Abyssal Kingdom

Wei An wanted to get closer, to touch him.

He knew it was best not to, but he couldn't control it. Why would he want to get close to such a person irrationally.

He withdrew his hand, and suddenly leaned over to kiss Gui Ling.It was some tender, dreamy kisses, like they once did, that felt so close to total bliss.

The man pushed him back violently, the hysterical, irrational revolt of a mutilated man.

Wei An clutched his chin, he knew it would only hurt, but he didn't want to let go.

Wei An tasted blood, and his lip was bitten.

But he pressed Gui Ling and stubbornly went to kiss, which felt like a bite between wild beasts.

They are so deformed, they are both too painful, such a touch will only hurt them both, Wei An knows it.

But he didn't let go. At this moment, the physical entanglement was not like two nine-level systems, but the flesh and blood of ordinary human beings, like a bloody dispute between lovers in the past.

There is nothing bright and gentle, only primitive anger, the despair of struggling in the dark, and the instinctive bite of animals because of pain.

Gui Ling struggled with all his strength, Wei An heard the sound of gasping like crying, blind and frantic, the man seemed to not know where he was.It felt so real, that he was holding a severely disabled soul, so dark and hopeless, tortured mad in some dark cell, right in his arms.

However, the smell of blood arouses ferocity in people. Wei An wants to suppress Guiling, invade him, control him, tell him that he is the master, and use violence to make him obey.

He wants this to be his thing, holding it in his hand, he will cherish it very, very much, how beautiful and simple this kind of imagination is, he has no system now, he can get him.

Wei An thought desperately, but carefully fixed Gui Ling so that he would not hurt himself.

He doesn't want him to get hurt.

"I don't want it, I don't care," Wei An said in a frantic tone, "I finally found you, I want things to get better, I want your eyes back—"

He spoke like he was dreaming.

The person in his arms was shaking, tortured to the point where nothing but fear remained in his mind.

"I want to see your eyes, they are blue," Wei An said, "You have suffered so many things, you have been unable to cry, do you want to cry?"

He thinks what he said is perverted, but that's what he is.

Guiling struggled helplessly, and he didn't know where he could escape. The suspended jewel rotated slowly, and the parts continued to return. He just refused blindly, he had no direction.In this world, he has long since lost all direction.

His voice was hoarse and he was shaking like dying.

"I don't want to be dug out again!" Gui Ling said.

Wei An hugged him, feeling as if his chest had been pierced at this moment.

He collapsed in great fear and was at a loss, unable to regain his old dignity.

That fear, like a knife, can tear people apart.

When Wei An's fingertips touched the cool water, he froze for a moment and moved away.

Guiling cried.

Wei An saw the color of the eyes of the person below, as if the morning sun was rising, and there were little colors in the rusted and dim pupils.

It is really a deep and ancient color, which Wei An longed to see in his fantasy countless times, like a fantastic morning light, which is his future.

The return of the system part was successful.

At this moment, he grasped that color, his sky seemed to have rained and soaked in water, and that color made people unable to move their eyes away.

Wei An felt that he was shocked, and the man took his eyes back again.

It is more perfect than when it only existed in Wei An's imagination, and it is not the color in the dream that should be imagined with confusion, the sky-like color is burning in front of his eyes.

Wei An had never seen Gui Ling's expression before, it was so real, so sharp, he was in great anger and panic, and he was in a mess, but at this moment he didn't give in to his stare, he was extremely aggressive, and he looked like he was going to die In the end look.

Wei An dressed up Zhou Zheng, but no matter how he took care of it, he was a dark and crazy person at heart. He was clutching Guiling's collar, with blood on his lips, and his knee was pressed between his legs. That person must know that he wanted to what to do.

He is not afraid of him, they are too familiar, he is not a good person in Guiling's eyes, Wei An, he knows all his flaws and desires.

They looked into the depths of each other's souls, all the darkness.

After a few seconds, Gui Ling touched his face, looking at the water marks on his fingertips.

He stared at it as if it was very strange.

There was silence in the house, with the sound of wind blowing.

Both of them froze for a moment, as if they didn't know how to deal with the matter in front of them.

Guiling doesn't cry, he doesn't lose his temper, he has a stable personality, and he is the one who handles all problems.a god.

Wei An thought of some fragmentary dreams about the Science Department when he first got the synchronization of the redline system, and there was no scariest part. There were two times when he was awakened by some kind of extremely bloody fear, and he couldn't remember what he dreamed of.

He had heard conversations among several researchers before the surgery to remove the eye.

One of them said: "After this operation, will he never cry again?"

"Yes, I will never see it again, unfortunately—" his colleague said, "Well, that's fine."

After a few seconds of silence, another person said firmly: "This is the best."

Wei An also thought of Shenhuang, the fanatical religious slavery country in the Great Dark Age. They nailed Guiling to the "sacred throne".

Gui Ling was wearing a white robe, sitting on the divine throne, suffering from great pain, and remained motionless.

His eyes were lowered, his shape was like a half-drilled stone mine, as if there was no blood or tears, and his skin had gorgeous golden lines.

It was such a horrible but sacred scene, a perfect and incomplete god.

A god without tears, a mineral of an ancient civilization, a ruin and a relic.

But now, what he saw was a person again.

Gui Ling sat up and slowly raised his hand, recovering from his injury quickly under the return of the system.

He stared intently at the falling tears for a long while, as if he had never seen this thing before.

He watched it intently for about 5 minutes, and the tears slid down drop by drop, slightly reflective, clear and fragile.

Then the man slowly covered his eyes with his hands and began to cry.It seemed that until now, he hadn't remembered how to cry like a human being.

There was no sound at all in this cry, it was extremely quiet, Wei An could only hear a slight gasp, he was shaking, it was crying in extreme pain, and he couldn't make a sound.

Sitting next to him, Wei An slowly reached out and stroked his hair.

"I know..." Wei An said, "You hurt..."

He leaned over and kissed his hair, feeling the trembling under his fingertips.

Wei An used to do a lot of gentle touches, and Gui Ling asked him to do it too, and they acted like it could help things.

And after seeing that the wound was so severe that no words would help, he still wanted to do it.