Demon Star Pandora [Interstellar]

Morris didn't care at all what the movie was doing, he just knew that he couldn't sit still in the movie theater anymore.

"I'm going back!" Morris said.

"Then I'll go out with you." Mitchell said.

Morris then supported his waist and led him away from the dark theater step by step. It has to be said that Mitchell's figure is excellent, and he was a little reluctant to let go of his waist.

The two finally came to the corridor outside. At this moment, the corridor was quiet, probably the people who were still swarming outside just now had all entered the projection hall to watch movies.

"It's pretty creepy." Morris looked around, and it turned out that another row of lights in the corridor was broken, making the corridors and halls outside appear dark.

Mitchell didn't make a sound, because he had already sensed a strange aura, which was a dangerous and gloomy feeling that only warrior-level genetic enhancers could feel. Morris said that there was a reason for the infiltration.

He just followed Morris closely and paid attention to the changes around him.

After all, this world is a strange space where even Dranon's memory can be erased.

Its degree of danger may be no less than the original Pandora.

Sure enough, when the two were about to reach the elevator door, Mitchell saw from the reflection of the smooth metal plate of the elevator that not far behind them, there was a strange person "hanging" from the ceiling upside down, with a pale face. Thin, looking at them with dark, hollow eyes.

And Morris seemed completely unable to see the situation in the reflection, and did not respond.

Mitchell believes that it is a weird guy that only he who has not lost his memory can see.

But, can the current self really deal with this weirdo?

He couldn't help but clenched his cane tightly.

"What's the matter with this elevator? Why hasn't it responded for a long time? Is it broken?" Morris pressed the button several times but there was no response.

"Let's take the stairs." Mitchell said.In fact, he was keeping a close eye on the monster's movements.

The monster walked upside down from the ceiling. It could be seen that the guy was wrapped in black clothes, only the parts above the neck were exposed, and no male or female could be seen. His twisted and thin face was like a famous painting, with a Long black hair hanging down.

Finally, when Morris decided to take the stairs, the strange man came in front of the two of them, facing them with the same face.

And Mitchell had to pretend he didn't see anything.

"Okay, take the stairs. There is no one to maintain this broken elevator." Morris squatted down and motioned for Mitchell to come up, and he was going to carry Mitchell down the stairs.

At this moment, the weirdo suddenly changed his face towards Mitchell. The originally funny and distorted face instantly turned into a wide and flat face, revealing a mouth full of jagged teeth.

However, Mitchell's expression remained unresponsive, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

The strange man lost interest in an instant, changed back to his original thin face in an instant, and left with a bang.

It seems that he is testing whether Mitchell has seen it. The fact is that Mitchell is countless times stronger than the average person's spirit.

After all, his lineage can be traced back to the god level.

Morris is quite strong, and he didn't become weak because of his memory loss. He even carried Mitchell from the eighth floor to the garage in one breath without panting.

Along the way, Mitchell found several upside-down black-clothed monsters walking around the corridor like that monster. These monsters looked similar, and they seemed to be patrolling.

Finally, Mitchell was able to follow the car to Morris's residence. The apartment is located in an elite floor in a newly built high-end community. The interior decoration is exquisite. If you only rent and don't sell, the monthly rent will be tens of thousands of yuan.

Unlike the outside, there are no such monsters here. Mitchell was relieved after checking the house carefully. It seems that the monsters only appear in crowded public places.

"Do you want me to help you take a shower? There is no bathtub in my bathroom, only a shower." Morris said.

"No need, I can still do this." Mitchell threw down his crutches, took off his coat, leaving only his underwear and shirt, and jumped into the bathroom barefoot.Morris found spare bath towels and other items and sent them to him. Originally, he wanted to give him a pair of slippers to save him from getting his luxurious carpet wet, but thinking that he only had one leg and he might trip over wearing slippers, Let it go.

After a while, Mitchell finished washing and jumped out wearing a towel. Morris pointed to the door, indicating that the crutches had been placed there.

But Mitchell obviously didn't bother to use crutches anymore, so he jumped over with one leg and sat on the sofa in the living room - Morris opened his own collection of wine and took out two glasses to invite him.

After all, he has to rely on wine to boost his courage, and this is the first time he has had sex with a man 【I think】

"I've prepared the set as well." Morris pointed to the small bag on the glass tea table.

"It's really hard work." Mitchell said.

Morris turned on the TV for him at this time and asked him to watch it first, while he went to take a shower.The living room of his house uses floor-to-ceiling glass windows, which can be seen far away, and there are buildings in the distance.

In the farthest distance, it turned out to be a huge black-painted building that was taller than all the buildings, and it looked like the "Tower of the Overlord" that Delanon had said before.

Mitchell fiddled with the remote control, and found that Morris's big TV seemed to only receive the city channel, and there were no other channels.

Morris finally washed, and he also wore a bath towel, and he had already put on a condom in the bathroom.He came out with a strange expression, sat on the sofa next to Mitchell and said, "How about we drink some wine to cultivate our sentiments?"

"It's up to you." Mitchell raised his glass.

"This is xxx wine from xxxx." Morris ostentatiously said, "I have treasured it for many years. It is said that the current market price is xxxxx."

Mitchell didn't understand this at all. He didn't study wine at all, and he thought it tasted the same.

After a few glasses of wine, Morris coughed dryly and said, "Then... since you are going to do it, show me your body first..."

Mitchell smiled slightly: "I'm afraid to scare you."

After that, he stood up and jumped in front of Morris, making a gesture to untie the towel.

"Wait, can I touch your leg first?" Morris drank three glasses of wine before he said such bold words.

Mitchell didn't answer, just took his arm and asked him to support his raised stump--the stump exposed from under the bath towel, the upper part was no different from his other thigh, except that the lower part was gone , into a smooth stump.

"No scars? How long have you been injured?" Morris touched his smooth skin and asked in surprise.

"It was an operation to remove the scar." Mitchell said, in fact, this operation was arranged by Morris.

"Then you are well maintained, and your stump hasn't shrunk much." Morris said.

"In order to be able to wear prosthetics, I have done special maintenance. In fact, it is my most vulnerable and sensitive part." Mitchell covered his broken leg, and his fingers just touched Morris's hand holding him.

"Will it still hurt?"

"No, but occasionally I still feel that the legs are still there." Mitchell said.

Morris involuntarily leaned down and kissed the skin on his snow-white legs, and felt Mitchell's legs twitch slightly.

"Occasionally I have cramps. It's a bit annoying." Mitchell said, he gently stroked the back of Morris's neck. In the past, whenever his stumped leg twitched, Morris would accompany him intimately and prepare hot towels himself Something like that helped him warm up. Thinking of this, Mitchell's legs trembled slightly.

"Is it a cramp?" Morris asked.

"It's nothing, it's not a cramp." Mitchell pulled back his leg, "Let me show you my body."

Morris swallowed, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help staring at the bath towel on Mitchell.

Mitchell slowly opened the towel little by little, as if deliberately torturing his expectations—finally, when Mitchell held both ends of the towel and fully exposed his body in front of Morris, Morris' jaw It's about to fall to the ground!

No! !Gigi! !

No! ! !only! ! !

hair! ! !

It's pale gold! ! !

It looks like a girl's bottom...face...

"You you you you!! Are you intersex?!!!" Morris exclaimed.

"No, I'm a man, it's just that in an accident, that organ was injured along with the leg and was amputated." Mitchell deliberately joked.In fact, his Jiji and balls are transparent.

"Then why is your xx golden!!"

"This is a genetic throwback!"

Morris quickly poured himself another half bottle of wine, until his face turned red, he stretched out his hand to touch Mitchell's... bottom.

Wait!What did he touch! ! !It seems that there is nothing, but he seems to have touched it! !

"Am I drunk!! What did I touch!" Morris was confused.

"You're drunk." Mitchell suddenly rushed forward and pushed Morris down on the sofa.

It was such a crazy night.

[For various reasons, the lights are turned on here. 】

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Sure enough, Morris's physique didn't change because of amnesia. He was so cool behind him. It was so cool that he woke up in the morning.

The only thing he can remember is the vague impression he left before he was drunk——

Mitchell is a castrated cripple who doesn't have Gigi.

The dizzy Morris looked back at Mitchell who was still sleeping on the bed, and lifted the quilt to look——

Sure enough not! !Gigi!And balls! !

Morris didn't know how to think that for Mitchell, who was already like a woman there, men's underwear was not suitable for him, and it would be better to buy him some women's underwear to wear, so he dressed in a daze Go out, buy breakfast + underwear.