He stared back with obvious anger.

After a few seconds.

Fu Yuan lowered his eyes, bent his back as if he had no bones, and rested his head on the opponent's shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, Shicheng heard the other party say sullenly: "What's so fierce? Didn't kill anyone."

Shi Cheng instantly breathed a sigh of relief: "Then your knives and guns?"

"It didn't hit the nail on the head." Fu Yu'an's hair swept across his neck, making people shrink back involuntarily.

"I answered you, now it's you." Fu Yuan tilted his head, and gently pulled out the nail on the man's wrist, "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay." Shi Cheng said.

This degree of pain was just normal to him.

Fu Yu'an looked at the blood on his wrist, tore off his clothes and carefully packed them for him: "Can I ask a second question?"

The two are now sitting facing each other, looking at each other.

Seeing the countdown count down, Shicheng relaxed a lot: "Ask."

Fu Yu'an: "You really have nothing to tell me?"

Shi Cheng thought for a while: "I'm actually not arranged for you by the president."

Fu Yu'an looked indifferent: "I knew it a long time ago."

Shicheng: "Oh."

That's right, both of them have been pretending to be blind knowingly for so long.

After a while.

Shi Cheng: "Actually, there is a reason why I haven't contacted you for so long."

Fu Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at him.

This look seems to say: Are you fucking talking nonsense?

Time City: "..."

He was silent.

Fu Yuan tied a cloth strip on his wrist, and finally looked at him seriously: "It's gone?"

Shi Cheng racked his brains and shook his head in vain: "It's gone."

Fu Yu'an: "That's fine, I have it, let me say."

Shi Cheng thought of how miserable he has been all these years, and it took only 3 minutes to look at him again, so he indulged: "Say it, speak slowly."

Fu Yu'an suddenly asked: "Your name is Shi Cheng, you didn't lie to me, did you?"

Shi Cheng shook his head: "I didn't lie to you when I introduced myself in front of you."

It was so before, and it is still so now.

Shicheng didn't dare that he couldn't guarantee the authenticity of the current world, but at least he could guarantee that every time they get along, and everyone they face each other, is real.

Fu Yuan just laughed.

Shi Cheng looked inexplicable: "What are you laughing at..."

Before he could say anything, he was suddenly stopped by a warm breath, which turned into a slightly surprised gasp.

The temperature and breath belonging to someone has never been closer. Although it is only a cautious touch, it is obviously much stronger than the many times before when there is no wind.

Shi Cheng thought to himself, it should be winter now.

But why does it burn so hot?

His long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his eyes were a little out of place.

Surprised?

Not really, and there is even a bit of an "exactly so" thought.

He looked at someone's eyes tightly closed because of nervousness, and asked himself: Do you hate it?

Two seconds later, Shi Cheng lightly touched the back of someone's neck with his left hand, which was not yet stained with blood.

Soothe and squeeze gently.

[Time is up, congratulations——]

The system's emotionless voice resounded in the air again.

It repeated these words repeatedly, allowing the judge who had no personal feelings to criticize the lying "prisoner".

[Please judge to make a verdict. 】

The system held back for a long time, and finally just hastily made an ending sound.

And his judge and the "prisoner" are still close together in the ruins and the battlefield.

After the third urging sound, the judge finally staggered a little distance.

He opened his eyes, looked at the head buried in his neck and shoulders, and suddenly smiled: "The memory is back?"

Fu Yuan nodded.

The hairy head was itchy, but this time, it was not pushed away in disgust.

Shi Cheng asked, "When did you come back?"

Fu Yu'an: "Half a minute ago."

half a minute...

Shi Cheng pinched the back of the man's neck again: "Then what you mean is the same as what I understand?"

Fu Yu'an finally broke free from the image of the ostrich, his ears were still a little red, but his tone was very hooligan: "What do you think? Do it again?"

Shicheng sneered.

Fu Yu'an rubbed his nose: "I understand, when I see you..."

Shicheng: "Yes."

Fu Yu'an: "...About—ah?!"

His body was stiff, watching the other party suddenly approach.

The system's reminder sound was noisy, and the surrounding scene was still frozen at the moment when the ruins and gunpowder smoke were everywhere.

But the two people who are supposed to handle these things are arrogant.

It's obviously not a good time or a good place for kissing to happen now.

but……

After Fu Yu'an slowed down and closed his eyes, he was finally able to wrap his arms around Shi Cheng's thin waistline unabashedly.

The right time and place are all objective rhetoric, an excuse to play hooligans.

But for them, who cares?

The kiss that tasted so much ended abruptly, but it was not the end.

No one knows, and there is no need to communicate, they all know that the collision between their lips and teeth will not be so calm.

Once the bond is formed, it will only become more and more unclear as time goes by.

As for their relationship from the beginning, how did they develop to the present?

Tacit understanding, evenly matched, tit for tat... Maybe many similar words can be used to describe it.

After all, they were accomplices, even if they had never met before.

The author has something to say:

Benjiu finally came with a super long fat badge and a kiss! (pat chest

Old Fu: Ah!I'm stumped! OvO

Cheng Zai: Who is it? ==

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