After awakening the evil god, it was marked

The tall and slender figure suddenly swelled, and an explosion came without warning, and thick black smoke instantly blocked the door tightly.

The whole room was plunged into suffocating darkness.

Yan Zhijin heard the sound of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Even though his brain is already struggling to function, his instinct is still conscientiously reminding him: Run away, if you don't run away, it will be too late.

but--

He can't move.

The fingers were smeared with sticky sweat, and it was difficult to separate them, and even the movement of bending the fingers became extremely stiff.The legs were so heavy that they seemed to be nailed to the chair, and the bones in the back were removed, so they could only maintain their original posture limply.

The sound of the rustling snake's tail dragging the ground was dragged even longer in the dark night.A cool and slippery touch rubbed his cheek affectionately.

Yan Zhijin was sweating cold all over his body.

He could feel the cool touch from his cheeks to the back of his neck, smelling the rich aroma in the air with his wet letter.The slender and powerful snake-tailed iron chain generally wound up from the ankle, and bound him round and round, binding him into a corpse buried under the pyramid.

The snake didn't use too much force, and was even gentler than usual, but even so, Yan Zhijin couldn't break free.

He barely supported it, and ordered as usual: "Release."

The snake tilted its head, and whispered into his ear.

For a moment, Yan Zhijin felt that the snake was smiling at him playfully.

Because of the heat, he had already taken off only his shirt, and when the snake arched, the neckline turned to the side.

The snake bit the collar, pushed it aside, and buried its head on the back of his neck, exhaling lightly against the extraordinarily hot soft flesh with its cold kiss.

Yan Zhijin quickly realized his purpose.

The taste of pheromone and nutrient solution is generally the same, even sweeter.For snakes, this is simply a feast that has never been experienced before.

It is "hungry".

"Stop, that's not your food." Yan Zhijin shook his head slightly, and bit the scab on his lips again, "And you already ate yesterday."

The snake turned a deaf ear to his reminder and continued to greedily suck the aroma in the air.

It spits out the letter quickly, rolls it up, stuffs the sweet breath into the storage place, tastes it slowly, and repeats it back and forth.

Its muscles tense and tremble with the excitement of the spirit, twisting the fresh "food" until the bones crackle.

"Stop!" Yan Zhijin snapped.His voice was louder than before, sharp and shrill, like a dying nightingale.

The snake's movements paused.

Yan Zhijin felt that it was watching him in the dark.

Its eyes should be the kind of vertical pupils, and the pupils that are too narrow show the ruthlessness and indifference of a cold-blooded killer.

Now, in those eyes, there should still be the addiction and desire of a carnivore to see flesh and blood.

It moved its head away from the back of Yan Zhijin's neck, suspended it at a height of two or three centimeters, and sprayed its icy cold breath gently on his skin, as if waiting for him to speak.

Yan Zhijin let out a deep breath, and said in a calm tone as much as usual: "The nutrient solution is on the second floor, I'll help you—"

His voice stopped abruptly, and there was a desperate and short breath deep in his throat.

The snake opened its mouth, revealing its fangs, elegantly and ruthlessly, piercing the fangs deeply into the gland.

With the injection of liquid, a current-like stimulation flew from the back of the neck to all the limbs.

He couldn't help but tremble all over.

Only the moment when the fangs pierced the skin felt pain, followed by a sore, numb pain, and the limbs became especially heavy, as if they had no longer been instructed by the brain.

He seemed to be lifted up by a cloud, his body was floating, his consciousness gradually drifted away, and he could only hear the "hissing" sound of She Xinzi.

The snake loosened its shackles, bit the back collar of his shirt, and dragged him to the ground.

His hand dropped to the cold marble floor and bumped against the table leg.

His fingers flicked instinctively, trying to grab the table leg and resist the dragging state.But he couldn't even do a simple grasp, the strength of his whole body was removed, like a cotton-filled doll, he could only let the back of his hand hit the hard table leg with inertia.

His hand hit the table with a "bang".

The snake stopped, swam to his hand, looked down carefully, rubbed the bumped place on the back of his hand with its tail, and then continued to drag him.

I was a little more careful this time, and didn't let him hit anything.

Yan Zhijin looked at the pitch-black ceiling without blinking his eyes.

The snake probably injected him with venom.He didn't know what the effect of the venom was—snakes had never used venom before, but he knew it was a neurotoxin.

He couldn't concentrate, couldn't control his limbs, and could only think about things aimlessly.

From the appearance point of view, the snake should be a relative of various snakes in the Cobra family. He can't clearly perceive the condition of the wound now, but it should not be a simple neurotoxin.

Powerful amount of toxicity and detox, without serum, probably dead within an hour.He can struggle a bit and wait for Fang Mian to rescue him.

Or, before Fang Mian arrived, he had already left this world.

He thought of the mice and frogs that died in the experiment.

What does it feel like when they slam into the wall uncontrollably?

He thought that there was no difference between him and those little white mice in essence, they were just ants lingering in front of the supreme power.

Until today, he really felt the terror of the snake.

This is not a power that humans can match.

The snake wanted to kill him as easily as he trampled an ant to death.

When will he die?

The snake seemed to drag him to a soft place, let him lie flat, pecked at his cheek, and then tossed something around him.

Yan Zhijin stared blankly at the ceiling.

This position was much more comfortable than the curled up state before, and he actually felt a slight recovery of his physical strength.

He curled his fingers and blinked again.

The meager control over the limbs evokes a nearly extinguished desire to survive.

He covered his palms with dry and smooth snake scales, and tried to tilt his head.

The snake stopped what it was doing and lay down beside him, looking at him tenderly.

Yan Zhijin shook his head at the snake, hoping to calm it down in this way.

The snake tapped the tip of his nose with the tip of its tongue, and then went back to its work.

"...be obedient." He let out a long breath, leaned his face against the scales of the snake, folded his arms loosely, and embraced the snake in a dependent posture.

The snake stopped moving.

The tip of its tail patted Yan Zhijin's calf anxiously, and as if afraid of hurting him, it patted the sofa next to it instead.

"Don't move around." Yan Zhijin stroked the snake's scales and muttered to himself, using the usual method to calm the snake's emotions, "I'll get you the nutrient solution soon. Wait a little longer."

The snake's body fluctuated heavily with the frequency of breathing, and finally, it turned Yan Zhijin's side with its tail, and the tail quickly and tightly wrapped around his ankles to his chest.

The pressure in his chest made his voice intermittent: "Stop...your strength..."

His words stopped abruptly.

The snake letter hangs a few centimeters above his neck, patrolling his territory.

He finally knew what the snake had been doing all along.

The snake was measuring his height with its tail.

This action may be unfamiliar to ordinary people, but Yan Zhijin thought of what it was going to do almost instantly.

This is what snakes do before mating|mating.

It wants to confirm the length of the "female snake".

The sense of control of the body seems to be back in the hands, but the ardent feeling of coming back is a hundred times more violent than before.It seems that any tiny stimulus will expand into a catastrophe.

Want... water.Want to touch those cold ice cubes that won't melt.

Want to be bitten.

Sharp fangs swirl around the gland.

His remaining sanity is still struggling: "Wait... no."

The snake raised its head high, and mercilessly injected more venom into his body.

Yan Zhijin's mind went blank, and he completely lost the ability to think at that moment.

His body, too, was dominated by that pursuit of pleasure.

He pictured the dead female king cobra in his mind.

Female snakes that refuse courtship will be bitten to death by male snakes and then devoured.

The snake turned him upside down a few times, as if he couldn't find a suitable posture, and finally let out a cold snort of dissatisfaction, turning into a cloud of black mist.

Out of the black mist stretched out a pair of pale, bony hands that belonged to a man.

A handsome and sullen young man emerged from the mist.Its complexion was sickly pale, and its sharp vertical pupils were arrogant and graceful, like some dangerous animal that lived in the shadows.

He kissed the out-of-focus eyes and said:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

***

Fang Mian stood in front of the research institute in a daze.

The tall building is wrapped in nameless black mist, and its original appearance cannot be seen, as if the night opened its huge mouth and swallowed it in this space.

The inhibitor in his hand fell to the ground.

"This is... a miracle?"

***

Yan Zhijin had a very long dream.

He dreamed that he was back in the unfinished nightmare of January.

The thick black fog engulfed him, penetrated into his body from between the lips and teeth, and expanded the territory in his body wantonly.

The heart was beating violently, almost jumping out of the chest cavity.

In the end, he was completely devoured.

They blend together.

Yan Zhijin opened his eyes suddenly and sat up.

A tearing pain came from behind him, causing him to frown.

Warm yellow light enveloped the room, vaguely reflecting the people sitting at the desk.

It should be a man, wearing a white coat and black shirt, with a shining silver tie.He was sitting lazily, looking down at something.

He may be looking at something interesting, and a suppressed and pleasant smile escapes from his lips from time to time.

Yan Zhijin fumbled for his glasses.

As soon as he sat up, the coat covering his body slipped onto his legs, revealing the snow-white skin and bruises underneath.

"Are you awake?" The man put down the document in his hand, raised his face, and smiled slightly wickedly, "My love."

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