heavy fog

Twilight.

The morning of Deep Blue Star is always like this. Immersed in thick gray and white fog, there is not much sunlight at all. Deep Blue Star uses the brightness of city lights to distinguish day from night.

Especially in the restricted area where the prime minister's official residence and the Deep Blue Palace are located, the lights here can even disperse the fog, giving the entire square a panoramic view. This is a rare "clear" view on the surface of the Deep Blue Star.

However, too bright lights will also provoke protests from the royal family and nobles. Princess Jessica once complained that she could not hold a romantic ball on the terrace at night, so every night, 80.00% of the lights around the square will be turned off to let the fog flow in. , resulting in the hazy effect of standing on the balcony as if facing the sea of ​​clouds, which happens to be energy-saving.

As for the security alert?In this era, there are detectors and spectrometers to scan, and no patrol team uses their eyes to catch suspicious persons.

Dazzling light came in from the gap in the curtains, and Wen Luan opened his eyes in a daze.

——Although the bed board is a little hard, and the pillow feels a little strange, but it is indeed the unique four-poster bed of Deep Blue Star with a curved vault, black and gray wood, and dark green bed curtains, looking cold and ordinary.

Did Syer hijack a bed?

Wen Luan didn't wake up, and his memory stayed in the most exciting experience before. He subconsciously called Seir, wanting to ask how far it was to the Deep Blue Star. Resting in the mecha spaceship, he was always uneasy...

and many more!

It suddenly occurred to Wen Luan that he seemed to have come back yesterday, and that Xier had been brutally molested by Asmodeus, so he beat the succubus to vent his anger, and finally...

"Boom!"

Wen Luan's angry kick missed the culprit, but hit the bedpost instead, causing him to gasp in pain.

Wen Luan could endure the bruises caused by rolling on the ground, but the muscles and bones in the waist where he raised his legs were stiff, sore and painful, and he couldn't even touch them—this was worse than his previous limbs and joints. It's even worse when it breaks, and you can't move it if you want to.

Being so noisy, of course the people next to him woke up too.

Stretching out his hand, he moved the furious Wen Luan into his arms, the smooth golden hair flowing on the skin of the two hugging each other, a little itchy.

"Rest for a while... There will be nothing wrong with the Dark Council for the time being." Cyrus murmured vaguely in Wen Luan's ear.

The lure of the bass made Wen Luan tremble.

The familiar breath, the distance without any gaps, Cyrus' steady breathing by the ear, the back completely exposed in front of Wen Luan's eyes, his thin body can only feel the thin tense muscles, and the arc of the tailbone is submerged in the quilt , Through the quilt, you can see the slender legs relaxed and separated.

The right calf was exposed, the complexion was pale, and the ankle was hanging by the bed.

Wen Luan was defeated by himself - and then he felt the extremely embarrassing fact, the trouble that every man will encounter when he wakes up in the morning.Wen Luan groaned with a splitting headache, stared blankly at the top of the bed and recalled last night, no, no, what did they do since noon yesterday.

Complimentary body roll cleaning hallway plus bedroom floor once OTZ

"Dining" and discussing for a few minutes the demon blood clan lurking in the deep blue star...

Then because there was something to eat and touch, Wen Luan was so exhausted that he didn't want to move, so he reluctantly let Cyrus come on it once.To be fair, someone's technique was much better this time, the expansion was in place, and Wen Luan didn't feel much pain when he entered.

Since this is a sexual intercourse that violates normal physiology, even if it doesn't hurt, it will still be uncomfortable.

And because she hadn't done it for a while, Wen Luan was not used to it, so she endured and decided to settle the score with Cyrus the next day when she woke up the next day, and came back under pressure, so she waited listlessly for the non-heavy collision.

Wen Luan couldn't believe that Cyrus could go on without any reaction.

It must come once in a hurry, and it will be over.

As a result, the situation didn't develop as Wen Luan thought, and Cyrus didn't plan to end it soon at all. He lay down on his side and embraced Wen Luan's shoulders from behind in the posture of going deep into Wen Luan's body.

A fine kiss, extending from the shoulder blades to the back of the neck.

The other hand was not idle either, first hovering over Wen Luan's chest, and then gradually lowering it ambiguously, Wen Luan was finally so teased that he struggled to avoid it.

The two moved, and the fiery feeling deeply buried in the corridor became more obvious.

After Wen Luan tossed and tossed a few times, the discomfort of soreness quickly subsided, and he simply followed the stimulation and pleasure in a dizzy way, cursing in his heart that he shouldn't hit someone when he entered the door, wasting his energy in vain, at least pressing on the I beat him in another way on the bed, so I won't be so passive now.

In the end, Cyrus did it a few times, but Wen Luan didn't remember it at all.

Probably after one of the releases, Wen Luan was exhausted and fell asleep. Now the stiff waist, twitching inner thighs, and knees that cannot be closed all prove how violently they tossed and tossed on this bed yesterday.

Wen Luan secretly thought, how good is his physical fitness, after such an unrestrained night, can he still respond this morning?Before eating the nightmare, it seems to have happened three times. Could it be that he didn't come back happily after yesterday?Wen Luan glared fiercely at the dream demon who was hugging him, sleeping with his head on his shoulder.

But soon Wen Luan knew that he had made a mistake.

After being dominated by anger, Wen Luan's energetic part quickly subdued, which clearly proved that bad thoughts had entered his head just now, and his body reluctantly cooperated.

Wen Luan struggled to pull Cyrus' arm away, and struggled to get up from the bed, not daring to use his waist strength at all.

There is no mirror in the room, but the wall lamp is an ordinary transparent ball. Wen Luan has good eyes, and he can clearly see his shadow: gray lips, blue under the eye sockets, and unhealthy redness on his cheeks.

Excessive indulgence.

Wen Luan was so angry that he picked up the quilt and kicked it under the bed.

"Get up!" Grabbing a handful of someone's blond hair and roughly brushing away the loose strands, he suddenly found that there was no bad look on that face except for the scars from Wen Luan's beating yesterday.

Cyrus narrowed his eyes suspiciously, everyone could see that he was refreshed and had a good night.

"How many times?" Wen Luan approached fiercely and asked.

"Ok?"

Wen Luan grabbed Cyrus by the neck: "Be serious!"

"Once..." Cyrus said in a hoarse voice, stretched out his arms and pressed on Wen Luan's back, causing the other party's legs to fall into his arms again.

"Well, plus once in the bathroom while cleaning up, once in the middle of the night, and then having to take you to the bathroom..."

"Are you trying to kill your old enemy directly?" Wen Luan was furious, his knees were so weak that he couldn't even use his strength.

Cyrus stroked Wen Luan's back without any effort to suppress it, and he didn't worry about someone running away.

"I'm a succubus." Cyrus whispered in Wen Luan's ear.

Wen Luan shuddered abruptly.

He remembered sadly, like why he reacted when he met Cyrus for the first time, and he still reacted when he saw him at a close distance. Demons are demons that devour desires and desires, just like tapirs can make human nightmares more realistic and frightening when they become vicious, dream demons can also involuntarily trigger the prey's greed, wealth, jealousy, and desires, all of which are lacking.

Any pair of old enemies has the beginning of feud.

The succubi is not a dead house from the beginning, it is also a guerrilla, and human beings are everywhere, with various desires.Just enter a human's dream and eat it.

As a result, it once met a tapir in a money-grubbing dream.

For the first time, the tapir saw a species that also existed in the dream. It was very cautious, carefully controlled the dream, and replaced the dreamer. When the phantom separated by the succubus came to enjoy the prey, the tapir suddenly swallowed it in one gulp.

The succubus was taken aback, and hurried over to check on this unknown creature, but the tapir found that this enemy was nothing special, so the succubus fled in embarrassment and decided to pay attention to the prey next time.

The second time tapir was lurking and observing for a long time, and then hid in the dream of a young man who was deeply confused and full of desires. He successfully waited for a succubus phantom, and before the other party started to eat, he suddenly turned his face and ate the succubus first... With such bad luck, the succubi encountered countless times, and he no longer dared to go directly to the dream, change into various forms, and create various illusions to lure human beings.

In this way, the succubus was forced to change its hunting habits to construct a real dream, waiting for the passing humans to throw themselves into the net. Because wandering and hunting are not safe, the idea of ​​​​constructing a fortress domain is absolutely correct.

But the old enemy didn't get rid of him, and tapir continued to look for him.

After so many years of tossing around, Wen Luan himself has forgotten that the succubus has the ability to seduce humans. "Wen Luan" is a human being, and the worst thing is the soul tapir. During that time, squatting and waiting for the succubus to come to the door also cultivated the feeling Seeing the existence of the succubi, all kinds of desires emerge, and it is short of marking the sign "here, here, come quickly" on the head.

According to the words of the East, this is really the turn of feng shui, and yesterday's cheating results in today's unlucky main cause.

Wen Luan broke away from someone, lay down beside him, listlessly in a daze.

When a pair of hands touched his lower back, he didn't respond at all, and then felt the stiff and sore place gradually loosen by rubbing, Wen Luan pretended to be dead and couldn't go on, grinning in pain: "Take it easy, my waist."

"Don't move..." Cyrus slipped his finger, almost under the hip bone.

He really wanted to do it again, but looking at Wen Luan, unless he wanted the old enemy he had finally captured to run away again, it would be better to endure it.

There were red spots all over his bare back.

Some of them were hickey marks, but there were more blue and purple spots, which were caused by beating someone on the floor yesterday.

Because Wen Luan had a crack in his elbow, Cyrus took good care of it last night, so Wen Luan raised his arm today with only a little sore joint and no other problems.

There was a slight bite mark on the tailbone, Wen Luan felt for something wrong, and immediately glared at someone fiercely.

As a result, when he turned around, he found that Cyrus, who was massaging and kneading his muscles seriously, actually had his eyes half-closed, with a very relaxed expression, and he was suddenly upset.

Of course Wen Luan didn't know, Cyrus saw the marks left by last night and the red skin on the buttocks, so he decisively decided to close his eyes.Cyrus didn't want to be beaten completely invisible by Wen Luan.

Half an hour later, Wen Luan fell asleep comfortably and tiredly.

Cyrus pulled the quilt back over him, dressed himself and left.

In the corridor outside the bedroom door, he carefully checked the defense sensor device that Wen Luan smashed yesterday, and adjusted the defense settings back to what they should be. Otherwise, Wen Luan wanted to beat him up safely. The automatic defense device here is the first One fires.

"Good morning, Lord Cyrus."

In the office outside the corridor, the black-armored knight stood at attention perfectly and saluted him.

Following him was Seir, in the form of a three-meter-tall gun-wielding knight, but he was not as serious as Andos. The electronic eyes flashed black, obviously scanning Cyrus with the eyes of reality.

"Strange, it was Cyrus who came out, why was he still beaten so badly, could it be that the master was even worse?" Sier muttered.

Andos looked at Sil silently.

Syer understands the relationship between Cyrus and Wen Luan, but it only understands. For example, it is impossible to know the gesture of rolling the sheets, and Asmodeus' dirty jokes to it probably won't be effective, because there are many hidden words in it. Syer has not been activated here.

For example, "I can't get up", Shier will plausibly say to the database, it's impossible, so many knights are dating the noble lady in Moonlight Garden, so many adventurers are fighting with female elves in the forest. Get up and go to the dance party or fight monsters with weapons. If you do that kind of thing, you can't get up, isn't it the end?

"It's physical exertion, dear Sheil." Glowing metal books bounced on the fireplace.

"Isn't it possible for human beings to eat to supplement their lack of strength?" Ser replied.

"..."

Dan Tallinn imagined a scene where Cyrus and Wen Luan were on the bed, eating cakes and sandwiches while cooking, trying to figure out who would be able to hold on eating more, and burst into crazy laughter: "Hahaha."

Cyrus leaned back on the chair and glanced over expressionlessly.

Metal Book Dan Tallinn's laughter suddenly disappeared like a power outage.

"How is the situation of the mentor?" Cyrus asked coldly, rubbing the bruise on his forehead.

Dan Tallinn closed the page and said: "There is still no sign of life, nor stiffness or body spots. He seems to have just passed away. The wound is grim, and there is no blood."

"Why bother to drag that elder of the Dark Council directly," Andos said.

"No." Cyrus clasped the edge of the table and said thoughtfully, "The mentor was saved because he had what Mitchell gave him. If we didn't reach an agreement with the Dark Council, we would be saved." What do people do if they don't have a soul and can't think?"