Kerberos gently pushed open the door that was hidden.
Mr. Mo, who has always liked to stay in the house, was unexpectedly absent, and Corberos was not in a hurry. While waiting patiently, he took the top book of the stack of books on the table, opened a page, and read it.
He didn't read much, and now Mr. Mo taught him to read and write. Although Mr. Mo has a lot of books here, Corberus rarely read it without his permission - he has no special thirst for knowledge, but every minute he spends with his master, there are more important things that need him to do it.
This is a biography of a person. The protagonist named Don Quixote seems to have a bad brain. He rode a horse and met a windmill that was grinding wheat. Wings, and the windmill folded his spear into several pieces and threw him out.
Before Korberos could tell what it meant, a space crack appeared in the room, accompanied by strong energy fluctuations, Mr. Mo walked out, his expression was cold, and he saw Korberus who was holding a book and smelled He raised his head, his expression softened a little.
The space door closed behind him, Mr. Mo noticed which book Corberos was reading, smiled silently, handed the cane to the man, and said:
"Living in this world, no matter how beautiful and magnificent dreams and fantasies you have, when the icy iron hoof of reality runs over you, you will eventually have to bow your head and admit defeat."
Kerberos sensed the disturbing meaning in these words and hesitated: "Master..."
"I'm talking about Don Quixote." Mr. Mo spread his arms so that Corberos could undress himself. Abnormal energy fluctuations remained on the key pendant around the opponent's neck. He frowned lightly and asked, "Are there any special guests here today?"
"I was about to tell you." Corberos unbuttoned Mr. Mo's coat one by one and helped him put on comfortable and soft pajamas, "A group of guests came yesterday, and one of them played slot machines all night. In the game, he won 4 million, and he was even called the king of slot machines. Today, that person did not lose at the gambling table again, winning 200 million in a row."
"I'm so lucky?" Although he said this, Mr. Mo was not surprised. He looked at the rough fingers of the man in front of him, and skillfully buttoned the buttons for himself one by one, and raised his hand to stroke his cheek.
Corberos paused for a moment, his cool palm rubbed his side face, gentle like a lover, he lowered his eyes and continued the work just now, but the tips of his ears were already red.
Mr. Mo was very satisfied with the effect of this kind of teasing. He slid his hand down to touch the protruding Adam's apple (please check that you can see that the neck is also above the neck!!!!!!), and asked: "Did you entertain them?"
"I upgraded them to VIPs and brought them to the VIP suites. I will handle things well, and the owner can rest assured."
"Well, well done." The large artery on the side of the neck was beating under the finger, the lifeline of this brave man was in his hands, but the other party did not have any vigilance and gave him all the trust and obedience. Mr. Mo enjoys this feeling from the bottom of his heart. To him, Corberos is no longer the slave who bought it on impulse and could beat and scold him at will.
The fingertips repeatedly teased between his neck, and Corberus' Adam's apple slid up and down. His breathing was a little chaotic. He stared at the face that was so familiar that he could clearly describe it in his dreams. The tears that fell will fall on the softest part of his heart in the next second.
"Can I kiss you?" He finally couldn't bear it any longer, he wrapped his arms around the young man's waist, and asked in a low voice.
(These are the troubles above the neck to review and see clearly!!!)
Mr. Mo neither agreed nor refused.
Corberos grabbed his hand and took a slight step forward. The two were so close that they could feel each other's warm breath hitting their faces.
The fingertips of the other party in the palm still haven't warmed up until now. Corberus warmed it with his own body temperature and asked in a low voice, "You gave me that soul, what are you going to do? What do I need to do? help you?"
Mr. Mo chuckled, he leaned back, sat lightly on the edge of the table, and hooked his feet around Corberus. The man staggered forward, slammed his legs against the edge of the table, stretched out his hand to support the wall, and trapped the young man in his arms.
Now Mr. Mo buried his head in his shoulder, he turned his head slightly, and his lips brushed the tip of Corberus' ear when he spoke. His voice was like the ethereal song of a siren in the mist, tempting the sailors of the night flight:
"There are many ways to transmit the power of the soul, just return it to me in another form."
A fly is hiding in a dark corner where no one is paying attention, and the two entangled figures are reflected in the compound eyes.
At the same time, Cui Zuojing stared at Wang Que in the employee channel, trying to spy some news in advance from the little girl's reaction.
With the passage of time, the expression of Wang Que, who was originally serious, became more subtle, and soon the whole face quickly burned up. She made a silent mouth shape and said "I'm going".
"How is it?" Dong Zheng asked.
"...I don't want to watch it." Wang Que raised her hand to cover her face, the scene reflected in the compound eyes of the fly was perceived by her in the form of a special consciousness, she began to struggle whether to cut off the induction, peeping at other people's intimate life was not what she wanted Yes, but what if you miss any important information
"Oh?" Cui Zuojing suddenly became full of energy, and the gossip was extremely loud at the end, "What's the matter? Is it what I thought?"
Wang Que covered her face and nodded.
Cui Zuojing blew a whistle, he made up the picture in his mind, and raised his hand impatiently: "I have a friend who is dying. He only had one wish before he died—"
Dong Zheng said helplessly: "It would be a bad thing if Fu Zhe heard what you said."
"Isn't he not here?" Cui Zuojing saw that Wang Que was obviously unable to stand it, and hurriedly said, "Okay, let's go here first, don't force it any more."
Wang Que hurriedly cut off the connection with the flies. Those indescribable pictures finally disappeared from her eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief. In retrospect, she was only full of "fuck".
Wang Que is never the kind of girl who deliberately pretends to be pure. She eats CPs of all sexual orientations very much. She likes beautiful girls and handsome boys. Live-action movies. But this time, she has really seen it, and one of them is someone she is familiar with - Fu Zhe, who has lived together for a long time and taught her a lot.
Although it is a soul fragment, it looks exactly the same as Fu Zhe, and the visual effects are the same.
This undoubtedly had a big impact on her not fragile heart. Wang Que almost suspected that after she went back, she might not be able to look directly at Fu Zhe for a while.
But... it's really tempting and lustful, ah, how can it be so exciting! Unexpectedly, Fu Zhe's fragments turned out to be like this!
And that man who doesn't know his name is in such a good shape! One bite, one master, this kind of loyal dog x queen's master and servant can't be more exciting!
Dong Zheng sighed, and his face and neck were all red. The crazy aunt laughed, Wang Que, who didn't know what she was thinking, and the crazy gossip who wanted to spy on some news to catch Cui Zuojing, who was attacking him with Fu Zhe's handle. dragged away.
According to the location information sent by Victor, they returned to the newly occupied presidential suite, and the others were waiting for the progress of intelligence gathering. Dong Linhai saw that something was wrong with Wang Que at a glance, he snorted and his eyes became puzzled.
Victor asked, "How is it?"
Wang Que probably told everyone what he had spied on through the flies. The casino owner's residence is on the 23rd floor. Burrows respectfully called him "Master," and the unusual intimacy between the two.
Lin Hangzhi, who was throwing dice face-to-face with Xia Qiongyun to repay the overdraft lucky value, gave a meaningful "oh" and said gloatingly: "Then this piece looks like a good life, rich and powerful and a lover to accompany you, pity us Teacher Fu's lonely family can't even get out of the castle gate, it's too miserable—ah!"
The chair under his butt shattered in response. If Dong Linhai hadn't pulled him quickly, Lin Hangzhi would have sat in the pile of debris and was severely injured by the chrysanthemums.
"You don't have the right to say that Fu Zhe is miserable." Cui Zuojing said with a smile, "By the way, have you figured out what that man came from?"
"His name is Corberus, the supervisor here." Dong Linhai didn't forget to inquire about the news when he secretly protected Lin Hang, "The gamblers who have come here all the time say that he was in the security team at first, and he was deeply loved by the boss because of his ruthlessness in doing things. Take it seriously, step by step to this position, those old gamblers are quite afraid of him."
"The name of the three-headed dog of hell? This master and servant play is quite interesting." Cui Zuojing casually complained, and said, "It is still uncertain whether the fragments are moral or conscience. To be on the safe side, let's make a quick decision. , before he sees something wrong and reaches out to us."
Everyone agreed. So far, everything has been going very smoothly according to the plan. It is already midnight at this time. After tonight's recuperation, they will start their first attack tomorrow. Everyone understands that what they are about to face is not only a soul fragment with Fu Zhe's space and illusion ability, but also the brave and sturdy Corberus.
A faint worry lingered in Cui Zuojing's heart. He was looking forward to awakening his memory about himself as he did with his goodwill back then, making him realize that he was a fragment, so he could go back willingly. But all of this is based on the paleness and boredom experienced by the Pied Piper himself, and the goodwill has never experienced a real life as a complete individual.
But Mr. Mo is different. He has everything, and even enjoys the happiness that even Fu Zhe himself has never had. Besides, even if they can really persuade Mr. Mo, can they persuade Corberus
That man will probably fight to the death to protect his lover.
But they have to recover the debris, they need the remaining space power, even if it will cause some tragedy, they must do it.
Dong Zheng took his hand, Cui Zuojing turned his head to look, Dong Zheng didn't say a word, just looked at him, his eyes were calm and firm.
Cui Zuojing's heart swayed and disappeared, yes, what they have been pursuing is the final outcome, there will definitely be bloodshed and sacrifices in the middle, and even he himself is ready to die at any time, too much. Emotional people can't make big things, he knew this from the beginning.
When he returned to the pure white world, he entrusted his feelings to the clown just to make himself rational enough and invincible enough.
Everything is going according to plan.
But to everyone's surprise, on the day they started to act, someone took the lead.
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