Doomsday tyrant's rolling pet

The dungeon of the chosen base, the electric shock interrogation room.

On the glass cube of the display case sat a head full of wires, and only that head.

Messy golden-red hair that hasn't been taken care of for a long time, arched thick eyebrows underneath, big reddish-brown eyeballs covered with bloodshot eyes, and blue veins under the fragile jelly-colored skin.

It's Sadio.

His lower eyelids are more severely everted than before, and he has big bags under his eyes, as if he has aged 20 years.

Ruan Yan stepped forward, put his slender fingers on Shadio's head, and casually adjusted the positions of the various wires: "The eyeballs are recovering well~" He found time to glance at the man's eyes.

Shadio stared at him in pain: "How long will you torture me?"

It turned out that the so-called looking for a shell was nothing more than cutting off the head of the corpse that I had discarded before to make a container for the spirit worm.

What's more, this person has been imprisoning him with [Absolute Domain], and there is no way to escape.

At the very beginning, his head was still rotten, and he could even clearly feel the maggots crawling around in his eye sockets. The nausea and despair almost drove him crazy!

This devil only grants a certain amount of healing power every day, maintaining his life, but it is absolutely impossible to make him feel better.

And when Shadio couldn't take it anymore and was about to collapse, Ruan Yan would start the painful and cruel electric shock therapy to paralyze his nerves, and when he was unconscious, he would say some soothing and gentle words to bring him from the edge of madness. Pull it back.

In just one day, Shadio seems to have spent his whole life.

With a face full of decay and fatigue, he couldn't lift any energy, his face was trembling, and he looked at the handsome devil with half of his face hidden in the shadow against the light above his head with fearful eyes.

"You may not know," Ruan Yan pinched Shadio's chin, forced him to open his mouth, and stuffed a polished oak into his mouth: "I was once under your hands, and I was tortured through it lifetime."

As he said this, the golden pupils finally emerged from the shadow area, like rotten doomsday roses, depressing, gloomy, without any vitality.

There is only death, and a boundless calm that makes people panic in the bottom of their hearts.

He calmly took his hand away, and calmly turned on the current switch.

Calmly watching Shadio shaking his head in pain, his bloodshot eyeballs turned upwards, all the screams were blocked in his throat and turned into a vague moan, and finally he was stunned to death.

uninteresting.

Ruan Yan lowered her beautiful eyes, turned around, and before leaving, she lightly ordered the subordinates in the execution room: "Wake him up and continue."

The long torture was just the beginning.

And what revenge brought him didn't seem to have much pleasure.

I didn't see any waves in my heart, and only when I went back to the bedroom and looked at the sesame dumplings sleeping on the small bed, would I feel a warm current in my heart.

Ruan Yan opened the cage door, bent down and got in, and the fence door and glass wall fell behind him at the same time.

He walked forward, sat in the room full of lights, stared at the little prince who seemed to be sleeping in the Milky Way Star Sea, the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily,

The man lay sideways on the side of its small bed, with the tip of his nose touching the cub's black paws on the carpet, and his hands on the soft fur back of the dumpling, stroking the palms gently, feeling the tenderness of the milk. touch and warm body temperature.

Xiong Tuanzi's breathing rate is faster than that of humans, panting, and the high-frequency ups and downs are like a thin thread wrapped around Ruan Yan's heart, affecting his every heartbeat.

It jumped faster and faster, as if it was about to be knocked out of the chest.

Ruan Yan closed his eyes, his brain miraculously entered a soothing and relaxed state, and he slowly fell asleep.

A very long dream.

In his study, he was dealing with the complicated affairs presented by the base. His beloved Tuanzi curled up at his feet, his calves moved, and he was taking a cute nap.

Ruan Yan lowered her eyes, smiled slightly, reached down to lift the dumpling onto her lap, and rubbed the back of its head.

The dumpling rolls lazily on his lap and turns into a flat lying posture with its belly up.

Ruan Yan stroked its belly, retracted her hand, and looked at the information in her hand again.

[The outing team brought back some samples of the evolutionary variant, a new type of organism with countless spores bred on its body surface, with tenacious vitality and high temperature resistance. After the main body is killed, the spores will immediately disperse to find new hosts ...]

Ruan Yan was watching intently. Suddenly, his arms were heavy, and his chin was pressed against by a black curly head. His bare back was pressed against his chest. A gust of cold wind blew by, and the boy bent down instinctively. Legs, hugging knees, curled into his arms.

Looking down from the top of the boy's head, one can see some bright red lips, muttering unintelligible syllables.

Ruan Yan reached out and put her hand on his waist, it was so soft that she couldn't hold it.

"Go away?" He raised the boy's chin, quietly waiting for Sleeping Beauty to wake up.

Until, the curled eyelashes opened tremblingly, revealing a pair of black eyes as bright as the stars in the midnight, still revealing the daze of not waking up.

Ruan Yan's breathing was a little heavy, and he leaned closer, smelling the milky exhalation between the nose and lips of the other party, "Zheng—", the string of reason in his brain was completely broken.

He kissed fiercely, encroaching on all the space in that sweet place.

The boy's white back trembled, and an unbearable whimper sounded from his throat, like a kitten meowing.Fragile and fragile, like an expensive breakable item in a fine cabinet.

"Go away~" the man called him fascinatedly, and tried his best to keep falling on the beloved boy with gentle kisses.

……

He was afraid that the cold and hard tabletop would hurt the tender skin on the boy's back, so he carried him to the bedroom, put him on the big soft bed, stroked his cheek and whispered softly to comfort him.

While taking off his clothes.

His complexion is fair and delicate, and his thin and strong muscles are pressed against the boy's equally jade-white and flexible body. His silvery silk-like hair and fluffy black curly hair are intertwined.

The young man was very frightened, and kept trembling under him, his nose was red, and there was a sparkle in his eyes, which slipped and wet his temples, leaving a long water mark on his fair face.

The man raised his hand, wiped the tear stain with his thumb, kissed him, coaxed him, then pulled the quilt next to him and covered the two of them.

When the warm quilt completely cut off the cold air outside, the boy's body finally stopped shaking. He blinked his tear-wet eyelashes, opened and closed his red lips and whispered the man's name.

"Yanyan..."

Then it was sealed by the kiss again, the back of her supple head resting on the pillow, passively inhaling the initial light aroma of wine.

As the other party got closer, the fragrance became more intense, with an intoxicating temperature, which made his cheeks blush.

……

There was a sudden interruption at the end, and Ruan Yan's body sank to a halt when the boy's crying sounded in his ear.

He raised his pale gold eyes and saw the helpless tearful eyes of the boy he loved. He was very obedient, even though the black eyes were full of fear, he didn't struggle or push back. Her lips tremblingly pursed together: "Yanyan..."

The whole world of the little boy is him, looking at him, and shouting his name.

Ignorance, purity, fear, fear, and... attachment.

Like a kitten with silky fur, delicate and clingy.

He was still too small, and his whole body was soft, as if a piece of flesh would fall off if he touched it casually, with a fragile and delicate feeling, his lips were biting the breath of milk, and his skin was tender enough to rub a red mark.

He handed over all the dominance to the man without any protection, and his pure black eyes were full of trust in him.

"Yanyan won't hurt Gungun~" The young man blinked his eyelashes, the strength in his eyes collapsed within two seconds, "But Yanyan made Gungun so painful..."

Then tears rolled out of the eye sockets, falling down continuously like golden beans that don't cost money, some splashed on the quilt, some splashed on the man's fingers on the side of his face, forming flowery watermarks.

From that jade white fingertip, it burned into the bottom of Ruan Yan's heart.

The current Gun Gun is still too immature, like an unripe melon, which will face the fate of being broken when it is still green.

The man's beautiful lips were pressed into a straight line in annoyance. He immediately got up, put on his clothes again, sat on the side of the bed, and wrapped the boy tightly with a quilt before he dared to take him into his arms.

This time, the heavy weight on his legs brought him no longer just that horrible uncontrollable desire, but a sense of comfort and satisfaction that made him want to sigh involuntarily.

Ruan Yan lowered her head, kissed the young man's red-hot eartips heavily, and then gently asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you afraid of me?"

"Afraid~" The young man's soft voice trembled, and he added with grievance: "It hurts."

Ruan Yan looked at him: "Haven't gone in yet."

The boy was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Ruan Yan lowered her head again, put her nose between his curly hair exuding the fragrance of bamboo leaves, sniffed, and rubbed: "Go away, I can wait."

The teenager seemed to understand and nodded: "Thank you, Yanyan~"

Ruan Yan smiled, reached out to grab the young green fingers, held them in the palm of his hand and squeezed gently: "Then Roll up, let's grow up quickly."

"Okay~" The beautiful boy raised his head, bent his eyes and leaned into his arms, smiling childishly.

Ruan Yan leaned over to kiss him, and he raised his head docilely and obediently, and accepted it with his fragrant and soft lips, his mouth was as sweet as honey.

That simple gesture made people feel reluctant to bully him too much.

kiss kiss...

With a lightness in his arms, the picture was reversed, and he returned to the golden cage roof.

This is waking up from a dream.

Turning his head to the side, he met a pair of round bright black eyes.

Yuan Gun, who didn't know when he woke up, was staring at him energetically.

Ruan Yan remembered the dream just now, and couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

Unexpectedly, the cub slapped him away with a bear paw, then retreated to a further place, standing still and looking at this side.

Ruan Yan raised her eyebrows, "Don't you know me?"

Yuan Gun stomped his feet, turned on the spouting mode, and started cursing.

Scolding and scolding, it is nothing more than bad flames, smelly flames, not let the Xiong family go out, and also occupy the small bed of the Xiong family, ah ah ah ah ah bad flame! !

Ruan Yan looked down, and saw that the flannel quilt was pressed under her body, crumpled and messed up.

He squinted his eyes and let Tuanzi's bright voice curse beside him. After the cub had finished scolding, he took out a pot of spiritual food milk from the space and put it on the ground: "Moisten the throat."

Yuan Gun's throat was indeed a little dry, so he leaned forward and drank heavily.

Ruan Yan tidied up its nest on the side and restored it to its original state.

Satisfied, Yuan Gun ran to the man's side, and rubbed his clothes with his milky mouth.

Seeing Ruan Yan's stiff expression, it felt refreshed.

The author has something to say:

There is always a gap between dreams and reality.

Hahahahahahahahaha~

I seem to be one more short, I will try to see if I can make up for it today~