dhibooks Chapter 172
Chapter 172
Pingzi woke up from a deep sleep, the unnatural weight on his arms and the temperature of his chest gradually awakened the fuzzy memories deep in his mind.At the moment when the chaotic past surges in, the fear of dying in the boundless ocean of time dominates the survival instinct and takes the absolute upper hand. It seems that the passion and entanglement that burns life and soul only makes the magnificent waves more turbulent.
The limbs and bones that were emptied and drained by the half-deliberate and half-indulgent joy were once again filled with abundant energy, and the thoughts in the clear mind that had been fully relaxed and rested were spinning tirelessly at a high speed again.
...It's...it's that again.Could this be the so-called... Pingzi's gaze was fixed on a point on the ceiling in a daze, and there was an even and regular breath on the naked chest, which subtly coincided with the pulsating organs in the chest.
"Hey~~ It seems a bit unpleasant to think about these strange questions at this time~~" After a long silence, I don't know what kind of weird conclusion I came to that I couldn't reach from the South Pole to the Arctic Circle. Captain Pingzi, who pressed the pause button with his head full of ditch, sighed softly, and shifted his attention to the head on his chest unwilling to be lonely.
The slightly messy soft hair is scattered on the undulating chest in an even more messy way. The fully awakened sense of touch clearly outlines the clear outline of the human body's temperature rubbed on the skin. The long legs straddling the waist imprison the slender body in a warm embrace, and the natural search in sleep relies on the head almost buried under the arms, which generously shows the slender and graceful neck in Pingzi's vision The graceful curves, which can be called beautiful lines and the warm and delicate texture extend the unique ambiguity of light and shadow interweaving in the golden red sunset. The precipitousness and fierceness of the mountains and mountains always provoke the innate nerve of human beings called conquest, which makes people have the desire to get involved.
Captain Pingzi, who had climbed the walls of various teams in the middle of the night countless times to be a thief, and thus rescued his disheveled deputy captain from the warm bed countless times, dared to swear to the sky with His Majesty's strawberry underwear, lying alone The vice-captain on the bed sleeps in a neat and well-behaved position, absolutely surpassing the dead man stuffed in the coffin for future generations to look up to. How could the genetic mutation become half an octopus when two people slept together?And purely in terms of size, no matter how you look at it, it should be his shy and infinitely small bird, right? ==|||
Accidentally imagined that she looks like a weak willow girl in Huaichun, cuddling up against the chest of vice-captain Aizen, this moment can send people from the warm and pleasant spring to the cold and harsh winter, and even intensify towards the future. The scene of running away from absolute zero, from the tips of toes to the strands of hair, was warmly received by the Siberian cold current. Hirako shook his head fiercely and dispersed his head. It was even more messy in the wind than five thunderbolts on the top of the sky. In the illusory scene, he decisively switched the channel away from this dangerous topic that might cause digestive system movement disorders. He moved gently and calmly pulled out his thin and narrow shoulders, bent his elbows and half-supported his body.
The unnatural and drastic change in sleeping position did not disturb the lover's sound sleep, Aizen just let out a vague murmur that seemed to represent dissatisfaction and fell into a deep sleep again.
Pingzi looked at the sleeping face of his vice-captain in a little surprise, and his fingertips gently and meticulously traced the natural stretching trajectory of the straight eyebrows, hidden under the thin eyelids. The nasal tubes converge into a sharp line at the top of the bridge of the nose, cutting the viewer's sight ruthlessly like a blade, which is rounded by the tip of the nose into an extremely restrained dignity and majesty. There was a gesture of someone kissing her and she closed it quietly, and the warm and soft touch under her fingertips further urged Hirako to bend down.
Since when did you actually be able to sleep peacefully next to me like this unsuspectingly, so sure that I won't be uncontrollable and accidentally kill you?Without intentionally resisting the call of instinct, Pingzi lowered his head slowly, and the golden hair flowed into a locked cage in the beautiful afterglow of the setting sun.Breathing tangled, body temperature mingled, Pingzi slowly raised the corners of his lips within a short distance, and the ambiguous smile that seemed to be a smile that was not a smile accompanied by the movement of his lips ambiguously brushed against the same thin but beautiful organ: "Yeah, yah, Since Soyousuke is awake, how long are you going to pretend to be asleep?"
The light-colored pupils first revealed an empty and gentle figure from behind the curtain that was slowly opened. The vice-captain, who had clearly awakened, just tightened the arms around his slender waist, and his deep and sexy voice naturally revealed □□extreme The unique laziness after being satisfied: "It's rare for Captain Pingzi to be so gentle, so I can't help but greedily want more."
"..." Hirako remained enigmatic and silent for a moment, silently stretched out his hairy arm, and his glib Kansai accent trembled, "... Soyousuke, can you be more sensual?"——say Obtaining labor and capital is like a top-notch scumbag who eats up a yellow flower girl, pats his butt and lifts his legs, then walks away irresponsibly!Even if he is a heartless man, Lao Zi is at least a tasteful heartless man who remembers to pull up his pants and never run naked!
Aizan's vice-captain calmly answered irrelevant questions and responded calmly: "...Captain Pingzi, you have responded. Do you need my help?"
=皮=|||: "It's long-winded, I will figure out a way myself."
"It's said that this is very harmful to the body." Vice-captain Aizen suggested in a very sincere and soft voice that could make the ear pregnant.
As the disaster worsened, Captain Hirako continued to show a row of whale teeth with a deep-fried hairy smile, ——: “Shut up, Soyousuke! Your current physical strength is barely enough to last through the night, right? Let me deal with the headache mess! Hey... what are you doing with your hands? Sosuke."
"Captain Pingzi, you really are a gentle person." Sweetly biting the soft earlobe hidden in the cool hair, Aizen, who naturally sat on Pingzi's waist, let out a deep sigh from the depths of his chest, The transition between each syllable seems to be stuck on the tip of the tongue by sticky sugar syrup, and there is a sweet aftertaste, "very...very gentle..." - also very, very ruthless.
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"Little cutie, stand up and don't move around." The small sharp blade on the fingertips flew up and down, and Hideaki Fukawa smiled tenderly.
Rong Quan, with half an apple on his head, was expressionless and extremely stiff.
The tumbling silver light on the fingertips suddenly converged into a ray of silver light between the fingers, and the blade hidden in the cracks emitted a bloodthirsty cold light from top to bottom with the upward movement of the fingertips.Fukawa's wise smile is still there, but Zijin's eyes clearly show the coldness and indifference unique to a condescending superior. Behind the supercilious pride often means contempt for all insignificant things in this world.
"Be sure not to move around, my little cutie. Although I have confidence in my skills, it doesn't mean that I'm supernatural enough to control the blade that has been shot."
After saying that, Rong Quan felt that the solidified red mark on the side of his neck seemed to recall the moment when he was separated and torn by the cold blade, and he felt sharp pain.His eyes widened mechanically, and the sweat beads rolling down from his forehead blurred his scarlet vision along the long and narrow corners of his eyes.
"Good boy." Fukawa Hideaki's soft and sweet voice dragged out a satisfied trill, and the gorgeous and melodious voice was reminiscent of the smooth touch of the most expensive and gorgeous silk flowing through the fingertips, "Don't close your eyes at any time. Your eyes must clearly see every moment when the knife is inserted into your body."
At the last moment when the silver lightning was about to leave the fingertips, the sliding door behind him was opened without warning, and the condescending shadow shrouded the slender and steady fingertips inevitably trembling fatally. The sharp screams resounded throughout the Japanese room, but they stopped abruptly at the moment when they climbed to the most miserable apex.
Because of the frightening moving speed, the snow-white majesty stretched into a straight line because of the same sudden pause, and the blood in the wound that was tightly pressed by the same snow-white handkerchief did not have time to splash out. The flowers have been frozen in the indigo channel forever.
Ichiro Nakagawa silently unfolded the spotless soft cloth, and gently covered Rongquan's face that was forever fixed at the moment of death. The ferocious, distorted face that didn't even have time to derive fear of death and resentment towards the instigator disappeared into the thin The moment under the cloth.Hideaki Sukawa's silky voice was like a footless cold-blooded reptile unscrupulously spreading in the cold air: "Ichiro, you killed him."
"Compared to an oiran who is blind in one eye, of course a dead oiran is easier to deal with. What's more..." Ichiro Nakagawa turned his head to look at Hideaki Fukawa who was sitting on the tatami, his ice blue pupils stretched out. A piece of pure emptiness, "If his blood stains this room, death will be too kind to him. Although it is a failed work, it is also a kind of blasphemy for that gentleman to fall to that end." .”
Crack, crack, crack.The fair and slender palms overlapped in front of the chest, and the crisp applause showed a satisfied smile on the beautiful face: "You are indeed my lackey, Ichiro. Welcome back, my cruel deacon."
"I also welcome your return, my wise and cruel master."
"Is there any news from Makoto?"
"Almost all activities have stopped, is it a new development to devote all my energy to pestering Mr. Aizan?"
"Oh. Really?" The gorgeous red lips slowly raised their soul-stirring charm, and the soft and sweet voice lingered in an ambiguous smile that was not a smile, "It's really an interesting reaction, we need to move a little faster, Ichiro."
"After all...the final carnival is about to begin."
The author has something to say:
What I want to write is Fu Chuan, why did Mao become like this?