened outside?"

The back of Luo Xiu's head was facing the man, and at the same time as he finished speaking, there was a loud "bang" from the continuous sound of music outside the window, and the dull boom burst into the sky with colorful lights. Entering the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the man's cold and resolute face was reflected flickeringly.

a long time.

The lines at the corners of the man's eyes suddenly softened.

He leaned down, pulled up the quilt to completely cover the black-haired young man, and when he pulled away, he said in a very calm voice: "The ceremony for selecting the queen has begun, and the first ceremony will be held at dawn tomorrow." In the competition, whoever defeats all the Tarot soldiers will become the Red Queen."

"including you?"

"including me."

"Alice."

"Well?"

"Why do you want to be the Red Queen."

The words of the Tarot soldiers made Luo Xiu fall into a momentary silence. After a long time, he said in a very calm voice: "I heard that the Red Queen is qualified to know all the secrets in this fairyland."

"Whoever told you this didn't lie to you."

Luo Xiu thought about it, and raised his hand to touch the two weapons left by the former Alices hanging around his neck. After thinking for a while, he seemed to ask jokingly: "If the opponent I met was you, would you Will you deliberately let me pass——I have a reason to be the Red Queen."

"..."

This time, the man behind the black-haired young man didn't answer his question again.

He was just like he was in his usual days, and he turned back into the taciturn Mr. Tarot Bing.