1.
Lying under the blanket in Xia Tian, he could feel the effects of the medicine receding from him like the tide. He's more conscious, more hateful every second, and he'll never be the same again.
He let go of Bai Jing'an, left the blanket that he felt unrealistically safe, and put on his clothes with a cold face.
He was sure that Bai Jing'an wouldn't like the two of them curled up under the blanket without clothes when he woke up, he was entitled to some dignity.
His comrade-in-arms was still lying on that dirty bed, his eyes were empty and out of focus, as if he couldn't see anything, and his soul sank into the untouchable darkness.
Xia Tian put away the marshmallow expressionlessly, stuffed the most handy gun into his back waist, and didn't even bother to cover it with his clothes. Traces of Huan Ai can be seen everywhere on his body, but he doesn't want to bathe and recover here at all, and he's sure Bai Jing'an doesn't want to either, they just want to get as far away as possible from here.
The room smelled of sex and blood everywhere, like a battlefield. The clothes were scattered on the ground, Xia Tian picked up Bai Jingan's shirt, not knowing what to do, finally decided to leave it alone. He walked to the bed, wrapped Bai Jingan in a blanket, carefully hugged him horizontally, and left the apartment.
The man shuddered when he touched it, not fully awake. His neat black hair is always in a mess, his face is stained with blood and tears, his body under the blanket is covered with bruises, there is no good place, he can only be hugged by him, and he can't even lift his fingers arrive.
Xia Tian hugged him and left the room, the sky had already dawned at some point, and the sun crossed the upper city and shone in front, creating a bright scene. Bai Jing'an suddenly closed his eyes and trembled, as if the light outside would burn him.
Summer hugged him tighter, their car was parked outside the apartment, everything was the same, except for this nightmarish sex, nothing seemed to happen.
Xia Tian swept across the seemingly solid world, the midday sun was ahead, but there was only darkness in his eyes. He looked away, opened the car door, carefully placed Bai Jing on the back seat, unfolded the seat and turned it into a bed, allowing him to lie down more comfortably.
The man moved slightly, with very little strength, and Xia Tian saw a line of sticky liquid dripping from his ankles... Bai Jing'an suddenly curled up his legs and hid them in the blanket, his weak body even tensed up again, he put Burying his face into the fabric, it seemed like he could disappear from this world.
It took Xia Tian three seconds to realize that it was his semen.
He was holding on to the roof of the car with one hand, and the scorching sun was screaming and beating at the edge of his vision, making him want to vomit.
Beside him, Bai Jing'an collapsed on the back seat, trying to curl up his body, but he didn't have the energy to wipe off those marks, so he could only hide his feet as much as possible.
Then he just stared blankly at the back of the chair. Those people hollowed out his insides, tasted the flesh and blood, and left an empty shell. He couldn't even focus his eyes, and he was in a daze. All that's left is a little bit of hopeless shame curled up.
Xia Tian stood stiffly for a few seconds, then went to the driver's seat to drive.
Xia Tian drove the car as steadily as possible, the car went up and left the city.
They will return to the big house given by the Fujin Group. Bai Jingan's old house has been transformed into a memorial hall, and there is nowhere to go except there.
He had never felt the chain around his neck so clearly and maddeningly tight.
The road is slender and fragile, suspended in the air, Xia Tian looks at the city below with a cold face. The dark parts of the lower city are like nightmares, and the whole world under the sun is burning.
A living hell.
The villas given to them by the company are elegant and quiet under the cover of lush trees, like a fairyland.
The pinnacle of Uptown stars, the pinnacle of Mount Olympus. No one knows how much corrupt flesh and blood is hidden under the sunshine, flowers and villas.
In the summer, I drove the car all the way in, under the sun, a hundred flowers bloomed, wild and reckless. He could hear the sound of gurgling water, occasionally seeing reflections, and a corner of the villa flashed past in the garden, like a string of elegant notes.
He kept looking at Bai Jing'an in the rearview mirror, the man was curled up, only the top of his black hair could be seen, most of his body seemed to be swallowed and disappeared.
Xia Tian stared at him until he saw him move a little before he felt relieved.
There is still a sticky feeling of sex on his body, as if they are still staying on that bed, with Bai Jingan under him...
He forcibly stopped his thoughts, as if facing an abyss, unable to take another step.
The black van passes through this frenzied fairyland, rolling over deliberately old stone roads, rolling over grass and wild flowers, and driving towards the bright villas of the stars.
It is full of glass windows, and some walls are completely transparent, reflecting the brilliance in the midday sun, the light is scorching, and it is an illusory brilliance.
For a moment, Xia Tian wanted to step on the gas pedal and crash into the translucent and reflective wall. He was not sure what he wanted.
But he still didn't do that. He parked in front of the villa, got out of the car, hesitated, and opened the door of the back seat.
Bai Jingan struggled to sit up. Xia Tian was not sure whether he could walk for a moment, but just as he opened the door, the man fumbled for the back of the seat with one hand, and was about to get out of the car staggeringly.
Xia Tian took a step back, Bai Jing'an was still wrapped in the dark brown blanket, his bare feet stepped on the stone road, looking thin and embarrassed, he could still see traces of dried semen on his ankles, but he did not hesitate to move.
He took a step, lost his footing, and fell to the ground.
Xia Tian took half a step forward, did not dare to reach out to help, Bai Jing'an struggled to stand up. In this place where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the star of the killing show is like a broken ghost, but he insists on walking by himself with a ruthless look.
He walked crookedly into the living room, followed by Xia Tian, and saw him struggling to move himself onto the sofa, his movements were extremely embarrassing, a wreck stained with sex and the dirty eyes of the powerful, but he still stubbornly tried to do it. something. Even if it's just walking.
The living room was silent, no one was there.
Although it has the best terrain, architecture and furniture, it is marked with the logo of the first-class luxury brands in the upper city.
They are probably the same.
Xia Tian checked the situation in the house, ran the anti-peeping program, and saw an electronic note left by Huitian, saying that Didi was fine and was at her house, and would come back in two days. The company has not arranged anything for the past two days, so they can stay at home and take a good rest.
She didn't say a word about the guest show, as if it didn't exist.
Xia Tian turned off the note and went to get the medical kit with a cold face. The star of the killing show has the most first-class medical sponsors, and there will be most medical supplies with names in the house.
He found it immediately, put it where it should be, and pretended that the world was still in order.
He took it back to the living room, carefully placed it on the table, and looked at Bai Jing'an uncertainly. They are used to helping each other deal with wounds, but at this moment, all old habits are broken.
The man was naked under the blanket, staring at the corner of the table, looking through the finely crafted table into a void, trapped in his dark world, angry, hostile, and lonely.
"Xiaobai..." Xia Tian whispered.
The man looked up at him for a moment, as if he had just come out of his own world. He parted his lower lip, but seemed to have forgotten words.
He paused, regaining the memory of words, and said, "I... I'll do it myself..."
Those gray pupils were dead silent, like two pieces of completely burnt ashes.
"I'm fine..." he said again, "You go... treat the wound."
Xia Tian nodded.
Bai Jing'an didn't move at all, he didn't have the slightest intention to go to get the medical kit, and then lowered his head to stare at the shadow under the corner of the table. The living room was well lit, and under the bright light, his brows and eyes were plunged into gloom, cold and lifeless.
Xia Tian stood in the fragile light of the living room for a while, stretched out his hand, took a pack of self-healing bandages, and turned back to the room.
He knows that sometimes you just have to be alone. The wound is so deep that no light can be seen, and it cannot withstand the slightest touch. You don't know where to fall, and all you can do is hide in the dark and retain a little bit of dignity.
When he walked to the door of the bedroom, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Bai Jing'an.
The man was still sitting blankly, with his head down, without making any sound, his shoulders shrugged slightly in the sunshine of the upper city, trembling uncontrollably, and he didn't raise his head for a long time.
Xia Tian turned his head quickly, opened the door and walked in.
Bai Jing'an doesn't want anyone to see his current appearance, and neither can he.
No one has the right to see.
Xia Tian walked into a strange bedroom, threw the bandage on the table, and went straight into the bathroom.
He stood in the large luxurious bathroom for a while, then suddenly rushed to the toilet, bent over and vomited.
He threw up what little he had eaten in the apartment, and then only black bile. Until I really couldn't vomit anything, I kept retching and couldn't stand up.
After a while, he regained some strength and walked over to turn on the shower.
He wanted to take off his clothes, but he had no strength, so he went directly to the water, and found that the water was cold, and the weather was quite suffocating.
He stood blankly for a while, leaning on the wall, and slowly sat down in the cold water. The water soaked through the hair and clothes in an instant, and flowed down the face, as well as some blood from the palms. The red lined with the white tiles, as slender and eye-catching as blood-colored cracks, flowed into the sewer.
His hands were shaking, and the wound was soaked in water and became very painful, as if a malicious toxin was spreading, trying to swallow him whole. But he really didn't care.
He thought he should take off his clothes and switch to hot water, but he didn't want to move.
He hugged his knees and curled up under the icy water, his shoulders tensed as they had been a child.
he began to cry.
Xia Tian wasn't sure how long he had been in the cold water before he remembered raising his hand to turn off the shower.
He curled up there for a while, thinking that he really deserved to die. Then he felt that he should go and see Bai Jing'an, that person would want to stay by himself, but he would also need to be taken care of.
He stood up slowly, changed his wet clothes, and went downstairs.
It was already dark, and the room was empty, he didn't see Bai Jing'an, but he knew that he was still in this room, like the intuition of a beast. He thought he was probably in his bedroom.
Xia Tian walked to the kitchen, turned on the light, and checked if there was anything to eat. He didn't think Bai Jing'an had eaten anything. He'll need something to replenish his strength.
He rummaged through the cabinet and found that his right hand was trembling because he couldn't use his strength, and then he remembered that he had forgotten to treat the wound. He was too lazy to do it, and continued to dig out some useful food. This house is equipped with all daily necessities, as if someone could really live a happy life here.
He was going to cook some noodles, but he found some vegetables, Bai Jing'an would need softer food. He hoped he would be willing to eat. He needs to eat.
One hand is not very convenient, but he is a killing show, even with one hand, he has no problem controlling the kitchen utensils. He cooked the noodles and it smelled good.
Then he heard footsteps behind him.
He didn't dare to turn his head for a while, just stared at the pot of cooking noodles, but every nerve was tense. He heard Bai Jingan slowly sit down on the chair opposite the cooking counter. He was not very agile on his feet, holding on to the table carefully.
Xia Tian turned off the fire, took a bowl, filled Bai Jingan's portion, put some more hot soup, turned around, and carefully brought it to him.
Sitting there, Bai Jing'an tidied himself up, took a shower, and changed his clothes. His face was very pale, but the orange light from the kitchen gave him a little warmth. In such a place, he looked thin and harmless, with a domestic air, the kind of man who should stand in a living room of sunshine and peace.
He looked at Xia Tian's hand with a gloomy face.
Xia Tian subconsciously put his hands behind his back, he hoped that Bai Jing'an could eat first, but the man stared at him, not going to let this matter go.
Xia Tian whispered: "Forgot."
Bai Jing'an sighed and wanted to stand up, Xia Tian quickly said: "I will do it myself."
He watched the man sit back before walking into the dark living room to find the medical kit. There is a cold moonlight here, and nothing can be illuminated. He turned his head to look at the little light in the kitchen, the warm orange color overflowed, and Bai Jing'an was there, which almost made him feel afraid.
But there seems to be an exit from hell... Xia Tian knows it's not true, but he can't control his longing.
He silently took the healing bandage back to the kitchen, Bai Jingan sat by the cooking counter and looked at him, still weak, but his eyes were direct and he did not relax.
Xia Tian put down the medical kit, and dealt with the wound on his hand under his supervision. Bai Jing'an stared at him, not allowing any carelessness.
Xia Tian bandaged the wound, the analgesic ingredients in the healing bandage took effect, he felt a lot better, a little warmth came up, he moved his fingers, expressing to Bai Jing'an that it was not serious.
He returned to his seat, dragged his food over, and pushed Bai Jingan's bowl towards him.
Bai Jing'an finally took it over, picked up the chopsticks, and the two ate the food in silence. They were all exhausted and in desperate need of energy.
There was an air of emptiness in the space. The fierce battle destroyed everything, hollowed out and swallowed part of them, and the family-like relationship was burned away under the high-spirited passion. The solid ground was reduced to ashes, and everything seemed empty.
But when the orange light shines down, the food warms up the stomach a little, creating a kind of homely atmosphere.
Xia Tian could feel Bai Jing'an looking at him, he couldn't look back.
"I took a look at the situation outside," Bai Jing'an said in a low voice, "The purchase rate of guest shows is still increasing, and there is a lot of trouble."
Xia Tian nodded, and Bai Jing'an continued, "It's all the ones in the cage..."
Xia Tian's hands trembled, and the bowl fell on the cooking table, making a slight impact sound. He put his hands under the table, he was shaking, maybe it was because of the cold water for too long, or the effect of the medicine, he didn't know how to stop.
Bai Jing'an fell silent and looked at him.
"It's okay." Xia Tian said.
Bai Jing'an still didn't speak, Xia Tian didn't know what to say, so he could only say: "Really, actually... it doesn't hurt..."
He heard Bai Jing'an stand up abruptly, and walked up to him, his whole body tensed up, sure that this person's expression must be very ugly.
"We'll be fine." Bai Jing'an said.
Xia Tian stared at the floor, clenched his hands tightly.
The man reached out and touched his hair, Xia Tian hid for a while, the chair legs and the floor made a sharp friction sound. The next moment, Bai Jing'an suddenly grabbed his chin, forcing him to raise his head. He was still weak, but he exerted all his strength and never allowed himself to break free.
He stared at Xia Tian's eyes, with a paranoid and dark anger in his eyes, he said word by word: "We will be fine!"
2.
After they finished their meal, Xia Tian cleaned up the dishes, threw them into the cleaning machine, wiped the water off their hands, and looked back at Bai Jing'an.
The man was looking straight at him, wearing a white shirt, and his hair was still a little wet. The two had just eaten and sat in the kitchen, but they didn't look like they were peaceful at home.
After the mansion, the pain, and the warm dinner, the two Killing Show stars were sombre, and the warm lighting didn't catch the eye at all. The light of Uptown never warms anything.
"Xiaobai." Xia Tian said, his voice was slow, clear and cold, "This matter will not end like this."
He stood under the warm orange light, but all the warmth seemed to end around him. This anger is no longer the usual burning anger, but cold and calm, far from being impulsive, but a cold, dead and unreversible thing.
"We will kill them." Xia Tian said, "All of them."
"Every one of them," Bai Jing'an said, "has to pay a price."
Xia Tian smiled at him, under the light of the kitchen, the murderous aura was like a cold blade, refusing any warmth.
They looked at each other for a few seconds, pure hatred and destruction burning in the warmly lit kitchen, Bai Jing'an stretched out his hand, and handed Xia Tian a blue cartoon hair tie.
Xia Tian took it over and tied up her hair.
"Let's discuss the details," he said.
When they came to the living room, it was automatically switched to night mode, and the single-sided glass was closed, like a fortress that kept people thousands of miles away in the night.
Bai Jing'an sat on the black sofa, it was so soft that one could sink into it all at once. This is another custom-made luxury furniture brand, but for them, this house they call "home" is nothing more than another strange place, like a car stolen on the side of the road. It only makes sense if they both are.
He turned on the holographic screen, and the media attention program had already turned on the red light, rising all the way to a rich deep red, and there was no more extreme warning color style.
Within a week of being stuck on a guest show, Wesie and Eric were invited to a reality show called "Dark Escape."
This kind of show is rarely held before the game is officially over—there are even two events left in the fourth round, but they just do it.
The difficulty of the show was unprecedentedly high, and the experience of the contestants was horrific. Wei Xi fell from a high platform like a concrete cliff and entered a territory of crazy copulating mutant creatures. Eric followed and tossed about in that ghostly place for five hours, but somehow he survived.
Both of them are in the medical cabin now, and they won't be able to get out for a while.
Bai Jing'an is familiar with this set of behavior patterns, and he has no doubts about what will happen to their teammates if they are not obedient in the guest show.
Even if they couldn't see it at the time, those people would still do it. Because they are capable.
The two of them browsed through all the crises and found that the guest show had been edited into a two-and-a-half-hour live-action movie and sold again. It includes all the big scenes and sex scenes, the pace is excellent, and the picture is professional.
This live-action movie set off another wave of buying, which can help people quickly understand how brilliant and unyielding the gods of war in the killing show are cheaper, faster and more friendly. A thrilling escape. An epic victory.
One day in the future, the rich and powerful will also sell that nightmarish sex scene to earn another wave of popularity. People consume their flesh and soul, and then swarm away to find new food.
But at this moment, the homepage of the Temple of War is still full of murderous looks.
Xia Tian lowered his eyes, holding a heavy gun, and Bai Jingan stood behind him, half of his face was in the shadow, both of them smelled of gunpowder smoke.
The upper world is still trapped in the dream of war gods, rebels and heroes, and the whole land is burning in the dream.
Sacrifice is still increasing at an alarming rate, and the gods created by capital are sitting in the temple, counting weapons.
The dignitaries are clearly aware of their improper authority, but it's mainly attributed to the fans. Several departments sent investigation letters, but the two ignored them, checking the sacrifices and exchanging opinions.
Their tone was restrained and murderous, and they knew how to cooperate instinctively to effectively kill and destroy. This kind of cooperation made people feel at ease.
The stone walls in the hall are solid and the light is soft, but the shadows cast by the corners are as dark as an abyss.
Xia Tian found a list of all the participants of the guest show in the sacrifice, and the whole person was almost on fire. He kept sorting the pictures nervously, his eyes were dark, with only a little hot white light on, calculating the killing process, his fingertips were trembling a little, and he could only stand firmly in the killing flames.
Bai Jing'an had previously set up a memorandum on the number of sacrifices, but now a rapid bell sounded to remind him, as if some important moment was coming.
Bai Jing'an glanced at it, and said to Xia Tian: "Compared to ten hours ago, the offerings have increased by 100%."
Xia Tian turned to look at him.
He also held a long whip in his hand—the full authority of the abyss series satellites of the Ministry of Defense. The whip seemed to be composed of countless tiny tentacles and kept wriggling, but he held it firmly in his hand.
Instead of knives, guns and bazookas, they have something bigger and deadly. The Slaughter Show players never think that the weapons in their hands are too powerful, and the purpose of their existence in the upper city is to destroy.
Xia Tian didn't speak, their eyes exchanged, a scene of madness and scorching heat.
There are always similar things in their eyes, as if when you jump into the unknown, you can always find a foothold in the eyes of the other party.
"We don't need to kill them one by one," Bai Jing'an said.
"Well," Xia Tian said, "we can make it... very big."
"Very big." Bai Jing'an repeated, playing with the golden dagger in his hand, and suddenly smiled at Xia Tian, "We will be in big trouble."
He saw his own shadow reflected in Xia Tian's eyes, smiling like a burning white flame, looking a little strange. Xia Tian also smiled at him, moved his right hand, but did nothing.
"I like trouble," he said.
Then he looked away and looked at a long sword again.
His eyes were deep and deep, and it was hard to say. Bai Jingan touched his hair subconsciously, and found that a lock was curled up. He pressed it twice, and felt that this behavior in the virtual space was simply stupid.
He thought for a while, then stretched out his hands to rub Xia Tian's hair, wanting to get back the familiarity and ease with which he used to get along. The man subconsciously tried to hide, but Bai Jingan moved quickly and made up his mind not to let him dodge.
Of course he felt it, he was familiar with the soft touch of Xia Tian's hair, he rubbed it vigorously, and accidentally hooked the hair tie off with his fingertips.
Xia Tian's long hair fell down, and the hair slipped between his fingers, Xia Tian didn't hide anymore, just let him mess up his hair, just like before.
He was wearing a black T-shirt, and he must have just washed it casually in the shower. He dragged out a piece of clothing from the closet with his eyes closed and put it on, without seeing through it at all. It was a top luxury brand in the upper city. The fabric outlined a perfect figure, and the flame-like dark lines occasionally flashed with his movements.
A few locks of his long hair brushed on his bare arms, and a small section of his neck could be seen in the hair. His hands and feet were slender and full of strength, which made people feel...
Bai Jing'an quickly withdrew his hand.
Xia Tian lowered his head, his long hair was hanging down, he couldn't see his expression clearly, and his body was tense.
Bai Jing'an tightly clutched the hair tie, thought for a while, then reached out and handed it back to him.
Xia Tian took it over, tied up her hair, raised her hand to count the weapons, and Bai Jing'an also went to work.
They occasionally exchanged a point of view, and everything seemed to be calm as before.
Bai Jing'an woke up with a start, opened his eyes wide in the darkness, breathed rapidly, and felt that there was no air at all for a while.
He dreamed of that bed, dreaming of the camera, just like the one he saw in the lower city, the circular lens, like empty eyes aimed at him.
At that time, he was seriously injured, crying because someone died... He will never forget the touch of the dying body of his comrades in his arms, the warmth of blood, and the irreversible coldness of death.
But this time, he was lying naked on the bed with his legs splayed for those people—
He forced himself to stop thinking about it, it was just a dream, it was over!
He found himself lying on the sofa in the living room, covered with a blanket, probably made in the summer. He had fallen asleep while counting the weapons, and his body still hadn't recovered, feeling exhausted to the marrow of his bones, hollowed out as if it would never be filled.
At the moment of waking up, his fingertips trembled and stretched forward, subconsciously wanting to touch something—
He knew what he wanted to touch, and these days—only a month—he had gotten used to it.
He wants to touch Xia Tian.
The man was always lying next to him, breathing evenly, and to touch him, to know he was still there, would soothe the fear, almost make the wound start to heal again.
He moved a bit, searched the house, and found that Xia Tian was sleeping next to him. In the other corner of the sofa, curled up into a ball, guarding him carefully.
His long hair was loose, and he looked pale under the moonlight, but he was so good-looking that one wanted to help him brush away that lock of hair hanging down and put it behind his ears... Bai Jing'an looked away, and curled up in the blanket again.
He can't touch him...he always thinks about those...
But it's okay, Bai Jing'an thought, it's over, time will solve everything, this is just one of the countless unlucky things they encountered.
He lay on the sofa, listening to Xia Tian's breathing not far away, and fell asleep again.
When Bai Jing'an woke up again, it was already dawn.
He was still on the couch, not wanting to move. Cooking in the kitchen in summer, he can smell the aroma of fried eggs.
He woke up because of Xia Tian's mobile phone notification tone - those people immediately matched him with a newest model, as if the lost one can be counted as non-existent.
The terminal was placed on the table, and Bai Jingan picked it up unconsciously to look at it, and found that a package had arrived, and it was still the priority, and it was useless to set the mute.
He threw the phone back and lay down for a while before slowly getting up and walking into the kitchen.
Summer just put breakfast on the table, and it was pretty good. The injury on the hand has also healed a lot.
Seeing him coming in, the man smiled at him in the sunlight. Bai Jing'an subconsciously returned a smile.
He sat down at the table and dragged his food before he felt starving.
Xia Tian sat down opposite him, with a plate in his hand, skillfully placed it on the table. The kitchen is well-lit, and the sun shines from behind him, giving everything a peaceful warmth.
The cold and terrifying things retreated to the corner, Bai Jing'an knew that those things would always exist, but at this moment everything seemed peaceful and serene, as if it was enough to appease everything.
The two had a good breakfast, Bai Jing'an remembered about the courier, got up and went out to pick it up.
He went out, and it was another bright sunny day outside. There was a large patch of red poppies blooming in the garden. He didn’t remember the last time he came here. They were newly planted. He didn’t know why…
It occurred to him that in the cage when Summer escaped for the first time, there was a large poppy bush where they had caught him.
He remembered how the extremely long golden snake dragged Xia Tian across the bright red flowers, the orange light shone on him, he looked very embarrassed, and extremely erotic... Someone licked the wine on his body...
He paused for a moment, forcing himself to put the thought aside... Each of them would pay for it!
Bai Jing'an opened the mailbox, stared at the contents inside, and froze there.
For a moment he thought it was a snake.
A gold, silver, dark red, and black snake-shaped storage device was lying in the express box, wriggling in a shape resembling a snake, reflecting malicious light in the bright sunlight.
The sender marked "Floating World Paradise"...of course they will have many seats. The white castle and blue sky lit up on the mailbox, appearing in the real world like a void hell.
Bai Jing'an knew what this was, the full video of the guest show.
They sent a copy.