"Add." All the chips on the table were put on the gamble. Mr. Mo calmly looked at Lin Hangzhi, who was already sweating profusely. One of the opponent's hands was on the table. Now the five fingers of that hand, All have been lost to him.
However, he was not in a hurry to collect the spoils, it was not yet time.
Lin Hangzhi's body swayed, he stared at the upside-down cards on the table, bloodshot eyes crawled in his eyes, his expression was so grim that he completely lost the appearance of an intellectual in the past, and he was a desperate gambler who lost his mind.
This time, Lin Hangzhi bet his entire right hand.
Corberus presided over the game silently, and he began to deal the community cards. The first three cards were revealed, namely the queen of clubs, the 2 of diamonds, and the king.
The broken red wine bottle was left untouched, and the aroma of the wine filled the entire chess and card room, making Kerberos think of the misty smell of hookah in the master bedroom. He lowered his eyes to look at the young man from top to bottom, but there was still reverence and admiration in his eyes, and his thoughts suddenly returned to a few years ago.
For a long time when he was brought back to the casino by Mr. Mo, Corberus did not actually follow him.
The young man who stretched out his noble hand to pull him out of the mud seemed to have forgotten the purchased slave, and Corberos was taken to the security team and, after a short training, became a thug.
He hadn't seen the man who gave him his name again for weeks, but the shadow in his heart became clearer.
It was not until the sixth week, the thirty-ninth night of his arrival at the casino, that a guest who had lost all his belongings could not accept such a result and had a dispute with the dealer. When Corberos arrived, the man who was already insane was trying to escape. The dealer who was injured by him fell to the table with his forehead covered, blood running down his fingers.
Amid the screams of men and women, Corberus was as strong as a cheetah. He grabbed him, pressed the man's arm on the gaming table, took off the Persian machete from his waist and he had been born and died for several years, and took the knife fell and cut off his left hand.
"This is your punishment for breaking the rules of the casino." Amidst the man's screams, Corberos grabbed his other hand and pressed it on the table like lightning, the blood-stained blade glowing coldly, and cut off his right hand.
"This is your punishment for hurting the dealer."
Throwing off the blood from the tip of the knife, Corberos no longer looked at the man who fell to the ground and rolled in pain. He looked around for a week, and the people he swept in his eyes, whether they were gamblers or employees, took a step back involuntarily.
"I hope everyone here can abide by the rules of the casino, so everyone is happy, we are just doing business, and we don't want to see blood, right?"
Half an hour later, Corberos was changing his clothes in the background. Just as he was thinking about how to clean the blood spots on his white shirt, the supervisor found him and said, "The boss wants to see you."
So he was taken to the private elevator to the twenty-third floor. After thirty-eight days and fourteen hours, he finally saw the master who gave him hope and a new life.
There were only a few small lights on in the bedroom, and in the dim light, the young man was leaning on the reclining chair, smoking a hookah. Cooking in a gorgeous hookah bottle on the table, the smoke was drawn into the mouth along the hose, swallowed into the lungs, and finally floated out of the nose and lips.
He faced the window and looked at the bustling lights outside, leaving him only a side face.
Corberos hesitated at the door of the bedroom, and finally walked over very lightly. He knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, stared at the crimson carpet, and dared not even breathe.
"You terrified our guests." After a long time, Mr. Mo finally said softly. He turned his head and looked down at the man who seemed to lower his head into the soil. There was a hideous scar on the back of his neck. , The solid muscles on the back swelled up because of this posture, supporting the black suit like a rock.
"What's your name?"
"Corberus, master." Corberos raised his head, he looked up at the young man, the laziness between the corners of his eyes, the pale color of the two teardrops, and the reddish lips, all matched his mind. The patterns overlap.
At that time, Kerberos didn't understand the affection that rose slightly in his heart, which was called love.
Mr. Mo nodded, he took a deep breath on the hookah again, and said in the curling smoke, "Go to Hughes to get your reward."
Until Kerberos left, Mr. Mo kept the same posture and didn't move. He seemed to be completely melted on the comfortable reclining chair, staying alone in the luxurious room, smoking a hookah, looking at the outside world.
Extremely lazy.
When Dong Zheng kissed, Cui Zuojing didn't even want to lift his hand. Now he just felt so tired when he moved his fingers. If he could, he really wanted to lie on this comfortable sofa forever. , do nothing until death of old age.
When did exhaustion and disgust appear on him quietly, Cui Zuojing didn't want to think about it anymore, and was going to take back the pieces? Anyway, it's not a particularly urgent matter. Let's rest for a while and talk about it tomorrow.
Dong Zheng's warm lips fell on his forehead, the tip of his nose and the corners of his lips, but Cui Zuojing was too lazy to give him any response, so he just slumped on the sofa motionless, letting Dong Zheng's movements go too far.
[Enter the city of endless pain through me]
The reward given by Mr. Mo was to promote him to be the captain of the security team. Now Corberos has the opportunity to board the elevator once a week and report the situation to him.
Corberos cherished this opportunity very much, and the master rarely came down to inspect in person, so every seven days, he only had ten minutes to see him.
Kerberos does things neatly and without any fuss. The casino is extremely stable under the watch of his killing god. Since then, there has been no incident for a long time, but Kerberos is looking forward to one or two people appearing to break the situation. In this situation, he needs some turmoil, some things that can be talked about, so as not to repeat the "everything is normal" every time he reports.
He wants more attention from his master.
On the eleventh week of coming to the casino, Corberos went up to the top floor as usual to report the situation. After knocking three times, he gently pushed the door.
Mr. Mo had just finished taking a shower, sitting by the bed in a bathrobe, stepping on the carpet with his bare feet, and his maid, Angela, was wiping his hair for him.
Noticing Korberos at the door, Angela's men made a move, and inadvertently pulled the young man, Mr. Mo frowned, did not reprimand, just said: "Are you going to pull me bald?"
"I'm sorry, master, I didn't mean to." Angela stuck out her tongue, and hurriedly lowered her head to concentrate on her work, not to look at the security team captain with dark honey-colored eyes, her face flushed with imperceptible redness.
She has been with the master for many years, and has been his personal maid since the age of fourteen. If there is no big mistake, the master will not criticize her.
Corberus saw all of this in his eyes. After bathing, his skin was slightly pink, and the droplets of water dripping from the tips of his jet-black hair rolled down his neck into the depression of his collarbone, and finally slipped into the neckline of his nightgown. The girl was holding a towel, running her fingers through his hair, doing something wrong, but still being able to go unpunished like a pretty child.
She could get so close, touch her master that way, and talk to her master easily.
An inexplicable emotion came to his mind, like countless tiny bugs, opening his mouth to bite his heart, causing him to clench his fists tightly, and the sourness spread to the base of his tongue. Kerberos had never felt so clearly what jealousy was.
How much he thought that the person who was with the master was himself.
"Corberus?" Mr. Mo finally looked at the man who hadn't come in. "What are you doing standing there?"
Korberos' fist that was clenching his knuckles suddenly loosened, and the call to his name instantly soothed him. He walked over steadily, knelt down on one knee beside the bed, and said solemnly as before, "Master, I'll report on last week's situation."
No one knew what kind of turmoil this man had in his heart.
Except himself.
Wang Que stumbled into the black room and fell to the ground. The jealousy was so strong that she, who had almost never experienced it, didn't know how to deal with it. She knelt on the ground and arched her body, clutching the clothes on her chest tightly, her fingernails digging into her flesh as if she wanted to dig out the heart that was constantly squeezed with acid water.
She is jealous of all those who are better than her, jealous of all the beauty of Ye Ye's life, and jealous of all that she asks for.
She remembered that during the US-Soviet hegemony test, the rabbit-headed girl in the rooftop fantasy had red bloody eyes. After the incident, she looked down on Tan Qiuyu and felt that she was extremely disgusting.
But now, why did he become like this
Tears poured out and hit the floor, and the transparent bugs quietly appeared beside her, spreading at an astonishing speed, and soon crowded at the feet of Wang Que, crawling up her legs and feet, almost drowning the girl in the water. In a translucent insect tide.
They waved the delicate tentacles in the breathing holes and crawled towards the owl's face. Half a minute later, the first insect climbed up on the cockroach's cheek, and its soft and cool body stretched out, trying to cover the owl's eyes.
More and more bugs joined it, forcing Wang Que to close her eyes tightly, layer by layer, preventing her from opening one bit.
As long as you can't see it, you won't be jealous, right
[Enter the pit of eternal misery through me]
Since then, every long night has become torture for Corberus.
The young and vigorous body tells of needs and desires. Hot blood flows through his body, bringing restlessness to every cell. He tosses and turns, and people who usually fall asleep quickly wherever they sit are actually difficult to fall asleep.
It was never a shame to soothe himself and relieve his desires, but when Corberus secretly thought about the youth's eyebrows and body, everything became so sinful.
That was the master who saved him. The noble should not be contaminated with the world, but in fantasy, he was hugged and kissed in his arms, made a small cater, and praised him in a hoarse voice.
The more you can't get it, the more you want it, and the more you want it, the more empty it becomes.
Kerberos did not know when such a day would end.
He still reports the situation every week and cherishes those short ten minutes, but every time he looks at the young man, he always pays uncontrollably attention to the soft carpet hair emerging from the gap between his toes, imagining that if he is caught by this What would it feel like to step on a pair of feet, would those lips with hookah mouths be as soft as expected when kissed? Does the master's slightly raised tail tone when he speaks brings a different flavor? Wouldn't it be easy to get tired if you never exercised for a healthy body
Countless such thoughts crowded Corberos' mind, making his breathing involuntarily become hot, and at this time he could only lower his head, struggling to suppress the desire in his heart and the desire of his body.
If the master knew that he had such a nasty and disgusting idea, he would probably kill him.
Every time he thinks of this, all that remains in Kerberos' heart is bitterness.
- Asking and not getting.
In the purple room, Cui Zuojing's eyes were half-open, but it was difficult to focus on Dong Zheng's face.
After a long time, his hand holding the sofa tightened suddenly, his knuckles turned white with force, as if trying to escape something, but Dong Zheng grabbed the hand and pressed it on the top of the boy's head, interlocking his fingers. (Dear reviewer, this is just two hands, or two hands raised above the neck)
The passionate kiss fell on Cui Zuojing's lips, and in this cage, no one could break free.
[Through me to enter the crowd of doomsday]
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