After being scummed by four men

A blond young man who seemed to be asleep was put next to He Zecheng.

The young man's forehead was smooth and white, and the sutures were completely gone.

He lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, no heartbeat, no temperature, no breathing.

He has a beautiful face, dark golden hair gently pressed against his cheeks, his skin is moist and snowy, his water red lips are gently pressed like blooming roses, and the dim yellow light is shining on his scarlet robe. There are streaks of luster on it.

This is He Zecheng's original body.

However, He Zecheng's attention was not on his lost and recovered body, his eyes slowly opened wide, and with an indescribable emotion, he tried his best to see clearly every trace of the person in front of him.

A young man with cold white skin and an evil temperament was standing sideways at the door, with his head lowered and his thin lips tightly pursed, looking at the ground.

The young man's eyelids drooped slightly, and the tails of his eyes were lifted up. On his face, a kind of cold and habitual emotion was slowly flowing. The two braids hung down gently against his cheeks, and the long hair poured down from his back like splashing ink. , the tail of hair brushed gently around his waist.

All of this made He Zecheng so familiar.

The heart that was bitten hard in the park at the campus night festival, those "rewarded" lingering, the hands gently touching each other through the car window, the man who came back from the snowy night...

But He Zecheng couldn't forget that morning when he was planning to kill himself, the sun was shining gently and ignorantly on his skin, and the man's hand cruelly passed through his chest.

Love and hate are wrestling in his heart like entangled black and white pythons. He Zecheng has no idea what kind of mood he is in now, whether he loves or hates the person in front of him.

All he knew was that he was in his heart and eyes now.

Makoto He Ze still couldn't forget this man named "Junko Koizumi".

"Punko..." He Zecheng couldn't help shouting at him, his voice was hoarse, suppressing a deep longing.

But Yan Suo didn't respond to him, nor turned his head to look at him, he just said slowly in a low voice:

"Go back to your own body, I know you have a way."

"Why?" Makoto He Ze smiled, his light golden pupils shone, and he looked sad, broken and affectionate, "Junko, I need an answer."

"Don't ask me, brat," Yan Suo closed his eyes lightly, "Just do it."

However, He Zecheng was still relentless.

Yansuo slowly clenched his hands hanging under the wide sleeves. He was silent for a long time, and then took out a cube full of eyes from his sleeves - Prison Gate.

He Zecheng stopped talking all of a sudden, staring blankly at the things in his hand.

"Remember?" Ling Suo said lightly, "Then do it."

"Otherwise, if you... then no one can stop me anymore."

He Zecheng was stunned for a while, and then he felt a sore eye socket, tears rushed out of his eyes, he cried and laughed:

"You'd rather threaten me than answer me?"

Yan Suo turned his back, and urged in a low voice:

"……hurry up."

Lisuo is cautious by nature, he is always afraid of having long nights and dreams, and He Zecheng's persistent refusal to cooperate makes him always feel faintly restless and restless.

However, for some reason, He Zecheng behind him was silent for a while, but then said softly:

"You... what's your real name?"

Ryosuke was silent.

Letting He Zecheng see his real body is the result of his insanity, and the name is the shortest spell in the sense of spells, so Li Suo is reluctant to reveal his real name.

But the person who had been expected to return from the resurrection said:

"Tell me. Tell me, and I will listen to you."

Yansuo's breath became short of breath, he turned his back to He Zecheng, looked down at the bluestone bricks in the courtyard, tried to keep calm, and concealed his strange state at that moment.

In the end, he still opened his mouth and said in a low voice:

"Yusuo, my name."

Immediately afterwards, Yan Suo heard the person behind him read his name softly, and his heart beat faster for a while. This reckless feeling made him feel like a kid.

Before he could break free from the uncomfortable emotion, he heard another request from the person behind him.

"I want to look at you...can you come and tell me yourself?" the voice of the person behind him was soft and soft.

Don't be too over-the-top, too greedy.Yan Suo wanted to refuse so coldly.

Human beings are extremely greedy. Even if he meets He Zecheng's current requirements, there is no guarantee that he will not have other requirements.

Kesuo finally turned around, and the dark blue kimono on his body drew a slight arc in the air with his movements.

It's hard to refuse his approach, just like it's hard to keep him engraved in my heart.

Yan Suo's heart was pounding, and he slowly walked towards He Zecheng who was barely sitting on the bed...

And where is He Zecheng for a name?

He Zecheng really loves Yan Suo, and he was also troubled by not knowing his world, his real appearance, and his real name.

But now that he has the will to die, he doesn't care about a name.

No matter what this man's real name is, what his real appearance is.

He Zecheng loved Koizumi Junko purely and passionately when he was young, and this matter cannot be changed.

No matter how false this man is, He Zecheng once truly loved him.

Then why did He Zecheng ask for a name?

He Zecheng tried his best to restrain his gaze from looking at the prison gate in Rensuo's hand, his heart was beating violently, and he was almost holding his breath.

But he couldn't reveal the slightest flaw, because he was familiar with the rope and knew how cunning, ruthless and sensitive this man was.

He Zecheng tried his best to disguise himself, completely unaware that this strange young man who seemed to be approaching with a cold expression was also in a state of confusion in his heart, and he couldn't spare any extra thoughts to observe He Zecheng's abnormal state.

So He Zecheng succeeded, and he was tricked.

The Prison Gate Border, a special-grade curse object, is a living realm transformed by Monk Yuanxin after his death. Being inside, the spell power will be continuously weakened, while outside, a magician with strong enough spell power can forcibly split the Prison Gate Border.

As for He Zecheng, the miracle of incantations and the strength of the incantations are the best among them, and he can be regarded as a person favored by the heavens.

Using the last of his strength, He Zecheng tried his best to output the chaotic spell power all over his body, and hit the prison gate with lightning speed.

Other sorcerers can only split it at most, but He Zecheng can completely destroy it.

Lin Suo's expression became astonished. Among the fragments that exploded from the prison gate, he was shocked by the shock wave of the spell explosion and retreated a lot.

His reaction was ruthless and fast, and he who abandoned the prison gate in time did not get hurt himself.

Just looking at He Zecheng who fell limply, a burst of anger shot out from the bottom of his heart, making him stride forward, grabbing He Zecheng's skirt, and pulling him out of the soft mattress picked up.

The long-cherished wish of the millennium was ruined in one day, all because of his dizziness and carelessness.

The emotion that was beating like a passionate love that was about to be announced faded away, leaving only a coldness in his heart. He squeezed He Zecheng's neck with his hands, and then slowly exerted force...

He Zecheng looked at Li Suo's long and narrow eyes that suddenly became cold and menacing, the upturned eyes were full of sinisterness, his thin lips were pursed indifferently, and a faint killing intent permeated his body.

Li Suo really wanted to kill himself.

He Zecheng didn't know why, but laughed.

Send yourself to hell by your own devils?This ending seems to be good too.

He Zecheng was powerless to resist, and had no intention of resisting, he quietly looked at the face of Lisuo who was so angry that he lost his mind, the love deeply hidden in the light golden double pupils was like exploding stars, and Lisuo was swaying like fireworks. Scattered in front of my eyes.

The movement of the rope froze, and the fingertips slightly sank into the skin of He Zecheng's neck, and stopped.

Yes, just slightly sinking his fingertips, Ron Suo obviously felt that he was going crazy with anger, but he still couldn't attack him.

This feeling of uncontrollable will, the feeling of will hanging down for Makoto He Ze like a soft willow branch, is so familiar.

Yansuo pinched his neck and looked at him quietly, while He Zecheng also looked at Yansuo quietly with a kind of calm and enthusiasm before death.

In the end, Suo was the first to speak.

"Come back, I won't pursue your behavior any more when I come back." Ron Suo said this sentence lightly, this irrational sense of order made him angry and anxious.

He Zecheng was stunned.

From the reaction just now, he could probably know that he had probably completely destroyed the plan of Yansuo, so that Yansuo could have the killing intent on him.

Yan Suo is a ruthless man, and he was able to kill himself in order to win his technique back then. This kind of behavior made him look very strange.

The guess in He Zecheng's heart that he didn't dare to look forward to slowly grew vigorously like grass seeds breaking through the ground in spring.

"Why?" He Zecheng looked at him with sparkling eyes, a piece of fine stars lingering in the spring water, his voice was soft, echoing in the ears of Suo like the long reverberation under the long bridge.

He Suo didn't answer, but his narrow eyes were like a dark river pouring down, dripping into the center of He Zecheng's eyes.

"Say it, I want to hear it." He Zecheng said softly.

"You!" Yan Suo felt a net, or the net he wove, this white net was so strong, it covered the sky and covered the sky, and it trapped his heart all at once.

And this netbook was prepared for He Zecheng.

Cocoon yourself?Yansuo looked down at He Zecheng's tender face that he hadn't seen for a long time, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

It doesn't matter, if you are in a cocoon...then let's be in a cocoon.

Yan Suo slowly lowered his head, held his petal-like lips, and said in a low voice:

"I lost to you, brat."

"Let the devil sink into lust, and you can taste your own sin."

He Zecheng felt the fiery rain falling on his body, neck, waist, abdomen, arms and legs, no place was untouched, but he felt hopelessly full of satisfaction filling his heart.

The blond boy by the window that evening, the malicious girl with hair in the evening, the causal chain of fate that cannot be escaped, this is the fateful love that He Zecheng and Yusuo possessed each other full of darkness.

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That's all brain teasing? (scratching head