In human life, there are many common and popular superstitions, one of which is that everyone has their own specific characteristics, good, evil, positive, negative, smart, stupid...
But people are not like that. When referring to a person, we can say that he is more kind than evil, more positive than negative, wise than stupid, or vice versa. It is not really appropriate to say that one person is kind, positive, and intelligent, and another person is vicious, negative, or stupid.
People are like rivers, even if the water in the river is the same, but every river is narrow in some places, swift in some places, wide in some places, and flat in some places. Similarly, every human being has in him the germs of all humanity, sometimes one, sometimes another, sometimes completely different, but still the same person.
Just like the blind old man playing the saxophone, one moment he was an unknown master who loves music, and the next moment he was a bastard who beat and kicked his family. He cannot be defined by any one item alone.
This world has infinitely magnified the evil side, making Brett at a loss from the beginning to the present. His past world was too peaceful. Evil existed, but it was effectively contained and did not spread. The evil that ordinary people come into contact with is at most a thief. Small touch, small fight. So when the evil in Brett's heart was nourished and grew bigger and bigger, he realized it a little late, and almost did something irreversible on impulse.
However, fortunately, he woke up in time and did not make a big mistake, so his conscience can be at ease. And it helped Brett learn that he had to get along with the demon in the dark, which was him, but not all of him.
He would want to hurt the enemy severely, take revenge on the gentleman, and torture the scum to pieces, just like the slag did to himself.
He would also want to just get a nuclear bomb and blow up the whole city, so that the inner city and the outer city would all die on horseback.
But he thought of Okeke's nails that gradually became clean and tidy, the werewolf's loyalty and sacrifice to the group, the red-haired look at him with implied expectation and admiration, Pierce's eternal insincerity, and many more, he actually felt that Valuable, he would regret destroying those.
As for the people in the inner city, sorry, he hasn't found anything valuable yet, if there is a bomb, he will start with the inner city first and bloom in the center.
Hodge listened to the sax and fell into Brett's arms. The latter leaned against the mottled railing of the roof, and the sunlight seemed to soften his brown eyes. This was supposed to be a romantic date scene, and his body was so hot that he was about to burn, but he felt a bone-chilling chill.
It shouldn't be like this.
He would rather fall into the mud as he did just now, and be teased and insulted by others, at the cost of letting the man fall into darkness forever.
He will not die, as long as he does not lose his life, any physical injury is temporary to him, he will recover, forget, and take revenge, so that the enemy will not live like this, and he will be able to gain peace.
However, he felt that his lungs were going to be burned into liquid, probably a large part of the reason was the effect of the medicine, which made him want to open himself and wrap the man tightly, so that they might get closer, and approach him in this way, get him.
Just imagining the man hugging him made him vent his excitement.
"Bright..."
He uttered this name that annoyed, amazed, and even bewildered him. His voice was vague and soft, but he managed to attract the man's attention.
Hodge bit his lower lip hard to keep the Lingtai clear: "How do you plan to end?" This was the second time he asked this question, and the first time he was ignored by a man.
Kidnapped and tortured an inner city man, how are you going to face the inner city's revenge
Hodge tried to curl his lips in the victor's contempt for the loser, but failed.
"That's your business, isn't it?" Brett looked down at him, they were very close, Hodge's head rested on his chest, and he could hear his calm and strong heartbeat, the man wasn't bluffing, he really I really think that Hodge, who was kidnapped by him, would willingly hide it for him and end it for him.
The vibration of the tympanic membrane seemed to be transmitted to his most sensitive part. Hodge gasped for breath, endured the low moan that was approaching his mouth, and said intermittently: "Why?" He could say more sarcastic words, but his body wanted to cater to the man , obey men, please men, and pay any price for this, so he swallowed a lot of content by arbitrarily asserting. For example, why do you think I will hide it for you? You don't really think I'm in love with you, do you
"You hate me." Brett said firmly.
The meaning of this sentence is not to say that Huo Qi is reluctant to hurt him, God is sorry, how many times has the scum hurt himself! Rather, Gentleman was reluctant to let him fall into the hands of other inner city people. He is clean, he is controlling, he is paranoid, and he is possessive to the point of perversion.
Think about it, the exposure of this matter will indeed put Brett in danger of his life and step into the gate of hell, but it will also allow the inner city people to separate Hodge from Brett forever. They want to protect this bewitched The gentleman who must lose his vigilance, keep him from being seduced by slaves until the trouble is solved. This would make Hodge lose Brett completely, the opportunity to torture him and get revenge on him.
Hodge made a short sound, like a scream, like a whine, the man saw through his mind, he understood himself completely, he not only knew but also took advantage of it. The idea brought Hodge soul torment and pleasure. The more this slave looks at it, the more he likes it, the more he understands, the more he wants it, and the more he doesn't get it, the more fascinated he is.
This gave Hodge the final blow, and he could no longer resist the longing that came from deep inside his body.
"touch me..."
"No." Bright refused decisively.
"You touch me... touch me..."
"You'll regret it, Brett."
Brett knocked Hodge out, put him back in the life support box, and sent him back.
He had to admit that the demonic part was urging him to take advantage of that handsome nobleman.
Beautiful aristocrat, this word is enough to make people excited, there is no doubt about the beauty of slag, there is no place that is not exquisite, no place is not perfect, but humiliating and possessing a nobleman can bring psychological satisfaction like a tide, which makes people think He is not fucking one person, but the whole class, let those proud guys who are domineering over his head feel the feeling of being humiliated by others.
The black eyes were covered with mist, and the bottomless color also seemed approachable. The wet liquid refracted the light, turning the eyes into bright obsidian, and the eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, full of awe-inspiring The fragility of pity.
No wonder he had the illusion that he was a victim.
How innocent the devil looks in the skin of an angel.
Brett was extremely sober, it would be better to pity himself than to pity him. When the other party recovers, he does not know what creative electrotherapy is waiting for him.
The redhead waited until the 199th was finished, and said happily: "I bought the beef you like."
That's what the little wolf likes most, and he decides on tens of catties every time. Brett didn't say anything, and washed his hands from top to bottom, inside and out, before starting to process the ingredients. The kitchen items here are old, worn and showing signs of regular use.
"You cook for yourself, too?" Brett asked.
"Well, just cook whatever you want, it's more economical. I usually make more at a time, and put it in the refrigerator to share a few meals."
Ronald helped Bright, and a meal was ready in no time.
The two were eating when Ronald's brain suddenly rang, showing that it was Pierce.
The redhead gave Brett a careful look, said "I'll pick it up", and left his seat.
In order to avenge the nobleman's plan, Brett sent the little wolf to play with Pierce. If the redhead asked the little wolf his own taste, then Pierce might also know that he is here with the redhead.
He faintly heard the redhead's voice.
"Yes, he was... of course we didn't do it... but... well, I'll get over as soon as I can..."
After finishing their meal, the two tidied up a bit and then separated.
Brett returned to the residence, and there was no trace of nobles in it. He breathed a sigh of relief, threw himself into the bathroom, and cleaned himself up. It was a very long day, and his heart was ups and downs. As soon as his nerves relaxed, he felt tired. .
Finally, I can take a good rest.
No... He seems to have forgotten a very important thing...
The moment he stepped into the bedroom, he finally remembered.
In the room, the canine boy got off the bed immediately after waking up, and he couldn't go to the bed without the owner's permission. He was lying on the floor with the same posture as a pet dog. When he heard the footsteps, he immediately raised his head and sat down. When he saw the man coming in, he quickly showed a cautious and ingratiating smile, and quickly swung his tail.
Brett remembered that he bought a humanoid pet. Although the motive was not pure, it was to capture the nobleman, but if he bought it, he would buy it, and if he bought it, he would keep it, and he couldn't just throw it away. That was his responsibility.
"do you remember me?"
The canine boy let out a quick bark and licked his mouth. Brett knew he didn't remember, because his reaction was too fast, no matter what the master said, he would admit it.
That's when Brett noticed that he was thin, even thinner than before, and the ribs in his chest were clearly visible as he breathed.
The canine boy is a product that is about to become obsolete. Because of the "two-hour" challenge that Brett triggered before, it revived and became popular for a short time. The hotel staff deliberately starved them in order to make them play the best effect. , and after this wave of enthusiasm passed and they were completely exhausted, they immediately dealt with it at a low price to pay back the cost.
This low price is very high for the aristocratic class, and it is also very high for ordinary people. They can't earn that much in a lifetime, and it consumes all of Bright's savings.
Spent all my savings...
This means that he has no money to buy dog food, and dog food for this pet is not easy to buy. Did you search online for rice green liquid? I lost my mouth too much!
He can't even count on a roommate, because the little wolf doesn't have balls to produce food.
Brett sighed, and waved to the canine boy who was starting to become uneasy: "Come here, eat."
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