Kuaichuanzhi and Zha Gong are in deep love

Chapter 51: Rebirth: Blackening Strategy 27

A love with a purpose is the joy that ends at the hair and skin, and the shackles that are ashamed of the soul. The pure black crow feathers fall from the top of the forest and are taken into the eyes of the youth.

The man put his palm on his dripping cheek, and then stroked it. The lotus in the snow was in full bloom, with an addictive coolness. He thought, how much he loves him.

Layers of rain, blocking the front and surrounding it behind, the man hugged the young man, the muddy soles left long traces on the floor of the room, and then they began to make love.

The clothes that cover the skin are gradually retreating, the snow-white skin is flushed with shame, the room temperature is dropping and the body temperature is rising, and the young man opens himself without reservation, like a gift or a reward.

Holding the slender legs, he lifted them up and approached. The man smelled the fragrance of roses in the water vapor, and he felt like a tiger sniffing the roses. He lowered his head and stopped, his chest heaving violently.

The young man lying under him raised his chin slightly, the water droplets slid over the jawbone, and stopped along the blue blood vessels in the fossa of the neck, where it could be easily broken.

Why hesitate?Treat me as a gift, not a sharp knife. Jesus was nailed to the cross, and he slowly realized that sacrificing his flesh and blood is the best punishment for the world.

Fuck it, redemption.

The sky finally darkened, the bed was like sea waves, carrying the tumbling desire, the arched spine, the strong waist, the sweat was flowing wantonly, and the man's passionate panting was the achievement of youth.

Love me, love me, the more you love, the more pain you will have, when I put the dagger into your body, will you cry, as desperate as I was when I died.

The young man's catering to him and the upturned corners of his mouth made the man feel surrounded by warmth. He began to speed up his attack and play games on the surface, and then willingly offered everything he had.

After the passionate curtain call, he was a seasoned hunter after all. The young man was smiling, but he felt that he was crying loudly, being extremely obedient and rebellious, and that he had lost completely.

Early the next morning, the sky was surprisingly clean and clear after the rain. For the first time, Jian Shou did not suffer from insomnia. After waking up, he was very energetic and his temper improved a little. When he went downstairs, he greeted the nanny with a smile.

The nanny responded a little flattered, this gentleman has been in the Yin family for a while, and although he is not sent to look down on them, he is not so approachable, like the moon can only be picked by mortals if it is reflected in the water.

Jian Shou originally thought he would catch a cold, but unexpectedly he didn't. He refused the ginger soup brought by the nanny, it was too bitter.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Yin Zhong should still be in the company at this time. Apart from other wildness, the man has always been very dedicated.

Yin Zhong, who was in a meeting, suddenly sneezed, and everyone turned their attention to him, and then quickly turned their eyes away.

After a while, the company chat group was swiped by "Mr. Yin has a cold", "Why do you have a cold?", "I've never seen a sick one before!", "Could it be infected by a bed partner?"...

The people who came behind and didn't know why saw the rare excitement in the group, and began to give out red envelopes, which seemed to be a celebration of the whole world, and the group was crooked again.

Yin Zhong came home on time at 17:45, and the clock on the wall clicked. Jian Shou stood in front of the window, holding a glass of red wine, and smiled back at him.

The curtains fell by his feet, and the floor was spread elegantly. His prince took a sip of wine to welcome his return, only momentarily intoxicated.

Yin Zhong is used to Jian Shou's hot and cold, he seems to be treated as a toy. When Jian Shou is in a good mood, he will tease him, and when he is in a bad mood, he will stab a hedgehog in his heart.

He walked over, took the red wine glass from Jian Shou's hand, and led him towards the dining table: "Drink less wine, if you are hungry, eat first, don't wait for me."

Jian Shou sat down without moving his chopsticks, he just rested his chin on his hands and looked at Yin Zhong: "I want to go to Soul tomorrow."

Yin Zhong slowed down for him: "Lin Yu told you?"

Jian Shou blinked: "Can't you tell me?" Since that day, Yin Zhong has been making arrangements, very covertly, but Jian Shou always has a way to detect it.

Yin Zhong expressed his denial: "The scene will be chaotic at that time." In fact, Jian Shou will not be hurt because he sent someone to protect him. He just thinks that Jian Shou will hate it and be afraid to recall the original scene. He doesn't want to make him sad.

"Then help me go in~" Yin Zhong put down his chopsticks and began to think seriously, obviously acting coquettishly, but as if the order could not be refused.

Jian Shouhui climbed up Yin Zhong's branch that went deep into Ling Xiao, hoping to use his strength to bring down those three people, but at this time, only Liang Ze was being targeted by Yin Zhong.

Jian Shou's sharp eyes were blocked by the fingers placed on his forehead. Zhang Ji and Zhou Xun's insolent, obscene and contemptuous tones he always remembered firmly. Since Liang Ze was about to die, how could he not take them with him?

Step by step, Jian Shou will not miss any opportunity, besides, some things are not finished until they are witnessed.

The silence seemed to be only for a moment, and Yin Zhong signaled Jian Shou to have a good meal: "I sent two people to follow you that day." There are many people, but it attracts attention.

Jian Shou nodded and smiled again. It would be better to have a helper to assist him.

Yin Zhong's approach is considered insurance. Liang Ze's father, Liang Yi, is now waiting to retire in a safe and secure manner. He dare not make mistakes in matters related to the policy. His son's drug trafficking is well hidden. Pass him as a father.

No one below dared to touch Liang Ze, firstly because of his father's high position and authority, and secondly because there was no evidence, but Yin Zhong could plan both of them, but it took a lot of time and effort.

People who have been in the political circle for so long, even if they really have a good career, it is impossible to have no political opponents. Liang Yi's political opponent is Xu Heke, the head of the procuratorate.

Decades have passed, and some entanglements have become more and more difficult to tell which is right and which is wrong, but if there is real evidence, Xu Heke will not let this matter go, and the superiors are cracking down on some problematic officials again, which coincides with a good time.

With Yin Zhong's current status, he is not qualified to visit Xu Heke directly, but two days ago when he informed him of his intention to come through Xu Heke's cronies, Xu Heke personally interviewed him in private.

In Xu Heke's private courtyard, the furniture is all sandalwood, and the walls are covered with Xu Heke's ink paintings. The vigorous and powerful strokes reveal the accumulation of years and his own lofty ambitions.

In the blue and white tea cup in front of him is the top-quality Dahongpao, and the billowing green smoke carries the bitterness of the tea.

Xu Heke, who was sitting in the top position, was nearly sixty years old, with a well-combed back hair but few silver strands, short brow tails that flew into the temples, and the skin under his eyes was loose but still resolute. Xu Heke was also looking at Yin Zhong.

Before the meeting, he had already investigated the background of this young man. He was born in the underworld and was laundered by entertainment companies. At the same time, the industry involved other things. He is a rising star with means and courage.

But it was not enough to make him look sideways. What really attracted him was the evidence in Yin Zhong's hand, the evidence that could completely bring down Liang Yi.

Although Xu Heke is in a high position, he is restrained in some aspects. He just wonders whether Yin Zhong has other motives: "You and Liang Yi have nothing against each other, why do you do this?"

Yin Chong took a sip of the tea and noodles, but didn't drink it: "I don't have a holiday with Liang Yi, but I have with his son."

He spoke very calmly, as if this festival was nothing more than a trivial one, but Xu Heke could hear the weight of it. After all, directly destroying the entire Liang family could not be a small festival.

Xu Heke calmed down a little, and made the last test: "What do you want from me?"

Yin Zhong put down the teacup, raised his eyes immersed in the depths of the trench, "I want Liang Ze to die before he is executed."

This level of drug trafficking must be the death penalty. Yin Zhong's request is very simple and very real. Xu Heke is very satisfied with this transaction. The two of them talked about some details in detail and then said goodbye.

The cup of tea has not been touched from the beginning to the end. This is the vigilance of dangerous animals. Xu Heke glanced at the completely cold tea and felt sorry for wasting it.

At this time, a young man in Tang suit came out from behind the screen, his appearance was no less than that of Xu Heke's. The branches and leaves of Wannian bamboo blocked his face, and only a beautiful groove was visible on his well-shaped chin.

"Father, let me go too."

Xu Heke waved his hand, yes, his son has been very assertive since he was a child, and he wasn't worried that he would cause trouble.

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On the dance floor of Soul, there are degenerate young people who are drunk and addicted to alcohol and powder, their eyes are dazzled and they lose themselves, swinging and twisting their bodies to the heavy metal music.

They are like hollow dead wood on the edge of a cliff, maybe they will fall into the bottomless abyss in the next second, and then be smashed to pieces in the strong wind.

Liang Ze, Zhou Xun and Zhang Ji, as long as they are still in this city, they will gather at Soul to spend time every Friday night, and at this time, the new prey of this week will be sent to serve them in the exclusive box.

Today, Liang Ze was the latest to arrive at the scene, and he was fined three drinks as soon as he arrived. Zhou Xun slapped him on the shoulder: "Dude, I haven't seen you for two weeks, where did you go?"

The light in Liang Ze's eyes flickered: "Didn't my mother go to the manor? I'll go with her."

Zhang Jiyu said: "Accompany the queen mother? So honest? We can't believe it." But he didn't ask any further, there is a boundary between the best friends, so we can't disappoint.

The three of them drank a few more glasses of wine with ice, and took a few puffs of pleasurable white smoke. Zhou Xun couldn't hold back any longer: "I haven't been to the club for more than half a month. Hurry up and call the newcomer here." Let go of the fire."

Zhang Ji rolled a few dice, but failed to guess the number correctly: "Let's have some fun, luck is not very good recently, to ward off evil spirits." He likes to share a prey with his brother, just like attacking a city together, full of pleasure.

The light in the box is dim, like a palace sunken into the water, there is a seductive halo and the danger of swallowing people, some people will suffocate to death in the water, and then they will be gnawed off their flesh and blood, and the white bones will grow out of the mud covered in the mud. Sawtoothed aquatic plants.

The door was opened, and someone walked in, ready to complete this extravagant sacrifice.

The three of them looked towards the door at the same time. The person who came was completely wrapped in a black lace erotic dress. The lace that clings to the body outlines a perfect body line, a slender waist and a straight buttocks.

Under the hollow silk thread is the white and tender skin that is looming, and the black belt is wrapped around the thigh, making people want to see whether the skin under the belt has been pressed out red marks.

The body alone is fascinating, but what about his face?There was a lace mask on the prey's face, leaving only the fiery red lips and another snow-red rose on the ear, which complement each other perfectly.

They couldn't see their faces, but they still felt so beautiful, so uniquely beautiful, so amazingly beautiful, the three of them, smelling of alcohol, fell into obsession for a while.

The young man raised the corners of his lips slightly, and walked towards them unhurriedly. He did not deliberately show off his steps, but it touched the heartstrings of the men. Without the temptation of secret words, it was the most deadly.

Liang Ze watched him walk over. The elf jumping in the forest in the dark was as harmless as a rabbit, and his heart suddenly beat uncontrollably.

He felt that this person looked familiar, but he immediately denied the conjecture in his heart, not to mention that that person would not be put into the club at all, and he definitely didn't want to come here again.

After figuring it out, Liang Ze put aside the last burden, hoping to indulge his prey.

Zhang Ji pulled the prey into his arms almost the moment the prey approached, and the young man seemed to fall on Zhang Ji's body unprepared, but it was not heavy.

Zhou Xun said three "fucking shit" in a row, expressing his admiration for the quality of soul's selection. He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch his waist, but was staggered without any trace.

The young man slipped out of Zhang Ji's arms nimbly, half kneeling in front of the table to mix drinks for them, his technique was skillful, not flashy but fast, the wine in the glass turned golden orange in the blink of an eye.

Like a maple leaf in late autumn, Jian Shou lowered his eyes and fingers fluttered. He listened to the conversation behind him, the voice was so familiar and engraved into his soul, but after the first madness, this time he has been able to restrain his emotions very well.

A colorless and tasteless hallucinogen was added to the wine. The heavier the dose, the greater the damage to the body, and it may even leave irreversible sequelae. Jane kept her hands down.

He held the goblet in his fingertips, and handed a cup to Zhang Ji and a cup to Zhou Xun. He knelt on the ground and was shorter than them, pleasing them with his attitude of absolute obedience.

Zhang Ji and Zhou Xun took it, sniffed it first, and after making sure there was nothing wrong with the wine, they boasted a few words and then drank it in one gulp.

The wine flows down the throat, smooth as silk, and you can even feel how the sweetness after bitterness goes down the throat to the stomach. The wine is really well blended, and it seems that the previous praise is perfunctory.

The third glass of wine was passed to Liang Ze, and the gesture of offering his hands was very flattering, but Liang Ze didn't take it for a long time, he wanted to see how the prey would react.

The young man seemed to be embarrassed by Liang Ze's hesitation, he bit his lower lip habitually, leaving lovely tooth marks on his full lips.

The young man tilted his head slightly, stretched out his hand to pluck the rose by his ear, hesitantly, and finally handed it to Liang Ze firmly, like a elk coming with a flower, cautiously fawning over it.

Liang Ze felt his heart was about to jump out. He took the rose with one hand and the wine glass with the other, and drank it clean under Jian Shou's watchful eyes.

This glass of wine was very delicious, and it fermented in his stomach quickly. He watched the young man stand up from the ground, patted the dust on his knees, and felt relaxed.

Liang Ze raised his hand to pull the young man into his arms, but felt strangely that his arm became very heavy. It was as if a string of spells had been injected into his mind, and everything around him began to change abstractly.

The soul is trapped in a colorful circle, being thrown and pulled, he feels uncomfortable and addicted, something wants to break through the cage of consciousness and come out to commit a crime.

He began to become less like himself, and began to weave illusions for himself. The second he fell completely, he saw the young man take off his mask.

It was unbelievably beautiful, but also unbelievably familiar, the rose in his hand was taken away by him, and then torn into pieces.

Liang Ze turned hard on Jian Shou's face again.