The person who was being slandered was in a bad situation.
He lowered his head and lowered his eyes, with a little trace of sweat on the tip of his nose. His ears and neck were smeared with red, and you could feel the scalding heat just by looking at it. The sunlight was thin in the dense forest, and he stood in the shadow of the trees. He was completely unrestrained, but it was as if chains were wrapped around his torso and limbs, making him unable to move. Only the shadow cast diagonally on the ground occasionally trembled with the breeze.
After a moment, Cheng Zheng, who seemed to have been hit by a restraining spell, let out a shallow breath, and the crimson glow in his eyes disappeared, and his pupils returned to quiet black.
When ordinary people see these eyes like ancient wells, they subconsciously feel alienated and dare not look directly at them. But at this time, these wellheads are like quiet springs, with a calmness and obedience, and even the whole temperament of their owners changes. The coyote has become tame, and the wildness of the coyote has faded away, becoming more like a domestic dog sitting on the ground waiting for its owner to find it.
The breeze blows, the leaves rustle, and the chirping of birds and insects are interspersed. However, the rhythm of nature cannot be compared to the sound of human footsteps. It is so loud, like thunder, and it hits the same place as the noisy heartbeat, and it is so loud. The eardrums are sore.
The knee sockets were itching like a reflex. Cheng Zheng knew that his body was screaming. He should sit down, lie down, lean on, lean on his side, or unload all his weight into another person's arms. It didn't matter - he didn't. He was not used to looking down at her either. He was the one being looked down on, and she was always on top, no matter what.
My stomach slowly sank, a feeling of suffocation gripped my throat, and my thoughts of resistance and counterattack were swaying, as if everything was vibrating.
To invade, or to be invaded; to possess, or to be possessed.
They should strive for a result in the salty smell of sweat and the rusty smell of blood. It doesn't matter if there is no result. Anyway, they will be happy in the end, with faint pink traces of healing on their bodies, or they are still there. Bleeding and bursting wounds lay on their backs, and then the smell of heather dissipated, and one of them kicked the other's calf to wake him up.
But now, no.
The intentionally accentuated footnotes approach even further.
Cheng Zheng's throat tightened, and his slightly disordered breathing was completely suppressed at the last moment.
He looked up.
…
The moment their eyes met, Qin Jue quickly looked away.
Can not look. Once you see it, you will think more about it, and when you think about it, you can’t help but move, but you have no conditions to move.
She knew that the other person's eyes did not stay on her face, and within a short distance, there was only the sound of wind.
Qin Jue blinked calmly. Although it was only for a moment, Cheng Zheng's outline clearly remained in her retinas. To be honest, not much has changed. Cheng Zheng was only sixteen years old when they first met. She had seen them all over the past thirty years and understood his appearance at each stage and age better than Cheng Zheng himself.
Cheng Zheng, who was twenty-five years old in the apocalypse, loved sniper rifles, and his whole body was as black and translucent as the barrel of the gun, straight and straight. Qin Jue remembered him and his gun - no matter which gun - he could picture Cheng Zheng aiming and shooting in his mind just by closing his eyes.
Side position, lying on the right side, with legs together and knees bent, with the sniper rifle on the outside of the thigh. This shooting position was originally good for fighting in a small space, but his legs were too long, and the advantage turned into a disadvantage. After trying it a few times, he no longer paid attention to it. ;
Kneeling position, kneeling on one knee, with his legs slightly open and fixed in a triangle. The sniper rifle is placed on his shoulders and held in his hand. The combat uniform is tightly wrapped around his body, leaving nothing exposed from his throat to his ankles, like a firearm. Ready-made in human form, precise, cold, and capable of killing with one blow;
Lying on the ground, with both arms holding guns, his slender legs spread in a figure eight shape. At that time, Qin Jue's eyes passed from the top of his hair to the back of his neck and shoulders, lingering between his waist and legs for a few seconds, thinking in his mind It's the bitch's butt that sticks out;
Lying on your back, your upper body is slightly arched, your knees are apart, your feet are together, and your ankles are intertwined. A sniper rifle is held in your hand, like a cold black line that perfectly divides your body into two symmetrical sides.
Qin Jue still remembered the sudden attack. The explosive chamber of the earth gun was temporarily disabled. Cheng Zheng spent half an hour picking through a pile of scraps to piece together an arrogant and arrogant heavy sniper. He held the gun on his body in such a supine position. , placed between the legs. She raised the knife and dropped it. She took away the life of the scout and looked back. She saw his waist and hips thrust upward, his legs contracted to clamp the body of the heavy sniper rifle, using his body as the butt of the gun. In an instant, strong light exploded, tongues of fire were like dragons, and bullets Punch through the enemy's chest and explode into bright red blood.
In the thick smoke, Cheng Zheng's eyebrows sank slightly, his eyes were calm, but his cracked and bleeding lips raised a subtle and surprising smile.
Qin Jue's throat felt dry.
I*, it’s so fucking hot, who* can’t bear it, I’m sure there’s something wrong with it.
A series of vulgar words flashed through her mind, and her eyes were burning as she stared at Cheng Zheng.
Then he held the dagger horizontally in his mouth, frowned and rushed forward, holding back the anger to do business first, and then go deal with him after the business was done.
——Aware that his mental energy was showing signs of restlessness along with the swirling thoughts, Qin Jue's expression became serious and he forcibly erased all the images that flashed through his mind.
From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Cheng Zheng opposite, who was also in a daze.
...I told you that there is no need to have a tacit understanding in a place like this.
Qin Jue restrained his eyes and brain, took a big step forward to the left, and opened the straight line distance between the two to half a meter.
The sound of footsteps made Cheng Zheng suddenly come back to his senses. His ears that had finally faded were once again covered with a layer of crimson. Qin Jue heard him cough slightly.
"..." Qin Jue.
"..." Cheng Zheng.
If the silence continues, the ambiguity will be too much, and it will be too embarrassing. Qin Jue looked straight ahead: "Let's go."
A voice that sounded like a murmur between his lips and teeth sounded: "Okay, sir."
The two of them walked forward with their long legs spread out. You didn't look at me and I didn't look at you.
They were at the outermost edge of Qinyi University of Science and Technology. There were no walls here, and a sparse or dense forest formed a natural dividing line with certain rules. Qin Jue even passed through a towering tree as thick as two people could hug each other. , she intuitively felt that there was nothing there. When she tried it in person, it turned out to be an illusory projection.
The air is fresh and clean, and the unique sense of freedom in the countryside lingers around Qin Jue. Her state is getting closer to before, and so is Cheng Zheng.
The two of them walked "side by side", and their sense of presence invariably became thinner and closer to nothing. Like the most experienced hunters, stealth and stealth have become instinctive.
As he walked, Qin Jue suddenly felt emotional.
What now? walk?
What a luxury...
It's not that I didn't have time for a walk at that time, but neither my mentality nor my environment would be as leisurely as it is now.
Qin Jue's ears twitched suddenly.
The voices and footsteps were different, and there were no practitioners. They were discussing correcting the direction of progress, and the progress was going smoothly for the time being.
"New student?" she asked.
"Yes." Cheng Zheng said, "A trial before the start of school."
"Not like you." Qin Jue said.
What she said was not that "Cheng Zheng doesn't know how to arrange trials," but that "the adventure style of trials in this game is not like his style."
Cheng Zheng smiled and named two people.
"Sure enough." Qin Jue nodded.
It seems that the senior officials within Qin Ke are having a lot of fun.
The two of them stopped and listened for a while, and Qin Jue said: "Cai." Referring to physical fitness.
Cheng Zheng: "Yeah, I'm partial to science." He means his brain is not bad.
"You're not breathing anymore?" Qin Jue suddenly laughed.
"..." Cheng Zheng's breathing became slightly disordered again, "Sir." He muttered, with a knot between his eyebrows that looked like anger or resentment.
Qin never spoke, and stretched out his hand to rub the side of his ear that was closer to Cheng Zheng.
Others would not be able to detect this subtle change, but with their ears, half a meter is equal to zero distance. Qin Jue was listening hard while walking, and her shallow breathing tickled her ears, and her breathing was heavy. It leaks out intermittently and is more obvious when pronouncing words.
Cheng Zheng tilted his head slightly and pulled away again, the tips of his ears turned red.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
2300+, happy rebirth, Ah Jue.
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Cheng Zheng: (breathing)
Qin Jue: Very sexy.
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Some old gangsters should reflect on themselves (pointing)
