The atmosphere was stagnant and stiff. The mysterious man in front of him slowly stretched out a white hand from the darkness outside the street lamp, slowly stretched it into the light source, and spread it under the street lamp. His deep voice sounded like he had just learned He spoke so stiffly, slowly and deeply, "Come here."
Shang Yunbai didn't move, and neither did Fang Shuchen, so the man slowly took another step forward and repeated softly, "Come here."
It was obvious that the figure was still that man, but for a moment, both Shang Yunbai and Fang Shuchen seemed to see tentacles flying wildly behind the man with fangs and claws, like a giant, a mountain rolling towards you to oppress.
Shang Yunbai felt like his hair was standing on end, and he instantly tightened his grip on Fang Shuchen. This was an instinctive behavior of being oppressed. He was like this even in the rear, not to mention Fang Shuchen who was facing this pressure.
Fang Shuchen was already ready to tear open an S-level prop "Teleportation Talisman", but at this moment he felt a powerless feeling like being controlled, and his finger joints were so stiff that he could not move.
Because of Shang Yunbai's indifference, the man was about to continue walking forward. As long as he took one more step, he would step under the streetlight. Before Fang Shuchen had time to think about the countermeasures, he suddenly felt that his palms were empty. He was still leaning a little behind him. The man slowly stood up and let go of his hand.
Fang Shuchen could only sit on the chair and watch the little doctor reach out and hold the hand stretched out from the darkness. The terrifying sense of oppression dissipated in an instant, like a wild beast that had been smoothed.
The figure in the darkness forcefully pulled the little doctor out of the streetlight and into the night. The man carefully put his windbreaker on Shang Yunbai's body. He held Shang Yunbai's waist with one hand and grabbed Shang Yunbai with the other hand. The palms that had been intertwined with Fang Shuchen moved ambiguously from Shang Yunbai's wrist to cover the back of Shang Yunbai's hand, and inserted lingeringly into Shang Yunbai's fingers to interlock with his ten fingers.
If these two people weren't standing upright in front of Fang Shuchen, this scene would have looked more like they were doing something more ambiguous and unspeakable.
The man gently lowered his head to Shang Yunbai's ear and asked in a gentle whisper, "Aren't you good?"
Shang Yunbai became nervous in a rare way, thinking silently in his heart, this player hooked up with me, kill him instead of me.
But of course the gentle little doctor was not as wicked as Shang Yunbai, so Shang Yunbai couldn't say this blame-shifting quote, and could only retreat as if he was afraid or nervous.
The man hugged Shang Yunbai, turned his body with Shang Yunbai, and pressed down hard in an instant.
Shang Yunbai was shocked. There was a concrete road below. When he fell down, his head became empty and his brains fell out.
For a moment, the right hand raised in panic made a clattering sound of chains. Fang Shuchen stood up instantly. In front of him, the overwhelmed young doctor and man seemed to disappear into clouds and disappeared suddenly. land.
Shang Yunbai felt that the moment before he hit the ground, just like the previous time, the ground suddenly disappeared, and he was pressed by the gods and fell directly into the mysterious space last time.
Shang Yunbai raised his palms to push away the person pressing him, his heart was pounding, it was over, the car was overturned, it seemed that the god was really annoyed.
No, he obviously didn't do anything. Why was he so angry all of a sudden?
There was a slight sense of suffocation on his neck. Shang Yun's white hair was messy in front of his forehead. He could not see anything in front of his eyes. He blinked helplessly and confusedly in the darkness, trying to pursue the eyes of the gods and longing for a trace of mercy.
Let the other party's anger decrease slightly.
But no, he couldn't see anything. Shang Yunbai's words were spinning rapidly in his mind, trying to throw the blame away. The moment before he opened his mouth, the god who had anticipated everything used a tentacle to roughly block all his words.
"Well--"
The god smiled softly in the darkness, his voice was gentle, with a hint of familiarity that knew everything, "What do you want to say? You want to deceive me again, right? It's always hard for me to refuse your request. In this case, it's better not to give it. Your chance to speak."
Xiaocao’s mother, damn it, you’ve learned to be smart.
"Really cry for me once...my love."
The god slowly pressed one hand on Shang Yunbai's shoulder.
In the darkness, Shang Yunbai had one hand pressed against his face by the god, and his other hand tried in vain to push away the god's shoulder.
"System system system!"
[Players please proceed with peace of mind. Players will be compensated accordingly at the end of the mission. ]
Shang Yunbai: "????"
"Fuck, are you talking human language?!"
The main system, which has always been aloof and cold, seemed silent for a while.
[Players please feel free to follow the plot...]
[......after the task is completed, corresponding...memory processing will be given...]
Shang Yunbai laughed angrily. Delete the memory and pretend it never happened, right? Shabi game system!
[The BOSS acts independently, please do not escalate to the game system. ]
After this sentence came out, the system disappeared.
He felt a pain in his neck, and felt a little more restrained. A chain was also added to his neck, and his mouth seemed to taste a little sweetness. Unexpectedly, Shang Yunbai was given a big mouthful, and his tentacles were pulled out. Shang Yun Bai was choked and kept coughing. Some of the liquid flowed from his mouth and wet the clothes on his chest.
"Cough cough cough..." The chain on his body slowly revealed its shape when entering this mysterious space. At this moment, it made a harsh sound as the owner trembled and coughed.
Those liquids seemed to have a mysterious effect. Shang Yunbai gradually felt a little weak. The gods no longer held his hand. Shang Yunbai blinked hard and could not see anything.
The wrist was caught, and the cold palm of the god slowly grabbed Shang Yunbai's wrist, gently raised it, and slowly tightened it while Shang Yunbai was breathing rapidly.
An unprecedented touch, being caught... It was just his wrist, but it made Shang Yunbai feel a strange sense of loss, as if his whole person was being held in the opponent's hand, controlled, caught, and completely lost. sense of loss.
Shang Yunbai frowned and struggled, his fingertips curled up weakly, "Let... let go..."
The god slowly bent over, and Shang Yunbai felt a little moisture on his neck. He raised his hand to support the god weakly and pressed the god's shoulders. His voice contained a hint of soft crying that he didn't even know he had, and the curse words rolled between his lips. Circle, suppressed by the strong self-control, he only softly uttered two words, "Let go..."
The god's palm moved slowly, slowly grasping Shang Yunbai's palm, and interlocked with his fingers again.
Shang Yunbai took a quick breath and blinked in a daze. A strong feeling of being invaded came from the place where he was caught. He was obviously just caught, but it seemed like he had been done something more extreme. His arms were sore and numb. trembling.
"Don't...no..."
The god leaned forward and pressed closer to Shang Yunbai. He lowered his head and asked gently in Shang Yunbai's ear, "It's just a touch... If I go too far, will you go crazy?"
Already going crazy.
It's not pleasure, it's not pain, it's just a very mysterious feeling of loss, like...the soul has been invaded, and is about to be stirred into the color of a god, completely reduced to the other party's accessory.
Good boy...you are dead...
On the surface, Shang Yunbai seemed to be crying pitifully, and his thoughts were hazy and stagnant, occupied by bad intentions.
(It's not driving, it's better than driving. In fact, I can continue writing. I'm the best at writing this kind of thing. But I'm afraid you won't understand it. After all, this is no Cp. But I really want to write about Lao Liu Shang Yun Bai being sanctioned. This is the retribution he deserves. If you are used to it, you can write this kind of plot in the future where driving is better than driving. If you are not used to it, then you can only continue to let Shang Yun Bailang. These types of plots will follow. I won’t write it anymore.)
