Chapter 456

“…”

Wen Jianyan's brain is a little short-circuited.

He lay there, maintaining a curled posture, staring blankly at the person who shouldn't have appeared here.

...Wu Zhu?

Wait a minute, this shouldn't be.

Before Wen Jianyan could react, the dark shadow gathered from all directions.

The invisible force lifted his body, and caught him off guard. Wen Jianyan's whole body was shocked, and his body stiffness almost immediately touched the wound on his palm.

“——!!!”

Wen Jianyan's eyes turned dark and cold sweat dripped from his neck.

When he came back to his senses, he had been put on the sofa.

Wu Zhu bent down in front of Wen Jianyan and looked at him.

The cold and dark hair hangs down, and the face hidden in the shadows has no expression, but it just gives people the illusion that it seems that it is not happy.

Wen Jianyan looks so embarrassed now.

As he entered the Utouna, the function of the badge temporarily disappeared, and he changed back to his original appearance, his pale cheeks were bloodless, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his eyelids were half-lifting, and he gasped with great difficulty.

There was no half-complete flesh below his wrist. Under the broken flesh, thick white bones could be seen. The blue and black blood flowed out of the broken wound, and the flesh in the palm of his palm was scraped down. It looked shocking and terrifying.

The pain just now made Wen Jianyan finally come back to his senses.

"you……"

Wen Jianyan forced himself to raise his eyes. In the dark field of vision, the other party's figure had already had a ghost, making it impossible for him to accurately judge the distance between them.

He asked hard, weakly, intermittently.

"You, why the hell are you here?"

If he remembered correctly, when he was in the administrative building before, the other party had completely broken free from the restraint of the Weatherbuna and escaped from the prison.

Wu Zhu is no longer a prisoner who is forced to obey, and he is no longer a ruler holding the reins.

So, when entering the Ourobosnake, Wen Jianyan never expected it...

Wu Zhu is still here?

After all, how is that possible?

The power relationship of props was completely shattered, and one ten was not preserved.

The existing oral agreement between them is too fragile, and the bet is unbinding and can even be broken at any time.

Especially the object is the moody "God".

Therefore, Wen Jianyan never expected that he would see Wu Zhu again in the Ourobosnake.

After all...how is it possible?

Has this been a prison for God's prison?

How could he take the initiative to come back after the shackles were crushed?

and……

Wen Jianyan stared at Wu Zhu's face in confusion.

Why does this guy even look like his master for no reason?!

About a minute ago, the other party asked, "Why are you here?" He should have heard it right?

Wu Zhu's attitude was so natural that Wen Jianyan's brain went down for a moment.

...What's the situation?

You won't really regard this place as your home, right???

I don't know if the other party is still in the Ourobosnake, or if the other party is too shameless after seeing him, Wen Jianyan can't think of it any more except "Why are you here?"

What can I ask again?

Wen Jianyan looked at Wu Zhu's face steadily, and for a moment he did not notice that his wrist was poking out his hand in the other direction.

By the time he noticed it was too late.

"……Well!"

When he was caught by his palm, Wen Jianyan didn't even have the strength to scream, and only squeezed out a little short sound of air from his throat.

In just two seconds, his shirt was soaked in cold sweat, and even his hair was shaking.

Wu Zhu glanced at him: "It hurts?"

“…”

Wen Jianyan's eyes were dark, and he almost passed out of breath for a while. He couldn't even say a word for a while.

Me! Grass!

...You said, what?!

"It hurts right."

Wu Zhu's face still had no emotional changes.

"how come?"

“…Fuck…your mom…ah!”

The trembling sound squeezed out from Wen Jianyan's throat.

"I still have the strength to scold," Wu Zhu said, "it means it doesn't hurt."

"..." Wen Jianyan was so angry that she wanted to roll her eyes.

I have to say that he still missed when this guy was not so human.

It's easy to cheat, coax, and control it.

"Okay, I'll change the question," Wu Zhu lowered his head and glanced at Wen Jianyan's hand. The shadow fell on his face. Although his expression was still calm, he seemed cold and weird inexplicably. "Who did it?"

“…”

Wen Jianyan was sweating all over his head, lifted up his thin and trembling eyelids, and swept his eyes to Wu Zhu.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "...I myself."

Although the purpose is to not have too much involvement with the other party, he did not lie.

No one asked him to turn the direction and close the coffin. All choices were made by Wen Jianyan himself, and the price was naturally borne by him.

Wu Zhu looked at him and seemed to believe it.

"But you, what do you care about this?" Wen Jianyan stared at the other party, sneering hard on the outside and on the inside, "What do you have to do with you?"

This sentence seems to touch a switch that should not be touched.

Wu Zhu suddenly leaned forward.

The pair of light, golden cold eyes stared at Wen Jianyan, and the excessive color was overwhelming, which made him feel like he was swallowing.

"I thought I said it."

The other party seemed to have increased his strength without mercy.

"!"

Wen Jianyan's eyes turned black again and his whole body trembled.

In the darkness that came from all directions, the other party was low and cold, like a curse, and like a love voice.

"You are mine."

"Your blood, your flesh, your bones, and even your hair are mine."

The severe pain spread from the fingertips, biting the flesh and blood skin, bones and meridians, Wen Jianyan's teeth tightly bite and swallowed the scream back into his stomach.

When the other party let go of his hand, he softened his head and fell back on the sofa with exhaustion.

His hair was soaked in cold sweat, and it was pressed against his white neck, with his eyelids hanging down, blocking his dispersed eyeballs, and his whole body shivered pitifully.

Wu Zhu got closer again.

He seemed to want to help Wen Jianyan push the hair on his face away, and his movements were gentle.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand reflexively—

As soon as he waved his hand, he broke out in cold sweat again.

No, hurt!

But Wen Jianyan realized it was still too late.
To be continued...