[K] Shoot Zhou Fangzun

The Scarlet King snorted noncommittally, casually found a workbench full of glass instruments, kicked it over and sat on the clean and flat countertop.He held Ogata's right hand in his palm, let her lean against his arms, and touched his pocket casually.

Fingers touched the hard case of the book, grabbed it out, glanced at the poetry collection in his hand, Zhou Fang frowned impatiently, threw it aside, and continued to search for the cigarette case in his pocket.

As if no one else ordered a Marlboro, the red-haired man took a deep breath, and the familiar and strong burnt aroma filled his lungs. He raised his eyes casually, and lazily looked at the researcher who rushed over with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Mr. Zhou Fang, please, please put Ms. Ogata on the equipment we prepared."

The king, who was biting his cigarette butt, sneered, and asked lazily, "Then? Let me catch it again?"

The wound on the forehead was still aching, Yosuke Tanaka hesitated for a few seconds, and carefully probed: "If you use a non-metallic medium to fix your right hand..."

What responded to him was a splash of fine metal shards on his face.

Roughly tore off the white armor on the girl's back, and casually threw the twisted piece of metal to his feet, Zhou Fang glanced at the young researcher with a cigarette in his mouth, and his low voice showed obvious impatience: "I want you to help me!" Under the knife?"

"No, no, no need, horse, immediately!"

Zhou Fang snorted indifferently, lowered his eyes and smashed up the remaining metal on her back and discarded it.

The girl in his arms trembled uncontrollably following his movements, and Zhou Fang clearly felt her right hand palm was wet with thin sweat.He burned the metal residue in his hand with flames, and straightened her long hair casually.

Ogata lowered his head, breathing a little short of breath.

Her forehead rested on his left shoulder, her body leaned against his arms, her only intact right hand was clamped by him and folded behind her back.The whole body trembled uncontrollably, the pain of peeling off the tree of life, even imagining it could make Ogata terrified to the point of collapse.

"..."

Her voice was too thin to be heard.

"Huh?" Zhou Fang uttered lazily, casually picked up a strand of her black hair, wrapped it around her fingers and played with it.

The breath of her words breathed on his left shoulder, and the warm moisture permeated through the fabric.

"Respect...let it go..."

"Let me go... okay..."

"Huh?" Zhou Fang's movements paused, and he smiled lowly. A fierce light flashed in his golden red eyes, and he took off the half-burned cigarette, snuffed out the cigarette butt, and threw it on the ground.

There was a blood-stained arc on the lips of the king, and he patiently arranged the girl's smooth long black hair, pushed them aside, and held her back with one hand, so that her back could receive the shadowless lamp without any hindrance.

The needle injected with anesthesia pierced the smooth back, and the girl moved her right hand. Zhou Fang did not stop her, but slightly loosened her left hand, allowing her to curl her fingers into a fist.

"It hurts...it hurts..."

Her voice became more and more desperate, dark and sad like a nightingale whose body was pierced by thorns.

The playful smile on the corner of Zhou Fang's mouth gradually disappeared.He looked at the silver-white scalpel that cut into the back muscle, and the beautiful red gushing out was reflected in the red-gold pupils, the fair skin, the flowing blood, and the alluring color.The body in his arms suddenly tensed, he lowered his head, half closed his eyes, and gently leaned against Ogata's ear.

The soft red hair and the long black hair gently caressed.

"I won't leave you behind."

The hoarse voice sounded in her ears, and there was a thrilling flame in the deep and magnetic male voice, "I promised you."

The blade cut off the tree whiskers again, Zhou Fang hugged her tightly, tightly clamped her struggling hand, and pressed her neck hard with his right hand wrapped with smooth black hair.He raised his eyes and stared at the golden tree whiskers that were being slowly pulled out by the tweezers, and repeated in a low voice amidst the girl's broken and crying screams: "I won't abandon you."

The mournful wailing was soaked in pain and despair, and Zhou Fang felt that the palm of his left hand was stained with some kind of warm and viscous liquid.

There was another scream like crying blood, and he saw the golden plants close to the spine being carefully pulled out little by little, sticking blood and tiny flesh and blood reflected in his eyes, dyeing the iris bright red, and the air was filled with thick blood. taste.

Ogata, who screamed until her voice was hoarse, gradually collapsed as the golden mistletoe was pulled away, and Zhou Fang slightly relaxed the pressure on the back of her neck.He clearly sensed that she was panting rapidly and chaotically, and raised her head tremblingly, and the hot breath she exhaled moved up with her raising her head.

She seemed to want to say something, but her trembling breath could not be put together into a coherent syllable.

The medical tweezers opened the wound again, and Zhou Fang felt the girl in his arms go stiff.

He watched the researcher's movements absently, and when the silver tweezers caught a twisting golden tree whisker, a sudden tingling sensation came from the joint of the shoulder and neck.

The Scarlet King frowned slightly.

The place where she bit hard was very close to the carotid artery.Hot blood was rushing through the blood vessels under the skin, and the bite force under the stimulation of severe pain was significantly higher than the normal range. The slight discomfort caused by the compression of the left carotid artery made him a little irritable.

Squinting his eyes patiently, he did not stop Ogata's movements.

The red-gold eyes watched the operation process indifferently, watching several pieces of mistletoe being taken out of Ogata's body, and watching the researcher carefully suture the wound.

Yosuke Tanaka hesitated, wondering if he should ask, the wound on the scarlet king's neck and Toru Ogata's dislocated hands and feet needed timely treatment, but Zhou Fangzun's indifferent appearance made him a little scared.

The king let go of his right hand, and the silky and smooth black hair slipped from his palm, covering the winding scars on his back.

The girl in his arms also let go of him at this moment, panting heavily.

Zhou Fang sighed in a low voice: "It's over, Ogata." He let go of her right hand, and the black-haired girl immediately grabbed his shoulder, her blood-stained five fingers trying to pierce his shoulder.

She raised her head, her bloodshot eyes slowly met him, blood dripped down the corner of her mouth, Zhou Fang reached out and wiped the blood from her lips with his thumb, and his golden red eyes looked at her fearlessly.

"Zhou Fangzun..."

Ogata pronounced his name hoarsely, every syllable was mixed with majestic hatred and thick blood.

The flesh and blood shattered by the tree of life and the blood of the Red King remained in her mouth. The strong smell of rust made her cough uncontrollably. Zhou Fang frowned, and supported her weak waist with one hand, while signaling to Tanaka Yosuke dealt with the chaotic scene as soon as possible.

Spitting blood aside, the weak girl shifted her gaze to the wound on his neck.

"Does it hurt?" She clings to his ear and asks softly.The right hand pinched on his shoulder slowly tightened, her nails pressed the fabric of the T-shirt and pierced his skin, her tone was gentle and hazy, and her hoarse voice exuded the fragrance of blood, "What I have suffered... is more painful than yours A hundred times, no, a thousand times..."

Her lips were almost touching his ear, and her moist and hot breath breathed on the bone of the ear.

"Sooner or later... I will kill you..."

Run through your heart with a silver bullet.

The red king brutally pinched her chin, pushed her away from his shoulder blades, and forced her to look up at him, the chaotic green pupils were full of hatred, and the gloomy blue eyes were as dark as a dream filled with ruins.

Sweet blood was intertwined in the breath of the two of them. He squinted his golden-red eyes to meet her green pupils, and responded with a wild and wild smile: "Okay, I'll wait for you."