Colonel

"I suggest you don't play with fire. I finally found a stronger toy. I don't want to destroy it now." Brian placed his palm on Fang Chi's neck with terrifying force.

Fang Chi didn't care. He had received special training and had stimulated his body organs with drugs. His lung function was different from that of ordinary people. He could stop breathing for about 15 minutes. Brian's palm couldn't kill him, but now it's very difficult for him to breathe. Just talk.

He bent his eyes, put his palm on Brian's hand, and pulled his hand away forcefully.This time it was purely a matter of strength, especially since his fragile little neck was still under Brian's clutches, it was really not as difficult to get rid of the restraint.

Fortunately, he is not an ordinary person.

Fang Chi slowly raised the other hand, placed it on Brian's waist, and gently pressed down with his not-too-long nails.

The colonel's expression changed, and the strength of his palms relaxed a bit. Fang Chi regained his life, took a few breaths of fresh air, and quickly said, "Of course that sentence just now was a joke. How could you not feel pleasure?"

If it was really unpleasant, why would he let go just now? It seems that what Brian lost was only the sense of pain.Fang Chi's mind was spinning rapidly, trying to figure out what kind of medicine or what kind of training could make a person lose the pain sensation. At this moment, Brian grabbed his chin and gave him a lingering kiss.

The kiss was not only passionate, but also full of aggression, as if it wanted to plunder all his sanity.While coping with Brian's passionate kiss, Fang Chi wondered who he really was.

"Don't think about it, don't force me to pry your head off." Brian's voice was slightly panting, the kiss was too hot just now.

Fang Chi raised his eyebrows: "I thought you were trying to drag me into the water."

Deliberately getting him into the army, deliberately arranging Ivy and him in the same dormitory, deliberately letting him discover the identity of Halls, Brian's behavior is obviously dragging him down, insisting on letting him get along with these bad things Tangled.But now he actually doesn't allow himself to think about it, which proves that the matter is a bit big, and after thinking about it, Brian's life is in danger.

"Some are okay, some are not." He took off the clothes of the two of them, intending to take away Fang Chi's thoughts further.

Brian wore an ornament around his neck. From the first time Fang Chi saw him to the present, he never took it off whether he was eating, sleeping, bathing or going to bed.Fang Chi had never looked at this ornament as clearly as today, and found that there was a protrusion in the middle of the crescent-shaped pendant, which should be a button or something.Suddenly, Fang Chi stretched out his hand, wanting to see the ornament clearly, but Brian discovered his intention in advance and held his hand.

"This is not allowed." His voice was a little hoarse, but still serious.

"Would you like to draw a range for me and tell me in detail which ones I can touch and which ones I can't, and by the way tell me what I can think about and what I can't." Fang Chi's bad nature rarely flares up in front of others, and he begins Mess around.

In fact, he has been a troublesome child since he was a child, and he is indispensable for fighting every time. If anyone dares to say something wrong about him or that person, he will immediately beat that guy so that his mother can't even recognize him.After every fight, he would inevitably suffer some injuries. At this time, the man would throw a towel and say helplessly: "There is another fight, so wipe it off quickly so that I can apply medicine to you." He wiped it off cheerfully, and then watched stupidly as the man applied the medicine to him.

Such a happy and carefree life until he was 16 years old, on the eve of joining the army, everything changed, the sky and the earth turned around, and his character was deeply buried.Outsiders see him as generous, gentle, and calm, but in fact he is rebellious in his bones, and his temper is more impulsive than anyone else.

The cobblestone has no edges and corners, and looks round and smooth, but who knows what kind of pain it has gone through to wear off all the edges and corners?

Brian was obviously a good sculptor, so he sharpened his edges and corners abruptly.To be honest, he really wanted to continue to be smooth, but in front of Brian, it was obviously unwise.Only edges and corners can fight back against him, only edges and corners can protect one's poor self-esteem and pride.

The edges and corners that were smoothed by that person are now being installed one by one because of Brian. Fang Chi doesn't know how much of his true nature will be revealed if this continues.

He didn't know that his expression was pippi and full of anger, and Brian was stunned for a millisecond by his mischievous eyes.

"You really want to know?" said the colonel suddenly.

"I really don't want to know." He was telling the truth. With Brian's temperament, he would only play with things more and more. If he didn't want to play, it proved that the consequences of playing with this matter were a bit unimaginable.

"Then you still ask!" The words were squeezed out between the teeth, and the colonel was very depressed now.

Fang Chi secretly smiled: "I'm just asking you which minefields are minefields, so I can avoid them in the future. Why are you so excited?"

Brian stared at him silently for a while: "Fang Chi, you will die."

"Colonel, you too will die."

"Go ahead and guess, there will be a prize for guessing." The colonel's voice was suddenly full of joy.

"Ok."

"You don't want to ask about the award?"

"Do not want to know."

"I reward you for the right to make furniture for me. Recently, I lack a chair. It would be nice to have a chair that can move freely and is neither soft nor hard. I will reward you with this. How about it? I am very happy, very excited Well, very..."

"You shut up, you said you don't want to know!"

So for the first time, Fang Chi blocked Brian's chattering mouth like a wolf like a tiger, so hot and lingering that he was suspected of murdering the colonel's tongue.In fact, if Brian didn't defend desperately, his tongue would have been bitten off by Fang Chi's sharp teeth.

"What an unfamiliar dog."

After the incident, the colonel licked the wound on his lip, stared at Fang Chi and said.

A sharp-tongued ex-cowherd narrowed his eyes: "You are the dog."

He considered whether to beat him up again to relieve his hatred. Anyway, the colonel didn't fight back when he was beaten (he couldn't beat him in close combat), and he didn't fight back when he was scolded (he paid back, which was ignored by Fang Chi), so it was easy to have some authority to bully others , he just refused to use it.Or judging from the frequency of his attacks on the colonel, it is enough to be shot and revived, shot and revived again, shot again and revived again, and again... Repeat this N times, N depends on the colonel's mood index .

Brian's thin lips curled up: "Renaissance's soldiers are all dogs."

Fang Chi stared: "What?"

"Uh...not right, some of them can't be called dogs. Insects? Fish? Harmless plants? Microorganisms? Single-celled organisms? Organic matter..."

"Damn! You're good at biology."

"Of course, at least I can tell that you are a reptile. A reptile should look like a reptile, go, go! Lie down on the ground and secrete mucus." While talking, he kicked Fang Chi under the bed.

"Rely on it!"

The meanings of "depending on" and "depending on it" are different. "Rely on" just represents an action, and sometimes people can do some actions similar to "rely on" towards the void; while "rely on" has a fixed object, in other words, it not only represents an action, but also represents An action with a specific object.

So Fang Chi grabbed Brian's feet and threw him under the bed after he said "rely on him", then quickly rode on him and restrained his hands.

"Let's leave it to you reptiles to secrete mucus!"

Did he beat Brian to goo, or did he goo, or did he goo?

"I'm not such a lowly creature."

"Then what are you, noble spirit of creation?"

"Me?" Brian showed a self-deprecating smile, "I can only be regarded as a mongrel dog at best."

Fang Chi's fist, which was about to make close contact with Brian, suddenly stopped: "Brian, what do you think of yourself? Do you think of yourself as someone special?"

The colonel shook his hand: "It's best not to ask this question."

Depend on!Another minefield.

Brian pushed Fang Chi away, walked into the bathroom, raised his head slightly under the flow of water.

He swore that he would never look up at others again, he wanted the whole world to look up to him.

Holding the crescent-shaped pendant on his chest tightly with his right hand, he slowly closed his eyes, and a boy with fiery red hair appeared in his mind.

The young man smiled slightly, showing two very cute dimples, and extended a friendly hand to him: "My name is Abel, how about you?"

Water flowed down the Colonel's face, whether it was water or tears.

Abel, my name is Ryan.