After being scummed by four men

Under the moonlit night, a handsome young man with long hair hanging loose hugged a young man with fair face and golden pupils. A carved plain lamp was burning on the ground beside him, and its dim candle shadow was swaying in the wind.

The fronts of the two were wide open, revealing their sweaty chests. Their clothes were half-faded and hung on their arms. Looking at each other.

Lin Suo pinched He Zecheng's chin with his slender fingers, looked at him quietly with downcast eyes, and stroked his skin.

He Zecheng's pupils lifted slightly, looking at him, trembling, a rose slowly grew out from his back that was climbing the rope with his back facing the moonlight.

The fingers rubbing his chin paused suddenly, and then pinched his neck.

He Zecheng's heart tightened, and he stared fixedly at Yan Suo's cold, star-like eyes with upturned tails, his heart beating wildly.

"You want to kill me?" Yan Suo squinted his eyes, looked at him, and raised his chin slightly.

The hand he placed on He Zecheng's neck was very gentle, and He Zecheng felt a threat of being bitten on his neck, making him dare not move, just looking at the rope quietly, without saying a word.

"Want to know how I know?" The corners of Yan Suo's lips curled up, with a hint of sinister in his eyes, and his half-closed eyelids made his eyes dim.

He Zecheng remained silent, his breath became short of breath, and he already had a little understanding of how Li Suo had discovered it.

"It's too tender, I can't even restrain my murderous intent." Yan Suo said in a soft voice, as if he was sighing, but also mocking.

The rose growing out of He Zecheng's palm trembled, and the trembling became more and more violent.

"So? Are you going to kill me?" He Zecheng said softly, looking up at him, his eyes seemed to be looking at a very distant person, or looking at a lover with whom he was in love .

"Kill you?" Yan Suo smiled, he slowly tilted his head, looked at him expressionlessly, and then said coldly, "No, I will punish you."

You actually wanted to kill me for another man!Makoto He Ze! !

He Zecheng shook his head in fear, but couldn't speak. He could only let himself be lifted up by a pair of strong hands, and then put down mercilessly, making him grasp the broad back of the rope for a moment, helplessly cried out.

"Let all the good people not have to suffer because of their lack of talent, screen out all the wicked and deprive them of the chance to survive." Looking at He Zecheng's sweaty skin, Li Suo said solemnly, "You should have agreed with me Makoto Kazawa! You should have agreed with me!"

"No! I will never agree with you! Suso!" He Zecheng gasped with tears in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Too many people will die! And we are not gods. It's too arrogant to be less than truly fair!"

"Those who die deserve to die!" Li Suo hugged him fiercely, and listened to his screams, and said in a deep voice, "No change is bloodless!"

"You bastard!" He Zecheng pushed his chest helplessly with red eyes, crying and scolding him, "That's just your own justice!"

"'Long Suo', they named me 'Long Suo', isn't that what they expect?" Ling Suo smiled coldly, "I hope that I will help the poor and save all living beings from the suffering of samsara, and I will do it. Are you dissatisfied with something else?"

He Zecheng was firmly encircled by the arms of the rope, and his waist was already soft enough for him to fiddle with. The crystal waterline slipped from the corner of his mouth, and his light golden double pupils were out of focus, and he was speechless. .

Yan Suo didn't force his answer, but just grabbed his neck fiercely and dragged him to hell...

"You still want to kill me." Ron Suo glanced over the blush trailing at the end of his eyes, red and swollen lips, pink cheeks, and sweat-drenched blond hair, and finally fell back on his light golden double pupils, muttering Repeated as if, "You still want to kill me."

He Zecheng twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled shallowly and bitterly, and said hoarsely:

"So? Are you going to kill me?"

The cold moonlight sprinkled on the broad back of the rope, and the cold white skin glowed with water. A coquettish and bloody double flower followed the curve of his muscles and gently stuck to the back of his heart.

Yan Suo's long and narrow eyes were half closed, and he looked at him quietly for a while, then lowered his head, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Yan Suo said to He Zecheng word by word with the kind of oath that seemed to be an eternal promise:

"No, I will never do anything to you again."

From the moment the real person was expelled by He Zecheng, Yan Suo understood that he could no longer choose to kill Xia Youjie and then absorb the real person. This way to complete his great cause, he only had one choice, He Zecheng.

However, when he got the news from his subordinates, He Zecheng was resurrected, and he was in Gaozhuan.

This news made Lin Suo uncontrollably excited and looking forward to it.

The torment and torture of killing his lover with his own hands, and the chance of his lover's resurrection is in front of him, which made Ling Suo dazzled.

Yan Suo insisted on going his own way and wishful thinking that if He Zecheng was brought back, based on the friendship between them, He Zecheng would definitely stand by his side.

After all, He Zecheng has always listened to himself like this.

But now everything has changed, He Zecheng would rather kill him than stand with him.

Lisuo couldn't get the support of He Zecheng, couldn't get his magic formula, and completely lost the opportunity to complete the great cause.

The long-cherished wish of a thousand years was destroyed in one day.

This didn't seem like a stupid thing that Ron Suo, who had been cautious for thousands of years, would do.

Maybe it's because he regretted it. The moment he saw his lover die in his arms, his always pure and clear double pupils turned gray and became as useless as a pair of frosted glass balls. After the vitality.

Lin Suo regretted it, he loved He Zecheng far more than he imagined, and loved the little devil in his arms even more.

That's why he tried every means to get him back, even at the expense of destroying his long-cherished wish that he had been obsessed with for thousands of years.

Miss him, want to see him, want him, never want to be separated from him, never want him to be sad again.

So he said:

"Do it, He Zecheng, if this is your wish."

He Zecheng looked at him blankly, watched the braids on both sides of his cheeks drooping, and looked at his face calmly:

"Go ahead."

He Zecheng's fingers on the shoulders of He Zecheng shrank as if they were being pricked by needles. He burst into tears and cried out:

"Zuo Suo!"

Li Suo didn't say a word, but just stroked his cheek with his fingers, and gently wiped his tears away, but this made He Zecheng cry even harder.

"Yusuo, Junko, can you, can you stop continuing," He Zecheng looked at him with tears in his eyes with a trace of luck, and pleaded intermittently, "Please! Junko! I need you !"

Yan Suo just looked at him quietly, rubbing his fingers lightly at the corners of his eyes, as if he had infinite nostalgia.

Lisuo couldn't agree to He Zecheng, he couldn't stop trying to realize his great career ideal.

How long does it take a person to form a habit?

The shortest is about 20 days, usually two months.

You only need to do the same thing continuously in these 20 days, or two months, to form a habit smoothly.

But what if this time limit is changed, and 20 days or two months are replaced by nearly a thousand years?

How terrible is a habit that has taken nearly a thousand years to form?

It will seep into your bone marrow, blend into your flesh and blood, run through your life, and completely become a part of you.

That's the way it is, he has no other choice.

As long as he is still alive, the pursuit of great cause is as natural as breathing, drinking water and eating, and it is a conditioned reflex like opening his eyes first thing after waking up.

Yan Suo couldn't stop at all, he was destined to stand on the opposite side of He Zecheng, this lover who wanted to be his enemy no matter what.

He Zecheng looked at Yan Suo's silent urging, and it was difficult to breathe.

He couldn't help grabbing his heart with one hand, he felt that his heart seemed to be grabbed by a rope again, and he was once again facing the situation of being pinched and shattered.

"I'm in so much pain, Junko, I'm in so much pain..." He Zecheng looked at Yusuo pleadingly, trying to soften his heart, but he only saw the faintly doting lightness hidden in the corners of his eyes and brows laugh.

Yan Suo's lips moved, slightly curled up, and he said softly:

"Six years ago, I got the magic tool Prison Gate, do you know what it is used for?"

He Zecheng shook his head in despair, there was a voice in his heart, but it told him clearly——

This is a permanent prison for Wujo Satoru.

"You're always so smart, you must have guessed it, right." Ron Suo stroked his hair and said with a light smile, "So, do it, for others, do it to me."

"Kill me, He Zecheng."

He Zecheng's light golden pupils trembled violently in their sockets for a long time, and then slowly stopped.

Yansuo quietly watched his changes, waited quietly, and then felt the skin in the back of his heart was pierced as he expected, followed by the sharp pain of the pierced heart.

A dark green vine pierced his cold white chest with bloodstains.

Yan Suo was already struggling to breathe, he tried his best to support his head, and looked at He Zecheng with nostalgia, but saw him looking at him with a smile on his face.

The smile was extremely shallow, with a relief that he couldn't understand, and then his eyes widened in the next second, and something unexpected happened to him.

He Zecheng smiled, allowing the vine that passed through the chest of the rope to pass through his own chest.

"Uh——" A line of blood flowed from the corner of He Zecheng's mouth, and then he moved his body with difficulty, and snuggled into the arms of Yansuo nostalgicly.

"Junko, I'll be with you, together," He Zecheng said softly, feeling the rapid loss of body temperature of both of them, with a trembling voice, "I won't leave you alone."

Yan Suo was silent for a while, the corners of his lips slowly curled up, and finally his smile grew bigger and bigger. He raised his increasingly stiff arms to embrace He Zecheng, his long and narrow eyes widened, and he smiled triumphantly and wildly:

"Little devil, let's die together today."

"However, kid, you still missed a little bit, my spell, and your body as a magician." Seeing the person in his arms raised his head, he looked at himself with difficulty, and said with a light smile, "We'd better die in the fire."

"...Okay." He Zecheng also smiled lightly, his eyelashes trembling, and then with a kind of charming affection in his eyes, he said softly to Lin Suo, "Kiss me, Junko, hold me tight."

Lisuo rubbed his cheek gently, looked at him quietly for a while, lowered his head, and kissed the lips of the blond young man who closed his eyes gently and raised his head to kiss him.

He Zecheng nestled in the arms of Yansuo, and the two of them were soon soaked by the blue lake water that gradually accumulated on the ground. A pair of jade hands stretched out from the void, holding a round of black sun rising slowly, and then It was a black rainstorm.

He Zecheng closed his eyes, curled up his fingers on the chest of the rope, and endured the severe pain of the burning soul.

He is the master of this domain, Black Flame burns him slower than Lisuo, and Lisuo's burns are worse, but he keeps silent as if he is used to it, and always hugs him lightly, even half of his body is almost melted Black embers.

He Zecheng frowned slowly, showing a bitter smile. He felt that the pain in his heart seemed to far outweigh the pain in his body, making him even more miserable and unbearable.

At this time, he suddenly heard someone behind him calling his name anxiously:

"Sincere!"

He Zecheng subconsciously turned his head back with difficulty. In the hazy black firelight, he saw a tall young man with an unruly face and a scar on the corner of his mouth. Regardless of the burns all over his body, he forced his way into the sea of ​​flames anxiously.

"What?" He Zecheng murmured in disbelief.

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