It hurts!

The severe pain in his chest made Wei Xun's mind go blank. He couldn't help but clench his teeth. The smell of blood spread in his mouth. It was An Xuefeng's blood. His blood was very hot and warm. Even if he was bitten, An Xuefeng was still there.

Kissing him changed from strong to delicate and gentle, allowing Wei Xun to gradually calm down.

He was covered in cold sweat, and his chest was still throbbing with severe pain, but Wei Xun found that he had not lost much in the countdown to death, and An Xuefeng's hand was indeed very steady. But even though the countdown to death had not dropped much, the pain caused

The mental fluctuations still reduced the sanity level to 50 points.

Sure enough, the pain caused by the doomsday punishment would seriously affect his emotions. Wei Xun was slightly alienated. When he discovered this, An Xuefeng stopped temporarily. He felt something wrapped around his wrist, with a trace of resistance.

intensity.

It's Wei Xun's tail.

The thin tail tip was trembling with pain, but it was flexible and strong. Red marks appeared on An Xuefeng's wrists when it was strangled, but An Xuefeng only thought it was pitiful and cute.

"Go on."

Seeing An Xuefeng stop, Wei Xun said hoarsely: "Don't stop..."

There was a breathy sound in Wei Xun's words. He was breathing lightly and did not dare to exert force. After all, every breath would affect the wound on his chest. He frowned and looked at An Xuefeng. Wei Xun found that An Xuefeng was also looking at him worriedly.

An Xuefeng's face was splashed with a drop or two of blood, and the red blood fell on the hard-lined jaw, adding a touch of color.

This is his blood, the color he brings.

Wei Xun thought, "He found a subtle connection between himself and the blood, which was deeper than before. He seemed to be vaguely aware of the energy contained in the blood...or rather, the pollution."

Butterfly tattoo of blood.

Whether to contaminate An Xuefeng or not is only a matter of his thoughts.

How strong is the pollution in butterfly tattoo blood? Can it contaminate An Xuefeng?

But now is not the time to think about such things. Wei Xun's chest is still open and it hurts terribly. When An Xuefeng saw that he had regained consciousness, he adjusted his posture slightly, almost half hugging Wei Xun, so that he could see

to your chest.

The Return Knife was still placed on the wound to prop it open. An Xuefeng made a V-shaped blood incision, which was deep, but the amount of bleeding was not large. The incision was right in the center where the butterfly tattoo was just exposed.

But...no.

There were no fragments in Wei Xun's flesh and blood, unlike the puppet master's situation. It was also different from other tour guides An Xuefeng knew who had butterfly fragments embedded in them.

If Wang Pengpai had a thick layer of yellow fat in this opening, it was different for Wei Xun. The incision would reach the sternum and then the heart. But An Xuefeng still did not find the butterfly fragment.

Thinking of this, An Xuefeng's face became more solemn.

Could it be that as he thought, the butterfly fragment... was fused with Wei Xun's heart malformation?

"Bite me if it hurts."

Now that he had made up his mind, An Xuefeng would not stop. He put his left arm around Wei Xun's neck, put his hand in front of his face, and stuffed his fingers into his mouth. He held the knife in his right hand and slashed it decisively - severe pain spread from his fingers.

Come on, An Xuefeng's hand holding the knife was still very steady, and he didn't stop until he saw a throbbing mass of red meat.

That is Wei Xun's heart.

He had begun to alienate, and his sternum and heart were actually subtly different from humans, but An Xuefeng still saw it.

On the heart of Wei Yan's beating, the blue -purple butterfly wings are branded.

Blood flowing out, but An Xuefeng's eyes were attracted by the butterfly wings. The wing of the remnant wings was rising as Wei Yan's heart, as if he came to alive, the blue -purple -soaked blue -purple, which permeated the unique and made people, which made people make people make people, which made people make people make people.

The charm of sinking.

People want to approach, want to monopolize, An Xuefeng's cheeks are a little hot, and it is a place with blood. The heat is spreading, from the cheek to the neck, and then winding down, it makes people unable to extricate themselves.

"Do you like it?"

He heard Wei Yan laughing lightly, this feeling is very different from the past, a little strange. Wei Yan holding his body with both hands, exposing his chest and boring, and blood flowing down, like a rose opened on the white skin.

Pollution is very attractive.

The temptation of blood, the temptation of the heart, came from butterfly tattoo ... and from his whole person.

"Want?"

Wei Yan laughed lightly, snow -white eyelashes fell like butterflies, and those blue -purple eyes were looking at him. It seemed to laugh and laughed. His eyes were different from the past.

The temptation, the deepest part of the soul, the most primitive desire and hope. No one can resist —

"Come……"

"Pap!"

An Xuefeng had a knife, and he fainted with Wei Yan. But he was not as calm as he thought, his body was very hot, accumulated, and the anger that needed to be vented in his body ranged.

After countless emotions.

"Meow -ha!"

The cat was fiercely angry, and An Xuefeng returned to God, only to find that he was out of control. He kissed Wei Yan's body, forehead, cheeks, eyes, necks, and even more.

. An Xuefeng bit his tip of his tongue. In the pain, he strongly controlled himself to deal with Wei Yan's wounds.

Then An Xuefeng swept off the cat with a bow and hugged Wei Yan in his arms. He was afraid to press his wound. An Xuefeng turned into a snake.

Live in the wrangle of Wei Yan.

Under the dim light, the black and white long snake rolled, wrapped around the pale and handsome man. The snake faith fell on his lips. This picture is strange and beautiful.

Nympho

"hiss……"

Wei Yan hit a cold, cold and painful, his brain was hazy, and he slowed down for a while, and there was a bit of pain in the back of his neck -as if anyone had been beaten.

Not only that, Wei Yan was sore, as if he was tied up for a long time and then loosened, and it was like being crowded by any car. His eyes were swollen. He had shed a lot of tears before, and his crying circles were swollen.

An Xuefeng opened his chest. The san value that he would hurt would almost return to zero. He forgot the next thing, as if he was fainted? But the previous things were remembered clearly.

His butterfly fragments are different from the puppet masters. They are not embedded in flesh and blood, are they on the sternum or heart?

"Are you awake?"

An Xuefeng's voice gradually returned. He found that he was leaning on the man's wide chest.

I am in my arms.

Wei Yan felt that his body was dry and refreshing, and there was no cold sweaty and sticky feeling. He had been cleaned up by An Xuefeng. He looked down at his chest and found that the wound had been tangled by the bandage. He covered An Xuefeng.

The windbreaker, and the green quilt of the bed was soiled by blood and sweat, and was thrown on the ground. There was only a prop oil lamp in the safe house, and the dim light seemed to be a bit warm here.

"Mi..."

A weak cat meow came. Pancake curled up on An Xuefeng's windbreaker aggrievedly. His hair was all messy and fluffy, and he was as weak as if he had just fought a dragon. Seeing Wei Xun wake up, he immediately moved towards him and stretched out his arms.

He pawed at the windbreaker, trying to get into it and nestle in Wei Xun's arms.

But An Xuefeng sat up straight, and Wei Xun also sat up straight, and directly pushed the kitten down.

"Still a bit feverish."

An Xuefeng touched Wei Xun's forehead and felt it was still a little hot. His body temperature was already high, and he felt hot. The temperature was definitely not low.

Normally, he would definitely give Wei Xun some props immediately, but this time An Xuefeng took out some antipyretic medicine from the side.

A realistic antipyretic medicine was given to Wei Xun, who was in a state of mental distress, with hot water.

"Get used to it in advance."

Seeing that he was shivering due to fever and cold, An Xuefeng hugged Wei Xun tighter. He pulled the sleeves of his windbreaker and wrapped the two of them: "On the journey to the 30th degree north latitude, many props cannot be used."

"You should have noticed during your journey to the beautiful Xiangxi that the effects of the props of those passengers were reduced by half, or even more."

"Um."

Wei Xun was so dizzy with fever that he had no energy to hook the cat, which climbed up tenaciously, and held it in his arms as a hot water bottle.

Indeed, Miao Fangfei almost suffered from abdominal pain on the way to the first scenic spot. I heard from her that she had made a lot of preparations and had various props, but the effects of the props were all reduced by half.

"The problem is more serious at 30 degrees north latitude, and hotel props are basically unusable."

An Xuefeng said slowly, as if telling a story, to divert Wei Xun's attention: "Except for titles, title-specific props and personal-specific props, the various hemostatic agents, recovery agents, etc. sold in other hotels are not good.

make."

Thirty degrees north latitude is almost unsolvable, and this is one of the reasons. Without the backing of a hotel, it is extremely difficult to defeat countless pollution monsters through the journey.

"So...Wang Yushu is very useful?"

Wei Xun coughed twice and his voice was a little hoarse. He smashed his mouth, and there was still a faint smell of An Xuefeng's blood in his mouth. His lips were a little numb. He didn't know whether it was because he had lost a lot of blood or because he had just kissed An Xuefeng.

of.

"Yes, the title of replicator is very useful."

An Xuefeng lamented that Wei Xun had always been able to directly grasp the key points. The props copied by Wang Yushu could be said to be based on his title, and they were barely usable during the journey to 30 degrees north latitude. Bring Wang Yushu in,

It is equivalent to a small prop library.

"It's more difficult to have a tour guide on the trip to the 30th North Latitude, but Dream Chasing is the pioneer of the Sahara, so there will be some preferential treatment."
To be continued...