[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

The little fox froze after hearing Hannibal's question, what did he mean by this!Is that what she thought it meant!

Usually in such a critical moment, the little fox's IQ will never drop.When the man asked this question back with a smile, she almost guessed what was going on.

The Hannibal in front of him is the same person as the young Hannibal in another world... Oh no, it should not be said to be another world, but the same world, two people in different time periods!Otherwise, how could his question be so coincidental, the same as the lie he lied to deceive the young Hannibal back then?

But why!How can they be the same person?Except for the same name and similar eye color, the two have no similarities at all.And even if the name and eye color are the same, there is nothing particularly unique about these two characteristics.The most important thing is that the young Hannibal is already 18 years old, and his appearance has been fixed for a long time. Why do they look different!

"Why don't you talk?" Hannibal knew from the little fox's expression that she had guessed it. He smiled slightly, and a little discordant evil gradually appeared on his gentle expression.

The little fox was sweating profusely, looking at Hannibal a little flustered.The tightly pursed mouth could not be opened, as if afraid that the heart that was raised to the throat would jump out of the mouth.

"Didn't you talk a lot when you scolded me?" Hannibal raised one corner of his lips, and the dimples on his cheeks were looming.

The little fox looked at the corners of Hannibal's mouth and dimples, and in a daze, the boy's face overlapped with the one in front of him.

Well, stone hammer.This guy is the young Hannibal who didn't run away!

I am as unlucky as ever, hehe...

"I was wrong." The little fox pursed her pink lips, and tears began to roll in her eyes.

"These tears came just in time." Hannibal raised his hand and rubbed the corners of the little fox's eyes, his skin was rubbed red, and the tears from the rubbing ran across his temples and dripped on the bed: "Unfortunately, the tears are not right for me now." It's useless."

"I...I was also forced." The little fox said aggrievedly: "At that time, if I didn't say that, I might have been dissected." She looked at it with watery eyes. Hannibal: "You don't know your own temper yet!"

Of course Hannibal knew, he couldn't understand what a bad-tempered person he was when he was a teenager.Thinking about it, if the little fox had told the truth at that time, he might really have killed her in a fit of anger.Even if he didn't kill her, he wouldn't let her have a good time with this kind of person who betrayed him.

But being clear is one thing.Understanding is another matter.

Even knowing that the little fox was forced to do so, Hannibal still felt extremely displeased with her behavior of throwing his own dirty water in order to please 'other' people.Although, two days ago, she also poured dirty water on another him in turn, but Hannibal felt that he deserved it.What an excuse to go to bed when you are an adult!Even splashing him with dirty water is considered light!

"You are flattering on both sides and cheating on both sides." Hannibal leaned closer to the little fox, looking straight into her eyes with sharp eyes: "I'm curious, to whom did you give your sincerity?"

The little fox who asked this question was a little embarrassed and guilty, sincere or something, how could a vixen have such a thing.Maybe other fox spirits have them, but the little fox that flies up like waves definitely doesn't.

"You are the same person." Why bother so much.

"We are different." Same body, but different mind.And it is thought that manipulates everything, so it can be said that they are two different people.

Well, Hannibal's subtext, the little fox has already guessed that they can indeed be regarded as two people.It's just to answer his question in this way, the key is that she doesn't have any sincerity, so should I just say that she just wants to get rid of her kidneys and doesn't have her heart at all?How dare she say such things in front of Hannibal, isn't this courting death?

"Here you are." The little fox replied timidly.

"If he was here now, would you tell him?" Hannibal fully understood the little fox's ability to have both sides.

"No, how is it possible." The little fox stared, trying to make himself seem extremely sincere: "I'm just playing around with him. I'm not interested in teenagers or anything. I like mature and steady men. So, I'm right. You are the real one!"

"Really?" Hannibal didn't show his belief, nor did he say he didn't believe it.

The little fox bit his lower lip, boldly raised his hand, and slowly wrapped his arms around Hannibal's waist while observing Hannibal's expression.

Having already noticed the little fox's small movements, Hannibal remained motionless, allowing the other party to secretly prod and please him.He looked at her with a smile, and the warm temperature came from the intimate arms around his waist.

The little fox saw that Hannibal was not unhappy, and he did not evade resistance to his release, so he tightened his waist with confidence.She touched up his back with her arms, clasped his shoulders behind her fingers, and lifted her upper body with strength.

Boo!

Loud kisses exploded in the quiet room.

Because of this kiss, his cold and hard heart began to involuntarily become soft and warm, and Hannibal was really helpless for such a change in himself.He has always been very clear that it was not him who had feelings for the little fox, but his youth.All his current feelings for the little fox come from the influence of new memories of his youth.

Hannibal knew that he shouldn't be judged by those memories, and now he seized the opportunity to use her to please him to bring her back, kill her according to the original plan, and eat her is the best choice.However, there is a gap of more than a star and a half between knowing and doing.As long as he thought of the little fox lying in front of him without a sound, no longer crying, laughing or looking at him, he felt unacceptable.

This feeling of being out of control is really annoying.

Hannibal looked down at the little fox, and said in a low voice, "Kiss again."

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Kiss this thing, shallow and deep.Shallow superficial water, full of warmth.Deep passion, fiery, lingering.Generally reserved people like shallow kisses, and a simple lip-to-lip is enough to make their hearts beat faster and make them shy.The old drivers who like to fly will never be satisfied with simple mouth-to-mouth touches. They like to let the other party feel all their enthusiasm. Of course, it would be great if the other party cooperates with them. It's more exciting than getting hot.

"Hmm!" The man's kiss was different from the easy step-by-step before, probably because of the fusion of previous memories, his kiss had a hint of crazy enthusiasm, and the biting and entanglement gave her the illusion that she was about to be eaten.While avoiding Hannibal's kiss, the little fox sobbed and whispered, "Take it easy...it hurts." The small wound on his lip was painful and itchy, which was really uncomfortable.

"Light?" Hannibal stopped attacking for a while, and the corner of his mouth curled into a half-smile: "Don't you like this?"

The little fox was stunned, recalling the harmony movement between herself and Hannibal, she never said that she liked intense ones: "When did I say I like it?" She had a grievance expression on her face that you don't want to wrong me.

"You said so." Hannibal replied flatly.

"I didn't—?!" The little fox suddenly widened his eyes.

"Remember?" Hannibal's hand slowly touched the little fox's neck and tightened slowly: "Could it be that what you are resisting is not a matter, but a person?" Because it is that person, it doesn't matter if it is fierce or rough .And because it's him, you don't like it?

Why are you so narrow-minded the more you are a boss!

The little fox was about to cry: "No, really not!"

Hannibal couldn't help chuckling when he saw the little fox's crying expression. He let go of her neck and patted her face lightly: "Then can I be rough?"

"You can...you can do whatever you want." The little fox burst into tears.

"Hey, don't be afraid." Hannibal bowed his head with a smile, gently kissed the little fox's tears away: "I'm scaring you, don't cry."

"Woo...really?" The little fox scowled and looked at him cautiously.

"Of course." Hannibal gently kissed the girl's lips, lingering and sucking, as gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure.

"Hmm~" The little fox was soothed by this gentle kiss, she raised her hand to wrap Hannibal's neck affectionately, and the previous resistance had long since been lost.She raised her head, her eyes half-closed comfortably.

Hannibal looked at the cozy and comfortable little fox, and the little evil in his heart began to make trouble again.

"Oh!" Unprepared to feel a turbulent impact, the little fox exclaimed, and quickly withdrew his hand to cover his mouth.She stared at him with eyes full of water, and looked at him like complaining and seductively.

"Baby... Relax." The man's voice was hoarse and his eyes were filled with ambiguous emotions.

The bright moonlight shines through the windows into the small room, and the originally deserted room gradually became hot due to the ambiguous interaction between the man and the woman.The man kissed the petite girl with a gentle smile, but quickly changed his face when the other fell into his tender trap.He completely controlled the rhythm viciously, and didn't stop until the tortured girl cried and begged for mercy.

"Ah!" There was a pain in the dimple between the shoulder and the neck, and the little fox who was dizzy because of the lingering kiss woke up instantly.She cried and raised her hand to push Hannibal, sucking in the cold air all the time: "It hurts, hurts! Don't bite so hard! Let go!"

How could Hannibal listen to the little fox, he increased his bite force on his own, until the tip of his teeth pierced the delicate skin, and tasted the slightest fishy sweetness, the man closed his teeth in satisfaction, and licked it soothingly her wounds.

"What are you doing!" The little fox raised his hand to cover the wound on his collarbone and glared at Hannibal angrily.

"Stamp it." Hannibal raised his eyebrows.

A bite mark, what's the use?

Hannibal smiled, of course it worked.In some occasions, he has to find them back!

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Paris, France, Underground Anatomy Room of St. Mary's School of Medicine

A white coat fit the young man very well. His rimless eyes rested on his tall nose, exuding a refined and bookish air.He will sit in front of the microscope, with a pen in his hand, and write something on the side book from time to time. Just as he writes, he will start to lose his mind, and then he will find several identical names appearing in the book.

"Tsk!" Hannibal tore off the wrong page angrily, and threw it on the ground in a ball of paper.

The woman disappeared again, and Hannibal stared at the word "fox" written on the new page in a daze.It's just that this time her leaving didn't make him angry, but made him a little flustered.

He saw the crossing that the little fox said.At that time, she was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed due to overwork, and her body under the quilt gradually became transparent.By the time he reacted from the shock and reached out to grab her, it was too late, and he watched the girl disappear in front of him.

It turned out that what she said was true!Sleeping or comatose will have a chance to trigger this time travel.When she went back to another world, he didn't know what she would experience where she was, who she met, how long she went there, and when she would come back.He hated and was a little afraid of this uncontrollable situation, and he couldn't keep her at all.

"Hannibal." With the sound of footsteps approaching, Mrs. Zi walked into the analysis room in a hurry.

"Auntie, why are you here?" Hannibal stepped forward to greet her, seeing that she was still dragging her suitcase, he knew why she came this time.

"Hannibal, what have you done!" Mrs. Zi didn't expect that Hannibal, who seemed to be much better-behaved, would go after those people secretly again.She saw Hannibal studying hard and getting a girlfriend before, thinking that he was finally starting to live a normal life.Unexpectedly, when she went home to deal with the affairs of the manor, this kid secretly went to Lithuania to commit the crime.If Officer Popier hadn't come to the door, she would have been kept in the dark!More importantly, he killed someone and ate his flesh, which was really unacceptable to her.How could such a good child become like this!

"I said, I was just doing what I should do." Hannibal replied flatly.

"Hannibal, don't go down again." Madam Zi frowned and said earnestly: "Let those people be dealt with by the police!"

Hearing this, Hannibal shook his head in resistance: "Auntie, don't stop me anymore, I won't change my decision. Those people must die by my hands!"

"Hannibal!" Madam Zi said with a headache.Why can't this kid make sense!

"Auntie, you can go back." Hannibal turned around and returned to the microscope directly, with an indifferent look of concentrating on his studies and ignoring others.

Madam Zi frowned and looked at Hannibal's back. She has been busy for the past few days, and today she rushed back to Paris without even taking a break. Now she is exhausted.Seeing that Hannibal stopped talking to her, she sighed, and decided to go back and rest for a while, and come to persuade him tomorrow.

Hannibal also heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the footsteps going away behind him.To be honest, he was really tired of dealing with this kind aunt.

"Hey! Who are you!" Suddenly, there was a scream from the corridor outside the door.

Hannibal had a serious expression on his face, jumped up from his chair, picked up a scalpel, and rushed out of the planing room.

"Hannibal!" Mrs. Zi was held hostage by a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the cold gun pressed to her face made her shiver.

"Zigmas Mirko." When Hannibal saw the man, a dream image flashed through his mind.This is one of the murderers!

"Oh, I didn't expect you to survive." Mirko smiled coldly: "Now, put the knife in your hand into your heart, or I'll blow her head off with one shot."

"No Hannibal, leave me alone!" Madam Zi said hastily.

"Hurry up!" Mirko strangled Madam Zi's neck hard, telling her not to talk too much: "I'm impatient!"

Hannibal frowned, rolled his eyes and then raised his head to agree: "Okay!"

The young man raised his hand, and pressed the knife slightly against his heart.The tip of the knife slowly began to pierce the fibers, and soon it would touch the skin of the heart.

"Stop!" A crisp female voice came from the darkness behind Mirko.

Hannibal froze when he heard the familiar voice, and subconsciously stopped.

Mirko was startled when he heard this, and subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

Bang!

The fist of the hard rock hit the bridge of his nose, he retracted his gun in panic and anger, and was about to shoot in the direction the fist was swinging.

A tall man wrapped in a black robe looked like a dead man. He appeared from Mirko's side mysteriously, smiled at him, grabbed his neck with one hand and pulled him towards him, and wrapped his other hand around his head.

Click!

There was a creepy bone breaking sound.

Mrs. Zi, who fell to the ground, also heard the sound of breaking her neck. While coughing, she moved forward vigilantly before turning her head to see who the rescuer was.

The man stepped forward, raised the knife in his hand, and struck Mrs. Zi on the back of the neck neatly.

Madam Zi snorted and completely lost consciousness.

"Hannibal, are you okay!" The little fox ran out from the dark corner.

"I'm fine." The young Hannibal replied with a cold face.

"I'm fine." The adult Hannibal replied with a smile.

Little Fox:......

The two men spoke in unison and looked at each other expressionlessly.