The bar is empty and dark, as silent as a huge grave.

The footsteps echoed, and even the very slight footsteps were extremely harsh and depressing here.

Carrying the depression that was suffocating, the knife followed the figure in front of him, which exuded a bone-chilling chill like a moving ice sculpture, slowly walked inward with a pale face.

The corridor, the narrow corridor, leaped silently in the darkness where it could not be seen at a glance.

My nervous heartbeat became more and more rapid in this darkness as if I were alive.

The sound of heartbeat sounded like a drum without any pattern in the cochlea of ​​the knife.

With a suffocation, the knife opened his lips desperately like a fish leaving the water.

Snowflakes appeared in the eyes that could not capture the darkness.

The breathing sound was sounded rapidly without a trace of rhythm, but even so, it still could not calm down his restless heart.

At this time, the knife was as nervous as a virgin who was teased by the charming young woman, and could not breathe. However, the difference is that what he was waiting for in the rich darkness was not the seductive young woman, but the unknown fears, which were far more terrifying than death itself.

Collapse is a feeling, and the same is true for Knife. He can no longer bear the depression and fear that devours the soul. He is almost driven crazy by these unknowns and depressions. He can't help but want to roar, roar, cry, and wail.

However, the man in front of him, who was like a floating ice sculpture, did not let him do this. He stopped and slowly stopped in the restless darkness.

In front of them, there should be a door, but this door has been swallowed by darkness and cannot even capture the color.

The heavy knock on the door was swallowed by the restless darkness, and a faint sound slowly floated into the door.

"Come in."

As the door opened, a smolder green light rushed towards the knife from the door.

The clear colors of green, like jade, or like lake water, float, rendering the whole room with a dreamlike hazy color.

Several tables, sofas, fruit trays, wine bottles, and goblets, here are like the private room of any bar, showing a flashy and lonely atmosphere.

However, unlike any private room in a bar, there is a wolf, a vicious wolf in human skin.

Wu, put his hands on the backrest of the sofa, and lay quietly with his eyes closed as if he was asleep.

It was not the first time that Daozi met Wu, but no matter when, where, or in what environment he saw Wu, he would be amazed by it, just because Wu is so beautiful that he shouldn't be a man, so beautiful that he can even make any man who claims to be normal.

However, this time, the knife didn't have much time to marvel, praise and be moved, just because Wu had opened his eyes. It was a pair of very thin and long eyes, like willow leaves and crescent moon, and it was a pair of magical eyes. When he saw it, he could not help but reminded of the mystery hidden in the darkness, and when it looked like you, it would even make people unable to breathe.

This is not the first time that Daozi has seen these eyes, nor is it the first time that he has seen these eyes, but this is the first time that he has been quietly stared at by Ze's eyes.

He had forgotten his breath, his thinking, and his everything in the world. At this moment, there were only these charming eyes in his mind that were fascinating.

"You're here."

A soft and soft voice came, as light as the spring breeze blowing through willow catkins, as if he could sense the hot sight of Knife, so he smiled and smiled shyly. When Knife caught the deadly blush in his beautiful face, some parts of his body also changed.

Daozi couldn't help but want to rush over, want to hug him, want to kiss, caress, and even want to possess him, but he understood that in front of him was a man, a man of the same gender as him, so he would suffer and collapse in despair in the competition between reason and desire.

In the end, Knife's reason survived with those little-known shame and despair, but just as his face drooped down his head, the light and soft voice sounded again.

"Why don't you look at me?"

Knife's pupils suddenly tightened, the corners of his lips were dry, his body began to tremble, and his heart, which was as dead, became restless again, and even a part of his body changed even more intensely than before.

When Daozi raised his head again and looked at the man with his red and charming face in front of him with his blood-stained pupils, he could no longer resist the desire in his heart that had completely dominated him and instantly rushed towards Wu.

Wu was not surprised, but on the contrary, he was still laughing, with that charming smile, looking shyly at the knife that was pounced on the evil dog like a pounced on food.

Knife may not be crazy, but he collapsed, completely collapsed in that enchanting and charming smile.

So he could never know what kind of pity and unbearable look Han Bin, who was behind him at this time, was staring at him with.

A few steps away is only a short distance, but in Knife's eyes it is as long as thousands of light years.

But he finally came to his side. In this heart-stopping depression, he finally came to the eyes of the man who was so beautiful that he suffocated.

Driven by desire, his face distorted among those uncontrollable desires. Perhaps no one can understand the knife at this moment, and even he himself cannot know whether what is permeated in his heart at this moment is greed, excitement, despair, regret, shame or hatred.

But just as the knife's trembling hand was about to touch the breathtakingly beautiful face, he also arched his body unnaturally in the faint sound of some hard object breaking, and the knife's originally twisted face was instantly entangled and unnatural.

The cold fingertips gently stroked the twisted cheeks of the knife, and Wu still looked at him gently with a shy smile like a girl who had first met a lover.

"Does it hurt? Don't be afraid, it won't hurt in a while."

In the gentle words, Daozi's vision became blurry. After all, he could not bear the heart-wrenching pain, his eyes turned white and fell to the ground.

Wu stood up slowly, quietly looked at the knife curled up on the floor, and smiled charmingly.

The sound of branches breaking sounded in the woe of the floor, ‘Crack…Crack…Crack…Crack…Crack…’

After several consecutive crisp sounds, the knife fainted like a broken puppet with its unusually twisted limb in the foam.

But Wu, with the charming and charming smile that seemed to be tender with his lover, looked at the treacherous knife on the ground with satisfaction, as if it was a spider-like smile.

"Do you want to kill him?" While Han Bin's somewhat unbearable voice sounded, Wu also looked at him with that charming smile.

"He is not worthy." The gentle voice sounded like a demon's curse at this moment. "Since Mr. Nanda is unwilling to take action, why should I bother him? He still goes out. I don't want to see this waste again."

While Wu finished speaking this sentence, she sat back on the sofa lazily again, Han Bin also came to Daozi, picked up the knife's collar, and slowly dragged the knife out like a large garbage.
Chapter completed!