Chapter 64: Warmth

(身shen) The body is wrapped in corrosive substances, and it gradually warms up. +++ The latest Danmei novel ranking: www.sto123.cc The contrast between pain and comfort makes Zhu Yanchen a little dizzy, something warm is creeping and forming on his body. He opened his eyes wide, but was pressed against his eyeballs by the sticky darkness, not really.
Could it be that when he was about to die, he had hallucinations?
He could hear the surrounding eclipse rising and falling, making a tidal beating sound, as if some giant was about to emerge from the whirlpool. Shu Jun is completely integrated with the erosive nature. If he gives up thinking and loses his personality (sexual xing) in the mental torture, an unprecedented (strong qiang) erosion marsh will be born.
However, the noise gradually subsided, and his body became warmer and warmer. What wrapped him was no longer a warm corrosive substance, but a human embrace.
It really is an illusion.
Zhu Yanchen sighed in his heart, he just decided to close his eyes, but saw two silvery white lights in the darkness. They got closer and closer, and then something warm and soft covered the lips.
It was a (kiss wen), just taste it, be gentle and careful, so pure as not to have a trace of lust. It seems that if you use more force, you will break up.
Shu Jun did have to be careful (kiss wen).
He didn't know how to deal with the emotion that came out of his mouth. In the past, the bits were put together, his heart swelled and it was difficult to breathe. The reason (sexual xing) and madness in his mind are all retreated, he can hardly think, but he can't help himself.
Zhu Yanchen is awake, he knows. Those eyes, which were as deep as an ancient well, half-closed, passed through the darkness, and stopped quietly on him. Rao is emotionally rushing, Shu Jun's movements are extremely slow, leaving enough time for the opponent to dodge.
But Zhu Yanchen didn't move.
Although he healed the other party's injury, Marshal Zhu's lips were cold and still a bit bloody.
Before, knowing that Zhu Yanchen was paying his life in studying the marsh erosion, Shu Jun only regarded him as a paranoid researcher. Only now did he deeply realize what it means for the other party to "began studying the swamp from 16 years ago."
For a moment, Shu Jun even hoped that "Smoke" was just an ordinary child. If he hadn't been born in a powerful family, according to Zhu Yanchen's obsession, he could vigorously oppose the player system and make a decent resistance organization.
So even if the road is limited, there is no solution to the contradiction. His friends can also be chic and have a clear conscience.
But Zhu Yanchen chose to stand in a high position after all, trying to solve this problem himself.
As a superior, Shu Jun knows what this means—Zhu Yanchen can't disregard the player system regardless. If he can't find a suitable reason, he will definitely be overthrown by the eye-catching competitors. While maintaining the human being, he also has to shoulder the well-being of mankind.
In the current situation, this road is tantamount to moths fighting a fire.
Even if you know that you can't save yourself, even if you know that you can change everything, you can only pierce through water. His friend, who had flinched, became the first drop of water without hesitation.
"Ayan, I thought you were a steady person." Shu Jun slowly moved his lips away and said softly. "Why are you so..."
He wanted to be stupid, crazy, paranoid, but in the end he swallowed. Thinking of the time when the two met, this person deliberately made a look of alienation, and Shu Jun couldn't even let it go.
He felt so distressed that he wanted to beat him, but he didn't dare to hug too hard. No matter, Shu Jun turned his head and (kissed wen) Zhu Yanchen's lips again.
The past time cannot be recovered, but from now on, he can at least be sure that the other party does not need to move forward alone.
To pursue after his war is over, this man belongs to him
Even if Zhu Yanchen has no love for him, this person is also his friend and relative, and this will never change. The hostility that was instilled had an exit, and they were smoothed out and turned into firmness and sadness.
Shu Jun tried to remove his lips again, and the darkness in his mind gradually dissipated, and turned into a draft of "How to sincerely explain this (kisswen) later". But before he finished typing the beginning of this manuscript, Zhu Yanchen (kiss wen) came back.
If Shu Jun's (kiss wen) before (kiss wen) was cautious and stubborn, it was a temptation with pity and comfort. This time (kiss wen) was aggressive, full of desire and despair.
Zhu Yanchen pressed Shu Jun's head, (kiss wen) very deeply.
Shu Jun was stunned for a few seconds, half pure dumbfounded, half sour joy. Unwilling to show weakness, he held Zhu Yanchen's back and responded enthusiastically.
As if the jigsaw that had been missing for many years was finally complete, his heart clicked softly. The breath (暧ai) is entangled ambiguously, and the warm breath turns into boiling water. Neither of them wanted to stop, letting the heat rise, their lips and tongue almost melted.
In the end, Zhu Yanchen's tongue swept across the root of Shu Jun's canine teeth. Ayan's hands were slightly harder, and the two finally separated.
"Support for the festival venue."
After breathing for a while, the two spoke almost simultaneously.
They (Kiss Wen) had to (Kiss Wen) to get involved, and after they separated, strange embarrassment surged up. Shu Jun searched for intestines and scraped his belly, and spoke again
"How is your injury?"
"How is your (body shen) body?"
The two spoke in unison again.
The heat of Chang (Kiss Wen) dissipated, and there was another cold field.
"...Go there on Monday first." For a long time, Zhu Yanchen said, there was a strange erratic voice in his voice. "We all need light and inspection."
"Ah, um." Shu Jun answered hurriedly. He straightened up and helped up the weak Marshal Zhu. This person's injury was unimpeded, but the loss of physical strength was real and would not be able to make up for a while.
As a result, he picked up people, Marshal Zhu's footsteps were still a little soft. The vine erosion marsh has turned into an ordinary erosion marsh, and Shu Jun has not absorbed a large amount of eroded material, which has caused a major deformation. The eclipse at the feet of the two of them is knee-deep, and it is quite difficult to walk.
"Where is Monday?"
"Walk one thousand two hundred meters over there." The two got close, and Zhu Yanchensuo raised his hand and pointed.
"Okay." Shu Jun's arm squeezed around Zhu Yanchen's waist and hugged him decisively in front of him. It's a pity that Zhu Yanchen is bigger, and Shu Jun is not good at holding people like this, and his movements are a little awkward.
Shu Jun thought about it for a while, hmm. The corrosive mass stretched upwards, forming countless dark withered hands, carefully holding Zhu Yanchen up so that he could lie more comfortably.
... a rather terrifying princess hugged.
Zhu Yanchen: "..."
(暧ai) The ambiguous atmosphere disappeared, Shu Jun's expression was too righteous and awe-inspiring, Zhu Yanchen stretched himself almost straight again, and the scene was a little more inexplicably tragic.
So that as soon as they found them on Monday, they raised their throats and mourned.
"Wish! I wish—dead—la—"
"Shut up." Shu Jun grinds his teeth and put Zhu Yanchen on the (dry gan) slate. After touching the ground, Marshal Zhu, who had just stretched into an iron rod, relaxed a little, and then sat up neatly.
There were a lot of things hanging on my body on Monday. Shu Jun pulled it out, the tip of the sword picked up, and all the luggage arrived in front of Zhu Yanchen.
Marshal Zhu drank a whole pot of fluids. He was soaked with sewage and blood, but his breath (color) was much better. Shu Jun opened the backpack on the side and started a fire. Then he pulled a blanket around Zhu Yanchen.
Zhu Yanchen's dark eyes locked him firmly.
Shu Jun's eyes softened, and he didn't say anything. He just grabbed Zhu Yanchen's hand and stretched out the other hand, and the two little fingers looked at each other (gou).
Zhu Yanchen retracted his gaze, closed his eyes, and then exhaled a long breath, as if to breathe out all the depression of sixteen years.
The two were relatively silent. The environment here is more chaotic and terrifying than before the war, but Shu Jun felt that the whole world seemed to be washed and softened a lot.
"Shu Jun, help me take down the instrument over there... The white (color) one, I have to look at your blood indicators." Zhu Yanchen was in a daze for a few minutes before speaking again, with unprecedented ease in his tone.
Shu Jun didn't move.
"how?"
"You take a slow time and take the test ten minutes later. Then you rest for another twenty minutes. When you recover, we will go to the celebration venue." Shu Jun took out a watch and counted the time like a decent one.
Then Shu Jun snapped his fingers. Several masses of corroded mass rolled into and left the swamp. They warmed themselves by the fire and crawled towards Zhu Yanchen.
The latter looked suspiciously at the strange balls.
"You are so easy to catch a cold." Shu Jun directed the ball forward. "And you have always loved (gan gan) clean, so many dirty things on your body, you definitely can't stand it. I just let them remove the water and dirt without hurting you. During this time, we just have to talk... Talk about..."
He wanted to say "talk about the (kiss wen) just now", but he couldn't straighten his tongue.
Shu Jun was digging his heart out, and several warm eroding had already approached Marshal Zhu. They gently rolled over Zhu Yanchen's skin, swept away the moisture, and decomposed all the blood and mud stains, and did not dare to eat any fiber in the clothes. The soft crawled over the newly healed wound, feeling like a fingertip flicking, Zhu Yanchen frowned and hummed softly.
This time Shu Jun's belly manuscript fell apart completely, and his brain was filled with only the four characters "self-digging the grave".
"I...I didn't mean anything else." Shu Jun crossed his hands uncomfortably, almost scratching himself with the tips of his claws. "Just now I, no, no, just now I—"
Zhu Yanchen looked at him quietly.
Shu Jun took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes, and said that there was a warrior's aura again: "Forget it, it's not a problem to get stuck. Let me say it clearly, A Yan, I will finish dealing with the problems at the venue later. The two of us have to have a good talk."
He (gan gan) approached brittlely and picked up a twisting corroded ball. The eclipse ball twisted in his hand for a while and began to obediently play dead.
"I have no other thoughts about this stuff." Shu Jun's face was stern, and his tone of voice was extremely serious. "But when I kissed you just now, I did have other meanings—I wanted to wait until the war was over. But when I remembered everything, I didn't control my emotions for a while."
"I'm sober, I kissed, I admit it." He leaned closer again, the beast pupils in a thin slit. "But you were in a trance just now. It's better to be clear about this."
"You may not be sober." Zhu Yanchen whispered. "You have been disturbed by negative emotions (gan gan) for too long, and your memories have just recovered. Under the impact, you may have instinctive dependence on me."
He paused cautiously for a moment, with no emotion on his face.
"I agree, we should make these clear. After all, we have more important things now, such as the battle at the celebration and your body..."
Before he finished speaking, he was forced to swallow the second half.
Shu Jun put a soft eroding ball on both sides of Marshal Zhu's head, sandwiching his cheeks. The handsome face was slightly wrinkled.
"It was hard for me to figure out a good explanation." Shu Jun's sharp nails did not dare to directly use it, so he rubbed the eroded ball and indirectly squeezed Zhu Yanchen's face. "Are you interesting, Ayan? Huh? If it wasn't for my heartache, I really want to knock you on the head-and negative emotions are disturbed, my fucking..."
Shu Jun gritted his teeth and swallowed hard words. A Yan has been a dead brain since he was a child, and having been alone for so many years, it is inevitable that he is emotionally slow. Now that time is limited, this "who has the advantage" debate is difficult to produce results.
"Your negative thoughts have not changed at all. Okay, let's talk. When the meeting is over, we close the door and have a good talk."
Shu Jun (Lu) pointed out his teeth, uttered a word, and finally squeezed out a gritted smile.
They are partners and partners in war. You can't run anyway, and you don't even need to think about the future length. Whether he has been enamored for a long time or is impulsive, he absolutely has to hold down this stuffy gourd in his stomach, and speak clearly.
Thinking of this, he snorted viciously. Shu Jun let go of Zhu Yanchen's face and smoothly wiped the opponent's hair with the eroding ball.
Shu Jun patronized and sulked, and missed Zhu Yanchen's eyes.
Marshal Zhu stared at the people in front of him intently, his gaze was like a beast before his food, and he wrote that he was sure to win.
The flame trembled, illuminating the bottomless eyes. Zhu Yanchen stretched out his hand and subconsciously hesitated for a while, then he (gou) raised the corner of his mouth and decisively grasped Shu Jun's wrist.
"The time is up, it's time for a blood test." He said, "...you are right, we have to resolve the meeting as soon as possible."