Chapter 94 Let me take another look at your wings.

Shu Mo looked at the notebook in his hand with "kind" eyes. As if sensing a malice, The Price of Truth stretched out scarlet tentacles in Shu Mo's hands, and the tenacious tentacles wrapped around Shu Mo's fingertips and wrists and continued to grow in a very short moment. , Shu Mo felt as if he was being completely swallowed up by the books in front of him, wrapped in circles of scarlet tentacles, and then wrapped in a sea of ​​blood.

But it was just an illusion that appeared for a moment. The moment Shu Mo woke up, he realized that the price of truth seemed to be more powerful and weird than when he first met him. It seemed that as he grew up, this pollutant also Changing with him.

On the cover of the book page, the shape of a holy cicada appeared faintly. Shu Mo was silent for a moment and said,

"What is your purpose?"

[Assisting you and staying by your side, this is my mission. 】

"According to your description, you should stay with Xi Cai." Shu Mo said: "No matter how you look at it, Xi Cai is more like the new Pillar God."

The Price of Truth made no move for a moment.

After a moment, it turned slowly, and each page seemed to have thick, scarlet blood flowing through it. After a moment, a character slowly appeared on the top of the page:

[? ]

Shu Mo: "?"

The Price of Truth continued to flip:

[Have you made your decision? ]

These sudden words made Shu Mo's eyes freeze.

[After releasing ■ from the cage, he will expand his own domain and wrap half of the second floor inside. By then, everything in the tower will be swallowed by it;

if he chooses to continue to imprison him, ■ will gradually decline. Rest and die, and become the nourishment of ■. 】

The Price of Truth seems to have seen branches that may appear in the future and made predictions. Its ability has indeed become stronger. Now it can even predict the future of Xi. Before, the Price of Truth did not dare to interact with Xi. Any contact.

It does not indicate which option is better, but only informs Shu Mo that there are two futures.

pick one of two.

Between Xi and Xi, who should he choose?

"There must be other ways." Shu Mo's face was a little cold: "You know what I will choose, don't pretend to be confused."

The price of truth was slowly turned in Shu Mo's hands, and he gave people an extremely obvious feeling. , that is this thing...a living creature.

Shu Mo's attitude was extremely tough and there was no room for accommodation. No one could stop him from merging Xi and Xi, not even themselves.

The dark cover slowly outlines the shape of the holy cicada. There, the pure white cicada trembles slightly, and then slowly grows

another wing.

On the left back of the holy cicada, which had only one wing, a pure white wing slowly grew out, quietly making up for the missing parts of the back.

At this moment, he finally became whole.

The price of truth seemed to be hesitating. He thought and hesitated, but only for a short time.

The pages of the book turned again, revealing a line of small scarlet words:

[Is this your choice? ]

Shu Mo frowned, and before he could respond, The Price of Truth continued:

[The key to fusion lies in your choice and your transformation. ]

[Transformation requires sacrifices and sacrifices. 】

Shu Mo: "..."

Shu Mo: "What sacrifice?"

His heartbeat gradually accelerated, and the scarlet words seemed to carry a rush of blood, which made people feel terrified.

The Price of Truth slowly turned the page, and another line of words appeared at the top:

[You are about to become complete, Shu Mo. 】

That sentence was like a lover's murmur, and it seemed like some kind of unchangeable fate. The scarlet tentacles stretched out from the inside of the page and wrapped Shu Mo's body unexpectedly. The sound of the tentacles stretching and contracting came out. In his ears, he felt like a captured cicada, his pupils shrank for a moment, his body was tightly wrapped by the ubiquitous bloody tentacles, the sound of surging flesh and blood came, like a bloody flower blooming, the truth The price slowly unfolded to the extreme. Inside it, a bloody stamen slowly bloomed, with a vicious and dirty beauty, as if it was a combination of violence and beauty.

Under Shu Mo's gaze, a pale hand with slender joints stretched out from the center of the flower. His hand seemed to be holding an eyeball. In front of him, Shu Mo's struggle was suppressed, and the hand She pressed it on his lips like that, and then fed him one of the eyes in her palm.

It seemed like a dedication, and it seemed like some kind of bloody ritual.

With a grunt, Shu Mo felt a round thing being swallowed by him. The black-haired young man even felt as if he was suffocating, and then there was an indescribable tingling sensation. He staggered and almost fell to the ground, feeling a lump in his throat. Full of the smell of blood, the black-haired young man coughed, and then realized that he tore off the notebook in his hand and ate most of it without even noticing it.

Shu Mo felt that his throat was filled with the sticky smell of blood. In his hands, The Price of Truth hung half-dead, and the edge of the page was dripping with blood like a broken wound. Shu Mo slowly took a step back. Just now, As if he had lost his mind, he tore open the pollutants in front of him, tore out the pages of the book in his hand one by one, and ate them into his mouth as if he were eating some kind of delicacy.

The black-haired young man had never felt like this before. He was so hungry that he was about to lose his mind. Suddenly, the hunger exploded and seemed to swallow him whole.

His sudden appetite was like a glutton, and he couldn't help but eat most of the price of truth. During the whole process, the other party remained motionless and showed no resistance, allowing Shu Mo to move as if he was being slaughtered.

When he woke up, everything was over. There was still blood on his lips. The black-haired young man shook the book in his hand, but The Price of Truth did not give any response.

The pages of the book that seemed so alive just now seemed as silent as death. Shu Mo's pupils shrank slightly. He shook the book in his hand and kept saying:

"Are you okay?"

"Hey, you just did it. What."

Shu Mo held this dark book and kept pouring power into it in an attempt to heal the other party, but with little success.

"What did you feed me...?"

Shu Mo felt that his body seemed to be undergoing some kind of change. His body began to heat up. There was no movement in The Price of Truth, and only the image of the torn page reflected in the book. A line of crooked words:

- Sacrifice.

Shu Mo looked at the book in his hand. His heartbeat was getting faster and faster. Small sweat broke out on the forehead of the black-haired young man. His eyes were filled with heat and he had a splitting headache. This was the same as when he won the crown. A similar feeling, as if a certain part of him was absorbing some kind of power and becoming complete.

The hungry appetite came again. Shu Mo stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to tear off a page, but when he was about to reach out, he paused.

The price of truth is an extremely special pollutant, which is fundamentally different from other level five pollutants, but even it is not enough to completely transform Shu Mo.

The black-haired young man's fingertips were trembling, and he felt unprecedented pain. He searched for the source of the pain, and then found that it was his back.

There was a sharp stinging sensation on his left back, as if a wound was expanding behind him and slowly tearing open, with blood oozing out from the inside.

The moist touch was accompanied by the faint smell of blood. Almost at that moment, the warm blood soaked the clothes on Shu Mo's back.

After realizing Shu Mo's choice, The Price of Truth chose sacrifice without hesitation.

His movements were quick, not giving Shu Mo time to react, but at the same time, it didn't seem like it was enough for Shu Mo to completely transform. It almost seemed like a mistake.

But soon, Shu Mo realized what the price of truth was doing.

Just when the black-haired young man couldn't control himself and tore his clothes, the door of the room slowly opened. At this moment, the only other man who could walk in here besides Shu Mo slowly walked in, his high heels stepping on the floor. The crisp sound made Shu Mo in the room pause.

"What are you doing?" came the director's voice. He raised his eyebrows, and there was a rare moment of surprise on his cold face.

Because at this moment, Shu Mo was half-kneeling on the ground, with his upper body naked, reaching out his hand to nibble on the box on the table.

The heartbeat coming from that simple little box gradually stopped, and then completely lost its life.

But it also fulfilled its mission: from beginning to end, this box itself was prepared for Shu Mo.

The director narrowed his eyes slightly and used his authority to completely lock the laboratory, so that the entire room became an inaccessible cage. In the cage, only the two of them were left.

The man's red eyes opened slightly, and there was a trace of interest in his crimson eyes, looking at Shu Mo who was kneeling on the ground eating food without even paying attention to his arrival.

"Shu Mo."

The man's thick voice sounded slowly, like some kind of strings, making a pleasant sound that made the eardrums soften. Even though it was so confusing and faintly hypnotic, it could make the brain dizzy. Let Shu Mo, who was addicted to eating at this time, look back.

Licking the wound and chewing the sound, Shu Mo held the box in his hand and concentrated so much that he forgot about everything else. It wasn't until the man's footsteps came to his side that the black-haired young man slowly raised his head and looked at The director suddenly appeared.

At that moment, the director's eyes widened slightly, as if he was taken away by the scene in front of him.

The handsome young man with black hair was hunched over. His upper body was naked and his clothes were half taken off. It was as if he had just lost his mind due to severe pain and was tearing his clothes violently. Under the illumination of the light, His half-naked body exuded a sickly whiteness, and his skin, which had not seen the sun, was illuminated by the cold white light, but revealed a dazzling green charm.

He held a box in his hands.

There was blood on his lips, and the thick blood stood on the dark hair, dragging a bright red mark on the face.

Shu Mo's green eyes were clear, but as if he had lost his mind. They reflected the director's face, but could not reflect the look in his eyes.

On the left back of the black-haired young man, a narrow, soft wound slowly opened, and warm blood gushes out. In it, a little bit of holy white light loomed, and the pure white wings seemed to be about to fully expand. Break free from the shackles of □□.

The director looked at this scene.

According to external propaganda, the saint who redeemed the world and was respected by everyone was now half-naked and kneeling in the room.

Tearing at the "medicine" prepared by Life Factory for the director.

If it weren't for the fact that Shu Mo's current state was obviously not right, and Shu Mo's attitude towards him was the same as before.

The director would really be mistaken.

Shu Mo came back at this time and entered his office just to...seduce him here.

A drop of bright red blood fell on the corner of Shu Mo's eye, like a red mole lying at the end of his eye.

It is small and delicate, as if it was born there. If you look closely, you can see that it is a bit dazzling, which makes people want to take the red mole in their mouth, lick it and kiss it gently.

"Shu Mo." The director looked at the scene in front of him. He bent down and said, "You know, I'm not a good person."

The man said softly, "That's why you look like this now." "

Are you trying to seduce me? "

Shu Mo looked at him, his eyes were empty, only the instinct of eating.

Hungry.

Very hungry.

Even if I dig out the contents of the box and eat them, even if I swallow them in big mouthfuls, I am still hungry.

His stomach was like a big hole, and he wanted to swallow everything in it. Even if Shu Mo swallowed everything in the box, he couldn't seem to be satisfied.

The person in front of him seemed to be talking about something, his pale lips opened and closed, and his flawless face dangled in front of Shu Mo.

Looks very delicious.

Physically delicious.

Shu Mo licked his lips and swept the tip of his tongue in front of the director. The black-haired young man's eyes became hot when he looked at the director. The mole at the corner of his eye curved for a moment and raised his lips towards the director.

Even the director was stunned for a moment when he saw Shu Mo like this.

He really almost thought that Shu Mo seemed to long for him very, very much, so much so that he would rush forward to throw himself into his arms the next second, his eyes filled with the color of extreme longing.

"Why did you eat this?" The director looked at the box in Shu Mo's hand, and his tone did not sound like he was scolding: "But this was originally given to you, haha."

The man raised his body, his long matte blue hair Falling down his shoulder: "This is something I got from the Life Factory with great difficulty, Shu Mo."

The director raised his lips slightly, his eyes were crimson, and with the light behind him, they were so red that it made people laugh. With stern eyes: "Do you like the taste of it? Shu Mo."

Looking at the man's smiling face, Shu Mo seemed to be so seduced that he couldn't control himself. He dropped the things in his hands, then raised his body and walked towards the director. .

The blue-haired man stood there and stared coldly. The black-haired young man with a holy aura and clean smell opened his hand and hugged him.

Shu Mo just hugged the man in front of him, as if he was afraid that the director would run away in the next second, and locked his hands behind his back. Seeing that the man did not struggle, Shu Mo seemed very satisfied, and even joy burst out of his throat. Laughing, he then pressed his head on the man's chest, his fluffy black hair rubbing against the director's white coat.

The director lowered his head slightly, and then the man fell silent.

"You soiled my white coat."

Shu Mo still kept rubbing his head and humming like a puppy. The director was very interested in his current state - of course, he wanted to shut Shu Mo down. Entering the containment room, followed by a little interest in anatomical research.

This kind of impulse has not appeared for a long time. The director lowered his head and saw a beautiful scene: Shu Mo's clothes were almost completely torn apart by him. At this time, the black-haired young man was only wearing thin clothes on his upper body, and under his On his back, the narrow gap expanded slightly. In the blur of flesh and blood, the wound slowly extended, and the holy, new wings were about to break free from it.

As if urging something urgently, Shu Mo let out a whimper from his throat, but the man ignored him at this moment. The director's attention was completely focused on the wound on Shu Mo's back, and he could faintly see the edge of the wings.

The pure white light trembled gently and was wrapped in flesh and blood. Shu Mo's eyes were heavy. The director chuckled softly and did not hide his interest. When Shu Mo was defenseless, the man stretched out his hand. He seemed to want to touch the wound on his rear.

"You really surprised me, Shu Mo..." There was a hint of smile in the director's voice, and the blood in that eye became darker and darker, blooming like a large poppy, cold and gorgeous.

Shu Mo raised his face and stared blankly at the man in front of him. From his perspective and height, he could just see the man's fair neck.

His lips seemed to be touching the director's delicate skin, and it felt like he was touching the body, but it didn't seem like he was touching a living thing.

Ice cold.

hard.

Looking at the director's slender neck, Shu Mo seemed to be very eager. He pressed his lips to the top and kept humming. He held the director's hand harder and harder. Finally, as if he couldn't restrain himself, Shu Mo stretched out his arms. He took out his tongue and licked it, then took a bite without hesitation!

At this moment, the director's fingers also inserted into his wound, touching the holy wings. At that moment, Shu Mo's whole body seemed to be going crazy as if he had received extremely terrifying stimulation. His eyes were red, and his teeth were biting tightly at the resident's neck, trying to bite open his throat, tear his skin, and bite his flesh.

Then.

He didn't bite anything.

The director's fingers moved slowly and touched the wing that had been exposed for a while. It felt wonderful and comfortable, making people just want more and more. But at this moment, Shu Mo let out an extremely aggrieved sound. With a hum, he slowly took a step away and looked at the man in front of him, his eyes red and in disbelief.

His mouth was still open, his teeth were sore, and he looked at the director's neck with trembling fingers.

Only two teeth marks were left on the neck.

"Let me touch you." The man's voice was itchy and deep: "Huh?"

Shu Mo looked at him blankly, as if he was greatly shocked and aggrieved. He glanced at the director and then turned around. He rushed back towards the door. The director who was abandoned by him looked stunned. He stretched out his hand to pull the person back and trapped him in his arms: "Keep biting me."

The man said: "Stay here and don't move. Let's Let me take a good look at your wings..."

Shu Mo listened to his words and his eyes fell on his neck. The man seemed to have reacted. He narrowed his eyes and relaxed them with a smile: "I can't bite you. Just change the place."

The director stretched out his hand and put his wrist in front of Shu Mo, but his eyes fell on his back. Shu Mo hesitated for a while before opening his mouth to bite him. The director was just about to turn him over. Playing with it, I saw the young man loosened his mouth for a moment, and then his eyes became even redder.

Director: "..."

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the two tooth marks on his wrist. The man's eyes were suspicious and his look hurt Shu Mo deeply. The black-haired young man punched him. He turned around and left. The director didn't care about his actions. The man held him down. Seeing that Shu Mo was still trying to struggle, he said coldly:

"Don't move."

Seeing the appearance of the black-haired young man, the director slowly stretched out his arms. He took action and cut his wrist open. His blood was thick and the color was a strange color close to black and blue. If you look carefully, you can see that the wound was even slowly healing itself, strangely not like a living thing.

"Drink." The director put his wrist to Shu Mo's lips. The black-haired young man seemed to hesitate for a moment. The director looked at him and suddenly felt that he was being disliked by the person in front of him.

The director waited patiently. As if he was testing poison, Shu Mo stuck out his tongue and tasted the taste vigilantly. He found that he was not poisoned to death and was alive and well. Then the black-haired young man held the director's hand and sipped it slowly. Peck and drink, licking the director's wounds while holding his arm, as if afraid of others fighting for it.

"Drink, good boy." The director whispered. He turned Shu Mo around in his arms and saw what happened in front of him as he wished:

on Shu Mo's left back, the delicate, pure white cicada The wings slowly stretched out, spreading out from the wound at a slow but continuous speed. This view was so perfect that people couldn't take their eyes away. The director's gaze was obsessed with it. It felt like a man falling on it at any time. He went to lick the wound, and his breathing stopped. The moment he saw the wings being completely exposed to the air at a slow and trembling speed, the director almost lost his mind and was entranced. , like falling into a dream.

"It's so perfect..."

A sigh escaped from his mouth, and the man slowly stretched out his hand. At this moment, the director had no other feelings in his heart, except that he wanted to touch and caress him with his own hands. This made him extremely excited. Obsessed wings.

A feeling of pressure came from behind, and the feeling of wind across the air fell on the newborn wings, causing Shu Mo's spirit to tremble suddenly, and an indescribable sense of pain came. Shu Mo seemed to have come to his senses and let go of his hand. He turned around and saw the director with a smile on his face, reaching out his hand to touch his wings.

Touch his wings.

Shu Mo: "..."

With a whoosh, the director's fingers paused and pressed against his smooth back.

Shu Mo turned around and looked at the man.

Behind him, the holy cicada wings seemed to be just a flash in the pan, disappearing like an illusion. He was almost about to touch it, but in the end he watched it dissipate.

The man's pupils shrank for a moment. He slowly lowered his head and saw that the black-haired young man's lips were still stained with blood, and there was an indescribable astringent taste in his mouth.

Shu Mo looked at the director in front of him and showed a slight smile:

"Thank you, director."

"I seemed to have lost control just now..."

The director's body pressed closer. At this moment, the aura on his body was too terrifying: "Thank you very much for your talents! Did I just do something to you? I'm really sorry. I will make up for it... Wow!"

Shu Mo stared at the director with wide eyes, lowering his head, and kissed him on the lips.

The man's hands tightened and his fingers were caressing back and forth on his back. It was not erotic pressure, but constant caressing and testing as if searching for something.

"It's so beautiful." The director murmured and sighed: "It's really beautiful."

"Let me take another look, Shu Mo." The director held his waist and he looked into Shu Mo's green eyes, fascinated. He begged Shu Mo: "Let me see your wings again..."

As if he had lost his soul, the man hugged Shu Mo and kept repeating this sentence:

"It's so beautiful..."