Chapter 95 Xi: Xi forced you to do it, right?

The director's hand pressed on his shoulder, which was very cold.

Shu Mo struggled for a while, but could not break away from the director's hand. His limbs were weak and his body was a little weak due to the transformation just now. His upper body was still exposed to the air. Shu Mo could feel the director's eyes on him. , swept over like substance.

Shu Mo knew that he was disgusted with other people's contact. Even not long ago, he was still disgusted with every move of the director, but maybe it was because the director's gaze, even if it was extremely hot, made Shu Mo unable to get bored.

Because he noticed that the emotions emerging in the eyes of the person in front of him were more intense than lust.

It was more like wanting to put him on the experimental table to be dissected, and it was frightening, just like the feeling of a white mouse facing a cold scalpel.

The black-haired young man's face was paler, his lips were a little lighter, and there was a layer of sweat on his short black hair, which stuck to the side of his face.

His upper body was naked, and his figure was thin but tall and slender. The blood that had just been spattered was still on his neck, splashing on his fair skin.

Looking at the director's eyes, Shu Mo was a little worried about his own safety.

It felt like I was back when I first entered the laboratory, worried that if I wasn't careful, I would become an experimental subject in the hands of the director.

But the young man suddenly remembered that the person he was now was no longer the person he was at the beginning, and the person he was now was not the person he was at the beginning.

His slightly tense shoulders relaxed as if vigilant, and the director's gaze kept falling on him. Seeing this scene, the man said: "Let me see your wings."

In fact, this was Shu Mo's first time seeing him . to your own wings.

But a blurry scene flashed through his mind, as if... he had seen such wings before, on him, but only one.

At that time, he was incomplete and fragile, but now Shu Mo is complete. His wings have grown neatly, as if the defects that have existed since birth have finally been satisfied at this moment, allowing his body to All have undergone some kind of change.

Shu Mo was in a trance, but found a cold hand on his shoulder blade. The black-haired young man came back to his senses instantly and looked at the person in front of him warily.

To be honest, if the director hadn't appeared in time, Shu Mo might have completely swallowed the price of truth due to extreme hunger, or rushed out of the room, and the joke would have been too big.

Even Shu Mo himself didn't know what he would do at that time, but in other words, can it be considered that The Price of Truth has predicted the subsequent development and made corresponding actions at that time?

It was as if the director would be the first to appear here no matter what, and then help Shu Mo through his transformation.

The director's eyes flicked, and he said, "You just went out for a trip, and you became bad-behaved."

Shu Mo looked at him, the black-haired young man blinked, and his green eyes looked at the director, so The long tone was a tone that would make people disgusted and contradictory. Shu Mo opened his mouth and suddenly said:

"In your eyes, did I look very well-behaved before leaving the laboratory?"

The director narrowed his eyes slightly, as if He was thinking about something, and then the man shook his head: "No."

Shu Mo couldn't help but curled his lips, but soon he saw the man's face change rapidly: "Turn around."

The director's eyes Yin Hongruxue: "Or do you want me to help you?"

At that moment, the doting feeling that appeared briefly during the conversation dissipated like the wind. The director stretched out his hand and tapped Shu Mo's eyebrows. His fingertips were still cold, cold. Shu Mo knew the director's character and knew that the other person might turn against him in the next second, but the black-haired young man still shook his head.

"I don't know what to do."

Shu Mo said, his tone seemed very genuine: "I don't even know why I became like this."

The director's eyes darkened, and he turned the young man over. , and saw that the other person was slightly lowered, as if he was not used to being exposed to other people's eyes. Shu Mo curled up his legs and forced himself not to make a too contradictory posture, but still stretched out his hand to hold him down. His shoulders flinched for a moment.

"It hurts." Shu Mo couldn't help but say. The director pressed the soft flesh under his hand. Shu Mo's whole body tensed up. Instead, his entire gracefully curved waistline was exposed. The black-haired young man's Half of his body was covered by long shadows, like a naked lamb.

The man didn't speak. His eyes swept over Shu Mo's body. Shu Mo was really sure that the person behind him... really didn't mean that to him at this moment.

So he allowed the director to put his hand on his back and hold down the wound that had just appeared but was now completely healed.

There, there was only a shallow scar left, with a pink texture, and it was swept by the director's fingertips like a scar that had drained out all the blood and was about to be completely closed.

Shu Mo winced.

He had an ominous premonition.

Wouldn't the director try to press on his wound and then dig out his wings...?

The corners of the black-haired young man's eyes twitched and he said, "Don't dig!"

The director's fingers paused, and the blue-haired man pressed his fingertips there, and said calmly: "You have to give it a try, right?"

He was like jade. There were neat nails on her fingers, which were currently pressing on the piece of tender meat, as if they would dig into it in the next second, destroying the wound in front of her without hesitation, just to replace the wings she just saw. now.

The dreamlike scenery seemed to have fascinated the director. He said in a consultative tone: "I will cure you, how about it?"

"That doesn't sound good." Shu Mo said, "You Another way."

"Oh? I think this is the fastest way."

"If you do that, I will die in front of you." Shu Mo said, "When I die, I will become an unjust soul. I won't let you go."

"No," the man said calmly after listening to his words: "If you take the 'medicine' from the Life Factory, you will only be resurrected and then be killed. I... take care of you."

"You seemed to have said something very strange just now," Shu Mo slowly frowned and said suspiciously.

"Do you want to say that I just said that if you die, I will imprison you and raise you in captivity, prepare the best holding room and room for you, and then hold you and feed you?"

"Well, that's it. "It sounds good."

"...I heard it wrong." Shu Mo took a step back slowly, and he heard the person behind him chuckle, but the smile gave people an extremely cold feeling. From beginning to end, no matter how many things he has experienced, the director is still so...perverted.

"Shu Mo," the man said softly, "you are very interesting."

"You have always been the most interesting." The director lowered his head. Shu Mo could not see the scene behind him, but could only feel some kind of soft and resilient feeling. The thing was flung out with a "swish", and the director's mouth slowly cracked open. His one eye blinked slowly. Under the beautiful face, there was a slowly extending black and blue... The moment his tongue, the forked tip of the tongue slowly touched the young man's skin, he tasted a pleasant sweet taste oozing out from inside the wound.

Goosebumps appeared all over Shu Mo's body. The strange touch behind him made him frown. He subconsciously wanted to turn around, but he saw the ferocious scene in the reflection cast by the director.

Shu Mo was silent for a moment, and finally chose to act as if he hadn't seen anything. The man's tongue licked the wound. It was itchy, numb, and made the body tremble slightly. The director seemed to be licking the wound. His cut flesh seeped into it bit by bit, coating it with a layer of crystal saliva.

"So sweet..."

The director seemed to sigh, and Shu Mo felt restless. He finally couldn't control himself and wanted to stand up, but at that moment he was choked by the man and licked harder: "Don't move. "

A snake-like hiss sounded. Shu Mo pursed his lips and raised his hand uncontrollably. There was a little white light in his eyes. Just when his patience was about to reach zero, the director finally raised his body, and then, He stroked the long and slender wound, and his eyes that had turned into vertical pupils opened wider, injecting some strength into them.

It was like flesh and blood being broken, and like the buzzing sound of cicada wings constantly flapping.

Shu Mo let out a muffled groan in his throat. He turned around subconsciously and saw the dreamlike cicadas stretching out from behind him in the cold laboratory. wing.

The pure white light emitted from the top of the wings was brighter than the incandescent lamp above the head, but it was soft and warm.

It was like a piece of art, stretching out from the back of the black-haired young man and waving gently in the air.

Shu Mo stared at this scene in a daze, and even he himself lost consciousness for a moment, but a force falling on his wings made his body shake violently, and the director let out a muffled laugh. He was so excited. After the extreme, the smile is like a cold predator seeing its prey.

His tongue slowly stretched out, and the long blue-black tongue glowed with oil and stretched out in the air. The ugly and ferocious tongue landed directly on Shu Mo's wings, with indescribable greed and desire. .

This scene was like blasphemy. The vicious flesh tongue wrapped around Shu Mo's cicada wings, leaving wet and sticky traces on the layers of pure white wings. Shu Mo only felt that his body was being held tightly. , the man who seemed calm and mechanical just now pinched his waist, then stuck out his tongue and licked his wings over and over again.

Every contact and swipe of the tongue made Shu Mo's eyes tighten and his body tensed to the extreme. Indescribable pain and excitement came. Shu Mo looked at the face in front of him and hesitated for a moment. , and finally pushed the person away uncontrollably.

As if he had captured his beloved prey and was enjoying the sweet taste of Shu Mo's body, his strength was suddenly revealed. His vertical pupils slowly opened, and his whole body was like a circling poisonous snake. The blood-stained white coat showed a Large areas of purple and blue color, dirty and dirty.

"I don't like this." Shu Mo stood up slowly, his eyes turned white, and confronted the director: "Don't come over."

The wings behind him seemed to still be tingling with stress, and there was At that moment, the director's eyes passed over him, as if he wanted to grab him directly and rip off his wings. Shu Mo looked at the vertical pupil, but he had no intention of surrendering.

"Shu Mo." The man slowly retracted his tongue, but his voice still hissed like a snake: "Let's make a deal."

The man narrowed his eyes and said softly: "Give me your wings . "Okay?"

Shu Mo: "Give me your eyes, okay?"

"Okay."

The man raised his lips and reached out without hesitation. With his own eyes, Shu Mo's tone was originally slightly mocking. Now that he saw this scene, he immediately stretched out his hand to stop the director's movements. He looked at the man in front of him who had inserted his fingers into his eyes, and heard the director say: " I only have one eye. I'll trade this eye for one of your wings, okay?"

"No!" Shu Mo said, "Can you stop being like this..." The word pervert lingered on the tip of his tongue. Shu Mo finally swallowed it: "So excited."

"But I want it, Shu Mo." The man said: "I want your wings as my most perfect collection."

"I will keep it well. "The director's voice was pleasant: "Is this bad?"

Shu Mo: "..."

Shu Mo: "I don't feel good."

Shu Mo closed his eyes and then opened them, "I will be in pain. It's very uncomfortable."

He stood there and said extremely seriously: "And I don't want you to get hurt. Your eyes are best when they are on your own, right?"

The director narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming to be thinking. Looking at this question, his vertical pupils stared at Shu Mo unblinkingly. Finally, the man slowly put down his hand and his body returned to normal:

"You are right."

"These wings can only grow on your body. It's the most perfect collection,"

the director said. The temperature in the room finally changed and it was no longer cold and humid. The light moisture on Shu Mo's body also slowly dissipated. He breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know why he suddenly discovered that... He has become accustomed to this situation now, and has even become accustomed to it.

what is this……?

The director's aura became normal. He walked up to Shu Mo and looked at his naked upper body. The man took out a white coat and put it on him: "Have a good rest."

The man said, "You go back to the laboratory now. , but there are many things waiting for you to do."

The director turned and left without paying any attention to Shu Mo's behavior, and did not even mean to question him. Just like what he said, as long as Shu Mo returns to the laboratory, he can do anything in the laboratory.

This complete trust and unreasonable favoritism made Shu Mo feel more and more familiar. The black-haired young man's eyes were lowered, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, Shu Mo called the resident director, and then in front of him, he said: He heals the wounds within him.

The director stretched out his hand and asked Shu Mo to hold his wrist and adjust his body carefully. While Shu Mo was healing, he couldn't help but frown. He seemed to have turned into a doctor, looking at the patient in front of him with an expression of dismay. An expression of belief:

"Your physical condition has reached this level. The hidden wounds in your body have even begun to oppress your internal organs." Shu Mo said, "Don't you feel anything at all?"

"Really?" Director Disapprovingly: "Fighting will always leave injuries."

He had already cured the parts that could be cured. As for the parts that couldn't be cured, Shu Mo also frowned and helped him treat them. Faintly, he could tell The problem: "You never consider your own safety when fighting. If this continues, you will only get more and more injured!"

The director lowered his eyes and glanced at him. Shu Mo had no intention of avoiding him. The man was so angry. Then he turned his eyes and said: "This is not a big problem."

Shu Mo: "You must take good care of your body..." Shu Mo paused mid-sentence because he realized that the director's injury It all stems from his battle with pollutants, and how could he remain unharmed while fighting pollutants?

What's more, the person in front of him has to use himself as the core to suppress all pollutants here. The director gently raised his chin: "Isn't there you?"

"As a saint, you should be able to do it. Heal my injury?" the director said. Shu Mo was slightly startled. Seeing the expression on his face, the director stroked his chin and suddenly said: "So, your salary in the laboratory should also be increased. "It's increased."

Shu Mo: "?"

His eyes lit up slightly. No matter what Shu Mo's current status was, everyone should have been so excited when they heard about the salary increase.

The director picked up a piece of paper and wrote a string of zeros on it, yes, a whole string.

When Shu Mo saw the string of zeros, he even doubted whether he had seen it wrong. He wiped his eyes. The moment he was sure that he had seen it correctly, a joyful smile appeared on the face of the black-haired young man.

"Wait for two days and I'll give you a holiday." The director looked at him and said softly: "The Queen of the Grand Theater will soon appear in a new stage play."

"Shu Mo, come with me "Okay."

The director said, and his voice brought Shu Mo back to his senses. The man's tone softened, as if he was making an invitation to Shu Mo.

But at this moment, the only thought that appeared in Shu Mo's mind was:

At that time, the director in front of him would leave the laboratory.

Shu Mo blinked. He looked at the man in front of him and asked, "When will the stage play start?"

The director seemed to think that he agreed. The man held his hand, as if it was the first time to invite others. For a moment, the blue-haired man's bloody eyes seemed to lose some of their coldness, like sunlight shining through, revealing soft colors: "The day after tomorrow."

The director said: "I will wait for you at the Grand Theater the day after tomorrow, Shu Mo. "

The green eyes of the black-haired young man looked at the place in front of him. Their eyes met. Shu Mo saw his own look in his eyes. Then, Shu Mo saw himself nodding.

"Okay." Shu Mo said, he paused, and then asked suspiciously: "Is it paid leave?"

Director: "..."

Shu Mo stood in the huge holding room, looking ahead at the sky hanging high in the air. , a giant cocoon almost hanging from the ceiling.

He even had to raise his head to see the corner of the giant cocoon. Shu Mo's eyes were a little sore. Xi hung there, refusing to say a word to him.

In fact, Shu Mo had forced open the door to the holding room just now.

Laughing to death.

Xi didn't even want to open the door for him.

"Xi..." Shu Mo shouted loudly: "Come down, I really have something to tell you."

His voice echoed in the containment room. The next second, Shu Mo heard a soft snort. His body suddenly flew up uncontrollably, and then walked towards the door.

Shu Mo: "Wait, Xi, don't drive me away!"

Shu Mo kept struggling. He didn't know why Xi was so angry. Either he left the laboratory without saying a word, or he suddenly disappeared for a while. Isn't it just that after he came back, he still had traces and marks of Xi on his body...

Shu Mo was silent. Adding these questions together, he suddenly felt that Xi was still willing to talk to him because he had a very good temper.

"I won't leave." Shu Mo struggled in front of the gate, and a giant hand grabbed him. Like grabbing a small insect, the black-haired young man was picked up and handed to the front of the giant cocoon.

The next second, several pairs of wings slowly unfolded, and pale bone hands appeared out of thin air, supporting their master.

Xi's figure slowly walked out of the cocoon, a pure white mask covering his face. When the man raised his finger, Shu Mo flew in front of him.

Then he grabbed his neck.

"Do you think that I am a plaything in the palm of your hand, someone you can manipulate at will?"

Xi said, "You even have the aura of Xi on your body. After you had sex with him, you still dared to take him with you." The mark left in front of me?"

Xi slowly tightened his hands, as if he would grab Shu Mo's throat and strangle him to death in the next second: "Why don't I break your neck like this? Throat, and then eat your body, so that you will only belong to me."

Shu Mo felt a sharp pain slowly coming from his throat, as if he would be strangled in the next second, Xi had never been like that. What a talkative person, the moment he saw Xi's aura on Shu Mo's body, the only thought that came to his mind was to eat Shu Mo.

Swallow him into your belly, swallow him completely, and then Shu Mo will completely belong to him.

Only belongs to him.

Xi's hands slowly raised, and she squeezed the person in front of her tightly. Her tone became gentle again: "Don't be afraid, we will always be together after you die."

Shu Mo seemed to be saying something, Xi She didn't want to hear his begging for mercy or his curses, but the man still let go of his hand and heard Shu Mo say intermittently: "High..."

"So high..."

The black-haired young man's voice trembled, and his body was shaking. Shivering, even Xi was silent for a moment. After a moment, the monster with beautiful wings slowly landed on the ground. He did not hold Shu Mo's hand, but hesitated for a moment, and finally chose Give Shu Mo a chance to explain:

"Xi forced you, right?"

Xi asked in a low voice. After Shu Mo fell to the ground, he felt relieved. He was held tightly and looked at the person in front of him. The big monster stood in front, lowering his head and looking down at him. Several huge bone hands floated behind him, gesturing for him to explain quickly.

In front of Xi, Shu Mo blinked his eyes and said:

"No." The black-haired young man said word by word: "I volunteered."

Xi's hand clenched at that moment, so hard that it almost exploded. Like bones breaking out, the skeletal hands behind him also looked panicked, waving their hands in a panic and panic.

"I did it with him voluntarily," Shu Mo continued: "I told him that after everything is over, I will give him a gift."

With a "pop", the ground in the entire room seemed to slow down. The sinking spread and poured downwards like quicksand. Xi stood in front of Shu Mo without saying a word, but just dragged his body, trying to drag him into the falling darkness.

"I also told him that I like him."

With a "boom", the glass in the entire holding room completely exploded at that moment. Explosions sounded one after another. Xi's pure white, flawless mask made a clicking sound, and then Slowly, like a spider web, it broke open and shattered into white dots.

Behind the broken mask was a smiling face exactly like Nozomi.

"You're fine." The man said, "Very good."

Shu Mo and him gradually fell and sank, as if they were about to fall directly into the abyss, and were swallowed up by the darkness below. At the last moment when they were about to fall into it, Shu Mo Mo stepped forward and hugged him, whispering something in his ear.

The next second, Xi's eyes blinked slowly, and he squinted slightly. Shu Mo looked at him with a smile, and the man squinted his eyes. His appearance at this time was almost so vicious that people couldn't help but shudder, but in Xi When Shu Mo slowly stretched out his hand and caressed the black-haired young man's neck, Shu Mo had no intention of avoiding him. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed his fingers.

The next second, Xi Zhou's momentum stopped, and the man spread his wings to hug him, and then they flew out of the abyss together. Xi fell on the ground, looked at the person in his arms, and confirmed:

"You are right... Seriously?"