After being scummed by four men

"Just tell me how you fell in love with those men." Fu Heisher said maliciously, just after he finished speaking, he saw the blond cursing his eyes red with anger, and then bit him hard on the chest.

He Zecheng's teeth, which had turned into a curse, also became extremely sharp, and immediately opened a hole in Fu Heisher's chest.

Fu Heisher still leisurely held the cursed blond waist, forcing him to sit on his lap, facing him face to face, without frowning or any fear because of the pain.

After He Zecheng became a curse, he became very fond of the negative emotions of human beings, and Fu Heisher's unwavering appearance made him hate this guy even more.

He Zecheng ignored him, and leaned against Fu Heisher Fu Heisher's bulging pectoral muscles with a stern face, thinking quickly about how to kill him completely.

Thinking about it, He Zecheng, who didn't need sleep at all, fell asleep slowly on Fu Heisher's body.

Fu Heisher had been casually waiting for He Zecheng to speak or respond, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement. When he lowered his head, he happened to see the obedient sleeping face with the blond curse leaning on him.

"The curse also needs to sleep?" Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows, and at the same time, he looked at the silent world of only the two of them, feeling a sense of emptiness and boredom in his heart.

Gradually, Fu Heisher felt a sore and drowsy feeling pouring out of his brain, which made him close his eyes involuntarily, and fell into darkness...

"I am a very humble person, and I am easily satisfied."

"Hmm..." He Ze's mother pushed open the door drunkenly, looked at the little son squatting at the door, glanced indifferently, and staggered upstairs.

My mother saw me today, but she hasn't hit me yet.Three-year-old He Zecheng looked at his mother's back timidly, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Today, it's not too bad.

"I don't need to be loved and sought after by everyone - I just need someone to love me, even if it's just pity."

"My parents won't let me play with you," the little boy holding the ball shook his head at He Zecheng, "They said that if you play with the cursed eye, you will be cursed."

"That's what my mother said."

"Father said that if I dare to play with you, I will not go home in the future, and I cannot bring the curse home."

"Grandpa said that if you had a disaster like this before, you should have been burned to death."

The children walked away slowly while talking in a hurry.

The six-year-old He Zecheng shivered and retracted the subconsciously held out arm, and lowered his head in inferiority.

clack... clack...

Tears kept dripping down, wet the ground under his feet.

"Xiao Cheng, what are you doing here?" A loving voice suddenly sounded behind He Zecheng.

"Grandpa Knotweed!" He Zecheng hurriedly wiped away his tears, quickly turned around and smiled at Knotweed Wasuke, and ran over.

"Please, please! Come, come! Please come into my lonely darkness and see me!"

"Ah!" He Zecheng lay on the lawn like a sacrificial lamb, and let out a cry of pain because he was bitten on the heart by the rope.

"You are mine now, you have to remember it in the future." Under the black night, the man with cold white skin and evil temperament ignored his resistance, slowly wiped the blood on his thin lips with his thumb, ignored his resistance, and turned to Apply it all to his lips.

Captured, possessed, eaten.He Zecheng stared at the man in a daze, chuckling lightly, then lowered his head again, and bit his heart.

"Being loved by such a god, thinking about, longing for, is something that a person like me can have?"

"Wait, Brother Wu!" He Zecheng stepped on Wujo Wu's leather shoes through a layer of thin cotton socks, and grabbed Wujo Wu's shoulder to try to avoid Wujo Wu's kiss.

"Ha——" He Zecheng stared at the dilapidated ceiling of the abandoned building, feeling Gojo Satoru's lingering kiss on his neck.

I can't go on like this anymore, since I can't let Junzi go, I can't just hang on to Brother Wu like this.

The legs wrapped in the apricot-colored stockings under He Zecheng jk's short skirt were trembling softly. Inside were the large hickey marks left in the dressing room in the morning, and now they were slightly stinging due to the friction of the fabric.

He Zecheng opened his mouth, wanting to say the words of breaking up cruelly, but Gojo Satoru eagerly leaned forward and kissed him.

"Don't say it, I won't let you say it!" Gojo Satoru's sticky words seemed to be coquettish, full of fear and grievance.

"Don't say it, please don't say it..." Gojo Satoru relaxed his strength and kissed him gently, watching his blue eyes broken and sad.

He Zecheng's light golden eyelashes trembled, but in the end he didn't stop him from untying his shirt, and let him kiss it.

"Is this how it feels to be held up and pampered? I'm playing tricks on him."

He Zecheng leaned on the mahogany table and swayed, looking at the canary in the cage beside him, his eyes were out of focus, his mouth was slightly open, and he couldn't help but sing along with the golden bird.

Knowing Xia Youjun's intentions, she deliberately refused to respond to him, enjoying his love with peace of mind, watching him suffer, and watching him fall into the vortex of lust for herself.

He Zecheng grabbed the tabletop with his left hand indiscriminately, and his right hand grabbed his calf which was lifted flexibly and put it on the side of his face. He plunged his fingertips into the skin and pressed out several cute dimples. His left leg barely touched the ground. There were jerks of tension and relaxation.

He Zecheng, pampered by Xia Youjie into a canary that can only cuddle up to him, has no way to leave this cage of love.

"Totally lost, my sad life."

He Zecheng's heart was crushed into pieces by the hand that inserted into the chest.

He Zecheng felt the approach of death, and his out-of-focus and hollow pupils stared at Yan Suo, at this man who must kill him because he loved him, and at his expression of extreme pain because he was dying.

He Zecheng let out a soft sigh as if relieved:

"Farewell, Junko, I will never fall in love with you again."

After speaking, he completely lost his voice.

Fu Heisher inexplicably entered He Zecheng's memory, with his hands in his pockets, watching He Zecheng's short life.

At the beginning, Fuheshier watched with a joking attitude, wanting to see how unlucky this fierce blond curse was, so that he could laugh at him when he woke up.

However, Fu Heisher regretted it as soon as he read the beginning.

So much alike, so much alike.

Fu Heisher stretched out his arm suddenly, trying to block the glass glass that He Zecheng's parents threw at He Zecheng's head with a smile, but the glass went straight through as if passing through the air, and hit the child's forehead, dripping The next swipe of dazzling red.

The despised "Heaven and Curse" with 0 spell power tries to protect the deprecated "Eye of the Curse".

But there is no way to interfere with this dream or memory at all.

Is it because it happened in the past that it cannot be changed?

That doesn't seem to be the case.Fu Heisher remembered that when he first entered here, he seemed to be seen by the young He Zecheng, but because of his indifference due to his banter, he seemed to be invisible again.

Probably because I gave up the right to interfere in the first place.

Damn, why is my luck always so bad!

The young He Zecheng walked home silently along the base of the wall, but was spotted by the children around and threw things at him.

He Zecheng had no choice but to continue walking, so he had to squat down and curl up silently, waiting for them to vent.

"Hey! Brats!" Fu Heisher yelled at the children, he frowned, tensed his arm muscles and stood in front of He Zecheng, trying to help him resist.

But it was completely useless, those things still hit the child curled up in a ball.

"Hey! You guys! Don't you care about your own children?" Fu Heisher shouted to the adults over there irritably.

The adults were chatting and laughing on the sidelines, without even looking at this side.

Fu Heisher clenched his fists. If... If he had chosen not to stand by from the beginning, would he be able to stop all this now?

Fu Heisher watched He Zecheng grow up in this helpless onlooker.

Watching him grow from a small group to a young boy, watching the slander tied to him because of his strange eyes, watching him go out and being cursed, beaten, scolded, and rejected, watching him return The family was once again cursed, beaten, scolded, and kicked out of the house.

Watching him grow up is suffering every day, and watching him being unable to intervene every day is regret.

It wasn't until He Zecheng's parents divorced and abandoned He Zecheng that Fu Heisher was reluctantly relieved.

Although I am very upset about the behavior of the scumbag parents abandoning their children, it is not bad that they are far away from He Zecheng.

However, He Zecheng's life soon changed again.

Makoto Kazawa falls in love with a girl who can change her body.

Yoshino Junpei skipped school after being bullied again.

Yoshino Junpei came to the cinema, wanting to watch his favorite movie and relax, but was disturbed by the three bad guys sitting at the back and couldn't watch it at all.

The sound of laughing and joking, talking and laughing out loud without restraint, the sound of music playing from the phone...

Yoshino Junpei frowned tightly, resting his hands on the armrest, trying his best to endure the noise from the three of them. Suddenly, he heard a soft male voice saying with a light and joyful voice:

"You guys, be polite."

In an instant, the air was silent, only the illusory and unreal dialogue between men and women on the screen remained.

Yoshino Junpei turned his head subconsciously, just in time to see a blue-haired man with criss-cross sutures all over his face.

The blue-haired man had a relaxed and innocent smile on his face. He squeezed the necks of these people one by one with each hand, and turned them into monsters with deformed heads in the next second.

The flickering light on the screen cast on his innocent and gloomy face, as if there were countless black mud-like malice sliding down his face slowly.

Yoshino Junpei was shocked, and was awed by this dazzling and delightful evil.

Seeing the back of the blue-haired man leaving unhurriedly, he gritted his teeth and quickly chased after him.

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The author has something to say:

Junpei! stop! !

Fu Heisher: Others rob wife is 1v1, but I am different, I am 1v