to pure life

Now he is a curled up person, or he should be called a basaloid body as the Romans do.

It seemed that he had been dead for a while, and the neurons in his body had no active response. Si Mingrui was a little disappointed. At that time, he entered Mitchelson's body because his mental power had not completely dissipated, allowing him to find a position and control it. Michelson.He tried several times to connect with the other party with his consciousness, but all failed. Si Mingrui planned to do it again, but just in the middle of the process, his consciousness suddenly fainted, and there was no more movement in the alley.

After a few minutes, a stooped man stumbled over, hugged Si Mingrui's body horizontally, and limped away without looking at Mitchelson.

And when the figures of the two people disappeared, "This is here, you guys go to the other side of the alley to guard, you guys stay put and stand by, and the rest of you go in with me, and you are not allowed to act without my instructions. Do I understand? 'The captain standing at a corner diagonally across the alley gave orders with special gestures.

Although he looked confident, he still felt uneasy. After hitting the second target, he encountered a lot of trouble in the search process. The people in the team didn't know much about this area, and they almost got lost several times during the rapid advance. And the air patrol car was even more useless because of the special reasons in the Poole area.

In the end, he led the team to the target position according to the direction in his memory. Even so, it took almost 15 minutes. This was the first time he was not sure about the result of the mission, so only the second The captain wasn't surprised by the broken body of the target, he just didn't want to face those old guys.

"Report to the captain, there are traces of the appearance of the third life body here." A man with glasses in the team inspecting the formation quietly approached the serious-looking captain to report.

"..."

Although aware of this doubt, the captain has no right to order the team to conduct a large-scale investigation. He ordered several subordinates to take Mitchelson's body and the severed hand they found, and all the guards returned to Moore Life.

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Holding a person with a figure similar to himself in his arms, the man ran with difficulty.Needle-like pains were constantly coming from certain places on his body, and a greasy liquid flowed out from his buttocks. Suppressing the feeling of nausea, he hurried to several buildings that looked like ruins. He kicked the only intact metal gate here, and the result directly aggravated his wound, and the tearing pain became more obvious, but the man just frowned his handsome eyebrows, and continued his violent actions after a while.

"Okay, okay, come to open the door, in such a hurry, rushing to die..." A screen suddenly jumped out of the metal door, and a slow voice came from inside.

"Ah, isn't this Mr. Ambrosi, our heartthrob? Tsk tsk, I've changed my taste this time, and I want to taste the taste of a man?" His eyes turned to Ambrosi's arms, and the one he was holding was obviously male. On the screen, the white-haired old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks let out a good-hearted laugh, "Open the door!" Ambrosi ignored the other party's words.

"It's not that I don't open the door, you know, Mr. Ke Daer has issued a notice for the whole district, if anyone dares to take you in again, he will send that 'good-hearted person' to 'there', I can't stand it with my old bones Toss, but..." The cloudy eyeballs turned to the body that was being held, "Mr. Ambrosi, who can be called the most exquisite work of art in the Poole District, must be looking for the best. If Let the three of us have fun together, I will let you in and provide a soft bed for free..." "Yes, open the door." Still interrupting the other party without hesitation, Ambrosi quickly replied.

The pupils of the old man shrank slightly on the screen, "Don't play tricks on me, Ambrosi, I know exactly when you started masturbating..." "Knowing is enough? Want to see me Did you do this in front of you?" The old man seemed to take a deep breath, then his face turned red, and his breathing became heavier, "Okay, Ambrosi, what are you going to do, tell me, quickly..."

"Don't do anything, give me a place to hide, you know my weapons have been confiscated by Kedar, I can't beat you, this is an exchange of equal value, don't you like this one the most? Is my body enough? ?”

There was silence inside and outside, "Hurry up, if it doesn't work, I'll go..." The screen suddenly disappeared, and the door opened a thin crack silently.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ambrosi kicked the door open and walked in.

The old man stood motionless behind the door, staring up and down at Ambrosi, his eyes frequently lingering on the other's strong limbs and upturned buttocks.

Noticing Ambrosi's twisted movements, the old man was startled for a moment, then squinted his eyes, stepped forward and kneaded Ambrosi's butt vigorously with his hands. "It's a pity, I'm not the first person to touch you, no wonder I agreed so readily, I thought you had a sex change, but I didn't expect it to be just broken pots, it was done by Kedar, those thugs are really lucky ..." Expressing the regret in his heart in a rather emotional tone, his hands did not stop moving. "Hmph, the back is wet. It seems that you came here before you had time to clean up. It's really pitiful. Mr. Ambrosi, who only accepts women's admiration, has today." Stopping it, Ambrosi carefully adjusted the position of the person in his arms, "Let's talk in the room, or do you want to have a fight here now?"

The two disappeared at the elevator entrance, and as soon as they entered the old man's room, Ambrosi was hugged fiercely from behind, and his withered hands grasped his crotch and played with it obscenely.

"What are you doing in such a hurry, wait for me to put this guy away first." Turning around and breaking free from the restraints of the other party, Ambrosi put the person he was hugging on the sofa, and the old man who was impulsive just now remembered that there was still this trouble thing.

Seeing Ambrosi's rarely seen solemn expression, the old man became curious about the genus in the lab coat.

"Stop!" Ambrosi hurriedly stopped when he saw the chicken-foot-like hand on the breathing mask. Unfortunately, he couldn't keep up with the opponent's movements at all. He took off the mask and threw it aside, revealing his hidden features .

"Oh! Duji! Oh my God!" the old man couldn't stop muttering, and then put his hand on the other's fair face, "Die?" Coldness was the only feeling, and the old man stretched his hand to his head unwillingly. Then he touched the Jiyuan vein, but there was no movement.

"Why, you're also fascinated?" Ambrosi calmed down his flustered expression, smiled silently, and forced his eyes away from the face that seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

"He's an employee of Moore Life." The old man smoothed the lab coat, "Carl... Vincent, that's his name? Where did you get him from?"

"You don't need to worry about this. Do you want to try it with me first or with him first? Although he is dead, except for his whole body being cold, he has no movement or breathing, but there is no other sign of death at all. Maybe the back is also tight. ..." Ambrosi's originally seductive voice suddenly changed its tone, as if someone had pinched his throat, but unfortunately the old man who was fascinated by the sight didn't notice it at all, and with a light swipe of his seemingly skinny hand, the lab coat was His shirt was torn open, exposing his fair and tender skin to his eyes, and the pale pink nipple|head on his chest was constantly calling out to him.

The moment the old man stretched out his fingers to touch him, his wrist was tightly pulled, "What? Are you jealous? Don't worry, I'll comfort you by touching him." I didn't expect that I could actually touch him. For such a good thing, the old man had completely let go of his guard, staring at Ambrosi lustfully, and his other free hand climbed onto Ambrosi's waist.

"You should feel very honored, because you are the first." Just as the old man opened his eyes wide in surprise, his vision went dark and he lost consciousness again.

Ambrosi put back the torn lab coat on the man, stood up straight and kicked away the trash can beside him like a beast erupting.Then he took off his tattered clothes and entered the bathroom naked.

Regardless of the water standard in Poole, the sensor nozzle in the bathroom keeps sprinkling water.Ambrosi rubbed his body vigorously over and over again, even though his skin was already flushed, he didn't stop.Staring at his blurred appearance on the glass door, Ambrosi roared and punched it, "Quickly, give me some more time, Zhichun, help me!"

(End of Moore's life chapter)

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After washing his body, Ambrosi looked much calmer. He found a set of old clothes that he had lost in the old man's room, and put them on without thinking.

He stared at the old man coldly. This old guy is not dead yet, but has been cut off from the source connection of all senses. Now he probably thinks that he has done too many nasty things. Without taking him in, he can only wander in the dark forever.Imagining the old man's consciousness trembling at a loss, maybe still kowtow to admit his mistake, Ambrosi smiled in relief, and then stretched out his hand to shake.

The old man who was lying on the ground got up quickly, and gently opened the distance with Ambrosi with his heels, taking a defensive posture, like an agile cheetah, and he couldn't see his old age at all.

"Crack! Crack!" Ambrosi clapped her hands gracefully, "As expected of Pu