dhibooks Chapter 159 Collaborators
Chapter 159 Collaborators
What can this explain?Yes, that says nothing.
Many, many years later, it is so long that for the short-lived human beings in this world, it is already a lifetime, which is enough to dilute the most cruel and indifferent conversations into delusion-like warmth.
The man in haori toasted to invite the moon on a sleepless night with a clear moonlight, and the moment the blood-red bitter liquid slipped into his throat, he had to admit that even though Mako Hirako might not be enough in every aspect To rival him, but his understanding of this absurd entanglement has never been more sober and rational than his.So at the very end, when all the love, entanglement, and honeyed words turned into plans, the sharp point of a knife piercing the defenseless chest, the loser who had suffered a crushing defeat in name smiled resolutely in the ecstasy of the moonlight Zhong turned around smartly, leaving him, a victor who was in such a mess but had to carry on calmly and calmly, to the end. ——Even if you win, you lose.
It’s just that nothing happened at that time, and the conspiracy intertwined into a net that strangles everything is still quietly hiding among the lush branches, squandering the last peace before the storm, slowly tightening and pulling each other. But still willing to hug and kiss each other's faces.
"Yeah." A comfortable voice came out of his throat, and the tip of Aizen's tongue that penetrated Pingzi's mouth became more and more greedy to explore the warm and humid place, and the palms that held the thin shoulders calmly passed the slender neck. Climb the rounded arc of the back of the head.
Hirako, who was caught at the fragile junction between the head and the neck, had to raise his head to meet the more thorough and eager attack in the mouth, and at the moment when the soft muscles flexibly moved across the soft and sensitive edge deep in the throat, he unconsciously tightened his In the long and narrow corridor of the stomach, the eyes that had never been closed suddenly opened, reflecting the obsessed face of the man on his body intertwined with tenderness and aggression, and a icy smile flashed across the depths of the light gray pupils, full of inquiry , vigilance, vigilance, suspicion, and an indifferent smile that is infinitely close to joking and sarcasm.
Quietly, the hands hanging on both sides of the body embraced the warm waist under the thin patient gown, and the bent knee skillfully inserted into the gap close to each other to push away the weight of the body. Grabbing Aizen's messy skirt and pulling it to one side skillfully, while peeling off the opponent's shirt, he turned over and counter-pressed just right, accurately gnawed on the head because of the sudden loss of support, fell down and bent weakly for a short time The center of the neck rolls and bumps.
Snapped--
The slender fingers folded the small and inexplicable folding instrument in his hand, and the black-haired man leaning on the thick tree trunk raised his arms and hugged the rough trunk behind him, letting out a joyful, almost crazy laugh.
"Interesting, it's really funny. Xiao Ke... Xiao Ke... It's been a long time since I encountered such a wonderful joke, hahahahaha."
"I should really let those guys who always complain about my distorted taste see your face now." From behind the thick tree trunk, there was no slowness, no rush, no high, no low, quiet and steady, no emotions, no emotions, and no search for the so-called The voice of cynicism, irony and sarcasm, a line of white snow in the thick shadows looming with the frequency of branches shaking, "Then the appearance of being powerless and contented to climax, with repeated tides is really ugly, no, it is extremely unsightly .”
"Since that's the case, let's make love, cutie from District [-]~~~~"
"..." The voice hidden in the shadow paused briefly, and then calmly spit out every clear syllable in a melodious voice full of aristocratic elegance and scholarly gentleness, "Go, I'm not interested in touching disgusting BTs who are more brazen than me."
"Also, don't call me in such a chilling way, Tom Sue from District Three."
"Xiao Ke doesn't look like Tom Su~~~~~"
Who can tell me which company's wool is the ecstasy wavy line following behind that cute girl?The "cute gentleman" behind the tree trunk knows that there are blue veins and black lines hanging on his forehead without looking at it, just like the star-spangled banner fluttering in the wind in front of the White House in the United States, and he sighed weakly full of headaches: "Mr. , please return the fourteen soul-breaking bullets I gave you."
"Is it okay to use any method of return?"
"of course."
As soon as the words fell, all the [-] bones in his body seemed to be taken away from his body, and the man who was limp on the tree trunk turned around like a whirlwind, and the black hair behind his head flew behind him into a raging black ocean.The straight left hand is holding the cold and hard handle tightly. The black hollow of the silver-white muzzle accurately hits the naturally stretched brow. Is it okay to open a golf course on your body?"
With his arms folded, the man who was also leaning on the tree trunk raised one corner of his mouth slowly into an impeccable and elegant smile, his voice was still so calm and calm that there was no gap between the iron wall and the iron wall: "You can try it."
"Uh..." Bright red blood seeped out from under the clothes protruding from the right waist and abdomen, and the torrential flow of blood soaked the thin fabric. The man calmly and gracefully reached out his right hand and snatched the silver-white hair from the other's curled fingers. □, the cold light reflected from the edge of the muzzle facing the sun was precisely fixed on the opponent's forehead, and the folded wings of death cast an inescapable shadow on the blue pupil.The index finger hooked on the cold metal trigger pulled the trigger with a calm smile, and the flames and gorgeous flowers bloomed and intertwined on the white and delicate forehead.
bang—bang bang bang bang bang...
Following the fallen corpse, the muzzle of the gun continued to shoot out orange-red sparks in a strange rhythm until the last silver bullet was poured out.
"Oh, oh, have you played enough?" Skillfully pushing a copper bullet into the cylinder, the man stuck out his toes and kicked the slender waist under his feet, "If you are really interested in death, I don't mind wishing you a favor."
The raised ankle was suddenly caught by a slender and powerful palm, at the same time the blood flowed into a river and the quietly standing corpse let out a low smile with a hint of a smile, "Oh...don't be so serious, Zero. "
Matsushima Zero, whose ankle was caught, pressed his toes down and sank into the opponent's waist, which lacked the protection of ribs, and walked around: "If your childishness and boredom are still the same, I think I have to consider changing a partner Yes, Ichiro."