Killing Show

Chapter 54: Death banquet

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1.

It was not too late, but it was already dark.

The luxurious villas in the star district of the upper city were shrouded in night, and the rain was overwhelming. From time to time, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the flowers in the rain. Branches, leaves and petals fell everywhere, dyeing the land with delicate and frenzied colors.

Under the violent thunder and lightning, the lights in the villa seemed to be soaked in blood.

Bai Lin dragged a pillow under Xia Tian's body, making it easier to enter. He held the man's penis in one hand, still not letting him touch, fully grasping Xia Tian's desire. All his.

The man's body completely enveloped him again, and there was never a more complete moment.

He leaned over to lick the welts on Xia Tian's back, and he would never forget the way Xia Tian left the welts in his life. He kept kissing, like Xia Tian had kissed his wounds, as if they could heal each other.

At the same time, he pushed in hard again, and the man trembled under him.

The body that has already had intercourse once is extremely sensitive, every time Bai Lin hits it, Xia Tian shudders, his back acupoint shrinks because of the pleasure, and because of this position, he swallows him even deeper.

The phone was still flashing on the floor, Haida said: "In short, all the media are following up the 'Rebels' incident, it is simply an infectious disease."

The voice of her voice made Xia Tian's body tense a little, Bai Lin pushed in hard, feeling that he was trembling with desire, neither of them made any sound.

"The company has made a plan, and I sent it to your email." Haitian continued, "Two floating areas were destroyed, at least 27,000 organizations claimed to be related to the rebels, and within three hours there were 3,000 Hundreds of cases are directly related to the Rebel incident. The harassment you have recently received may be serious, and I will remind you."

Xia Tian went back to Bai Lin to confirm his existence. Bai Lin held down his hand, clasped his fingers tightly, pushing in again and again.

The pleasure was over, the two breathed intertwined, tightly entangled, and refused to separate.

There was silence on the phone for a while, Haida probably couldn't think of anything to say, and then hung up.

There was another burst of thunder, and the entire floating city seemed to be shaking. Bai Lin kissed the wound on Xia Tian's back again and again, pushing hard into his body, the sex brought the smell of gunpowder, which also made the two of them even more excited.

No one asked what time it was, and it seemed that only the two of them existed in the world.

Bai Lin gathered Xia Tian's long hair with one hand, and kissed the back of his neck, which ruthlessly grinded his insides, the man moved impatiently, and he pressed him back.

Bai Lin is still holding Xia Tian's penis in one hand - I really don't know where he has such a strong desire to control - he wants to hold it completely in his hand, press it under his body, and control his every feeling, the speed of his orgasm, every trembling feeling. It's all his.

Only in this way can the dark hole in the soul be filled, so full that there will be no gaps.

He wholeheartedly felt the feeling of every time he invaded Xia Tian, and the trembling, urgency, and focus of that person, with the coldness of tactical planning, and merciless.

Xia Tian called out in a crying voice: "Xiaobai..."

Bai Lin's movements didn't slow down at all, he concentrated on savoring him, the man completely lost control under him, every movement would trigger helpless tremors.

He leaned close to Xia Tian's ear, and asked maliciously: "Is it cool?"

"Well," Xia Tian said, "Xiaobai... Xiaobai, please slow down, I have never..."

Bai Lin pushed it hard again, the man bit the quilt, and still made a drawn-out nasal sound, which was too sweet.

"Call out." Bai Lin said.

Xia Tian was quiet for a while, and began to call out in a sweet and crying voice: "Xiao Bai, slow down... This is the first time for me... Ah, but I like Xiao Bai, you are completely, completely inside me, I like you the most No one is as good as you... ah—”

He screamed so that the ice in a man's bones could turn into fuel, and set anything on fire.

Bai Lin imagined that the second scene should have a slower pace, a time to enjoy it slowly, but he almost ejaculated when he was called out by Xia Tian, so he had to cover his mouth.

"All right!" he said.

He heard Xia Tian laughing, sticking out his tongue to lick his palm.

Bai Lin couldn't stand being licked by him, bit Xia Tian's shoulder bitterly, and put his fingers into his mouth, looking for his tongue.

He felt the man's tongue licking his fingertips, sucking erotically. He pressed it again, hearing Xia Tian's uncontrollable nasal voice, protracted his tone, and acted like a baby again.

The hung up phone lay quietly on the carpet, Bai Lin buried his face into Xia Tian's neck, his mind was all about him, nothing else.

The impact is getting faster and faster, no words are needed, just the tiniest body movements, they all know how to cooperate, they are the most tacit partners, they know how to kill people, and they also know how to cooperate to have fun.

Together they climbed upwards, once again climaxing simultaneously.

During the orgasm, Xia Tian couldn't help biting Bai Lin's hand, and the pain only made the pleasure stronger. At that moment, Bai Lin only felt that his mind was blank, as if a fire had burned his mind, and it would never return to its original state.

But when sober he is whole, everything reshaped.

They were stuck together, panting exhaustedly, and their bodies were still shaking a little. Bai Lin could feel the strength between Xia Matsushita's teeth, and embarrassedly licked the place where it was bitten.

he laughed.

Both of them were exhausted, stuck together and didn't want to separate, Bai Lin pressed on top, reached out to touch the wound on his back, and kissed again.

Xia Tian turned over, hugged his waist tightly, and buried his head in it.

The night had fallen, the minutes passed by, the rain was still heavy, and they didn't move.

Bai Lin fiddled with Xia Tian's hair with his fingers, still biting his mouth. He thought the behavior was stupid, but he liked being so crooked, childish, and he was very satisfied.

He won't allow anyone to take him away.

They lingered on the bed for a while, and then slowly went to the bathroom to take a shower.

There were traces of sex all over the two of them, including various scratches and tooth marks. Bai Lin didn't want to deal with it, and childishly hoped to leave it on his body.

He helped Xia Tian deal with the injury at the back, it was so badly messed up that it would be difficult to get in the car without taking care of it. Afterwards the work dangled, numerous kisses were exchanged, and there was almost another one.

It was still raining outside, and the whole world was shrouded in water.

Xia Tian didn't wear anything, climbed onto the bed, closed his eyes, grabbed the blanket, covered his body, and groped to find Bai Lin.

Bai Lin also lay on the bed, and the man's fingertips touched his wrist. He lay on the bed, looking at the person who was about to fall asleep beside him, the sound of rain was still endless, and the night was getting dark.

He stretched out his hand, put his arm on Xia Tian, and carefully hugged him.

The man was already unconscious, but he closed his eyes and leaned towards Bai Lin, hugged his waist, buried his face in his chest, rubbed against him, found a comfortable position, and stopped moving.

Bai Lin just hugged him like this, feeling that the man's breathing gradually became deep and steady, and the breath brushed against his skin.

He listened to Xia Tian's heartbeat, closed his eyes in the sound of rain, and soon fell asleep.

It was already noon when Bai Lin woke up, and Xia Tian was still sleeping, with one hand on his waist, nestling comfortably in the blanket.

He lay there for a while with his eyes open, the air around him was warm and still, like a particularly good dream. He stretched out his hand and touched Xia Tian's hair, the hair was soft and real. He thought, I have to make a meal, he will wake up hungry.

He got out of bed softly and went to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat.

As a mansion, there are all kinds of daily necessities here, Bai Lin found some ingredients according to the taste of summer, took them to the kitchen, and started to prepare breakfast—or lunch.

It never occurred to him to read the news, and he thought later that he had simply forgotten about it.

Bai Lin cooked porridge and fried eggs, Xia Tian smelled the aroma halfway through cooking, got up from the bed, walked into the kitchen in a daze, and said he was hungry.

Bai Lin was busy squeezing the juice, and said to him, "Just wait."

Xia Tian let out a "hmm", with loose hair and no shoes, he yawned and went to cut the fruit. Although he is not conscious, but his knife skills are top-notch, and he got it done quickly.

The two worked together to make a pretty good lunch, and came to the living room with the plate, and settled it on the sofa without any image, chatting with each other.

Xia Tian went to get the things on Bai Lin's plate, Bai Lin said: "It's not like you don't have any."

"Your one looks more delicious." Xia Tian said.

He licked his fingers and smiled at him, Bai Lin tightly clutched the cup, he considered himself a very restrained person, but he was sure that the two of them had to play a big game today, asked for leave from the company, and would not go anywhere.

They didn't go anywhere, they just stayed at home. In fact, I didn't do much, nothing more than cooking, talking, watching news and playing games together.

The time in Bai Lin's memory is always long and hopeless, he has never been like this, the time has become bright, so simple, so sweet.

The news said that Georg's body hadn't been found yet, but the life monitor didn't respond, and he was probably dead.

Before the 199th killing show was over, two master plans died, and the crowd cheered and were very excited. The flames of firewood on the sacrificial pillar burned higher and higher, turning the night sky blood red.

When Haitian called, Bai Lin was entangled with Xia Tian on the sofa.

He was watching the news, Xia Tian stretched out his foot to rub against his calf, Bai Lin stretched out his hand to grab it, and then they rolled together.

"I don't care what you two are doing," their image planner said on the phone, "There is a party tonight, you must go, don't forget."

Bai Lin rested his chin on Xia Tian's shoulder, Xia Tian's hand was still on his penis, he didn't know what he was doing.

"I know." He said as calmly as possible.

"You just... clean up, and a car will come to pick you up at some point." Haitian said, "It's just a meal. Those people just think it's fun, just want to make a formality. You deal with it, be polite... It's just a banquet, it's no big deal Yes. I have sent the car to drive and the clothes to wear to your mailbox."

Bai Lin let out a "hmm", feeling that his voice was not calm. He originally wanted to say "no problem", but he didn't say it, trembling and shot in Xia Tian's hand. He punished the man with a bite on the shoulder.

"I don't want to go anywhere." Xia Tian said with a drawn voice.

"I don't want to either." Bai Lin said.

They just lingered on the sofa for a while, and finally got up reluctantly, tidied up and prepared to go out.

Standing in the huge fitting room in summer, countless luxury clothes are neatly arranged around like an army, with no end in sight.

He was wearing a black dress, which made his figure even more slender and elegant. Bai Lin looked at him, the man's long hair was flowing on his shoulders, loosely tied with a dark silver hairband, woven with fine diamonds, and the embellished dark rubies ooze a strange blood color under the brilliance. Only Uptown will have this headband.

And under the gorgeous clothes, he has precise control over his body and faint explosive power with every gesture, he is a warrior who can kill people at any time.

He buttoned the dark red cuff buttons, his eyes were drooping, and there was a kind of momentum in his movements. No amount of uptown luxuries could hide his brilliance.

He had long since lost the bewilderment he felt when he first arrived in Uptown. He knew where he was and what he could do. Knowing how many people he can kill, what the bottom line is, and nothing that should be offended.

Standing there, people couldn't look away.

Bai Lin walked over and straightened Xia Tian's collar, the man looked at him for a while, then suddenly messed up his hair, and kissed it again.

He smiled at him so brightly that all shadows receded under it.

Seeing himself in his eyes, Bai Lin was also smiling, too happy and extremely dangerous. But he couldn't stop.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, reflecting the heavy dark clouds above. Under the strong light, the clouds were layered on top of each other, like an army pressing down on the ground.

The car won't arrive in a while, so they gathered together to study how to hide weapons. This kind of gathering is tightly guarded, and in the end they could only bring in a knife.

But Bai Lin unrealistically thinks that he can do everything. Even with just a pocket knife.

I do not know where the banquet venue is in the floating city. From the route, it is speculated that it is in the northwest direction, a floating castle.

It has been raining in the main city, but the moon and stars are scarce here, and it is above a large area of calm water, reflecting the sky like a mirror, and the edge cannot be seen at a glance.

And the mansion is beautiful, like a dream.

The owner of this house is He Jingting. According to Minkov's information, he is a member of the core board of directors of the Fujin Group. He does not know how old he is. Now that genetic technology is advanced, the gods of Mount Olympus always look young. Maybe in a few years, if he can really ascend to the top of the Conferred God, he won't have to die.

Mr. He is also a member of the founding family of the "Sense of Reality" club. This veteran member of the club that pursues extreme bloody experience looks to be in his early thirties. He wears an elegant moon-white dress and greets the incoming guests, speaking softly. The smile is gentle and elegant, like the breeze blowing on the face.

Xia Tian is not sure if he has seen him on the guest show, where the people look similar, always smiling, sitting in the most comfortable position. Luxe, a sip of eroticism, embarrassment, and death, is a rum in a glass for a sip when one is in a good mood.

Xiaobai touched him and handed him a glass of wine. Xia Tian took it over, they touched with their fingertips, and separated instantly.

The place of contact is slightly hot, but not more. There are too many cameras, so many people analyzing their body language, and their relationship must not be discovered by anyone.

Xia Tian drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and Bai Lin brought him another glass.

"Is it okay?"

"very good."

Bai Lin smiled at him, he was wearing a light-colored dress, all the confused light was cooling and dying around him, the smile was also his alienated and elegant smile all the time, but Xia Tian knew what was inside.

He could see himself reflected in his eyes, the man's eyes so focused, it seemed like he was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Xia Tian ordered himself to look away, not to keep staring.

2.

At this time, they were standing on the promenade of the mansion, which was as beautiful as a fairyland.

On the wall on the right, there is a huge religious oil painting, which depicts the glorious colors of the kingdom of heaven. And on the shelf at the opposite foot, there are nearly twenty heads of prey inlaid with the old-fashioned habit, but they are all men and women in their teens, with beautiful faces and different expressions, and they are different joys with a slight sense of confusion. Look at this piece of heaven.

Below is a metal plate that explains the art of eliciting, capturing and fixing subtle expressions.

Mr. He walked towards them with a smile on his face.

"The presence of two high-ranking members of the rebel army really made our house flourish," he said.

He raised his glass to them, gestured gracefully, and the "real sense" club embroidery was gracefully lying on his gown, an elegant heart-shaped flower.

"What a pair of exquisite products." He said, looking at the two of them, he admired them sincerely.

The two Killing Show stars listened with cold faces. The compliment was so serious that it was disgusting.

"Your showroom must have an orange-red light base to create the effect that a war may break out at any time." Mr. He continued, "I have already thought of several suitable clothes. 'The rough aesthetic owner must have a theme embellishment to make the viewing process more interesting."

Xia Tian held the cup tightly, the lighting here was strange, his eyes were translucent deep orange, as if a burning and deadly fire was burning inside his body.

The person on the opposite side smiled with satisfaction, Xia Tian drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, turned around and left. Bai Lin followed behind him, and gave He Jingting a cold look.

Orange-red light shrouded them, casting gloomy shadows.

Mr. He's house is as big as a labyrinth, with simple and artistic design.

There are ancient sculptures, paintings, porcelain and posters everywhere, as well as some mutant biological specimens that are extremely curious, and living but equipped with control chips.

These things not only have commemorative significance in the show, but also have "watching value" guided mutations, or different situations such as "interesting accidents" in the laboratory. The advanced specimen technology fixed their tragic death accurately for people to visit. The living and the dead are mixed together, belonging to the same fairyland-like mansion.

Bai Lin wanted to take a look at the structure of the house, and the two Kill Show stars strolled along the load-bearing wall and started chatting about making a movie, but they didn't say a few words, and the topic quickly turned into the explosion in Sin City.

"The design of the upper city is very exquisite, and it is basically hollow." Bai Lin said, gesturing to Xia Tian, "Below Sin City is the underground parking lot, and further down is the intercity expressway and self-transportation road. Once it starts to collapse, it will become It became a deep pit, and the buildings above couldn't even see a shadow when they fell into it."

— Judging from the current news, a very deep pit has collapsed in Sin City and its surrounding areas, and it has been burning, and the rain has not been poured down. It was a hole in hell.

Looking at the image of the big pit on the video, Xia Tian said, "It's very beautiful."

"Like it?"

"I like it." Xia Tian said, "Like a big garbage dump on fire."

Bai Lin smiled at him.

"I would also like."

They both looked at each other and smirked.

"If the upper city falls—" Bai Lin continued.

Xia Tian listened to him explain the specific landing effect of the upper city, and felt that the way he spoke was really good-looking. He didn't want to stay here for a second, he just wanted to go home quickly.

Then they saw the scene.

There are a few "servants" scattered around the house, some in sexy clothes and some in formal dress, but they are all for the guests to "enjoy".

Not far in front of them, next to several disgusting mutated biological specimens, two young guests wanted a black-haired "servant" to have sex with another person in front of them, and they were asking for a place.

That person kept shaking his head, and the other person also backed away, looking very unwilling.

But they gave in in the end. One of them was wearing a retro-style white casual home dress, with collarbone and half chest visible, barefoot, and took a pure and seductive route. He knelt on the ground, another person hesitantly pulled up the hem of his clothes and separated his legs.

Although having sex, they looked like they were mentally challenged.

The two guests ordered him to do what he should do first—insert his fingers—and then what to do. The man kneeling there crawled forward two painful steps, and was dragged back again.

Another guest came over, and the three of them looked at it with great interest, and adjusted several lights so that the mating area had a bright effect of direct sunlight. Such scenes can be seen everywhere in the house.

Under the light, the facial features of the person lying on the floor were profound, the lines were cold, and his body was cold in summer, and he realized that he knew this person.

This is a killing show star, named Wei Xiuqi, who was very popular at 185 and was a member of the championship team at that time. He was a first-class fighter, with a friendly smile but a ruthless hand and a faceless face. Xia Tian knew his fighting style and the way he dealt with troubles, or what it was like when he showed a wicked smile.

He also remembered how he died.

In the final round of the 187th class, Wei Xiuqi alone withstood the attack of a whole group of mutants, creating opportunities for his companions to escape. Those things would torture and kill living people. One of his teammates couldn't bear it, and finally turned around and shot him.

In the heart, he died instantly.

Xia Tian took a step back, subconsciously grabbed Xiao Bai's arm, and immediately let go.

The warmth dissipated, and the fingertips became cold.

Xia Tian told himself that this might be a cyborg, or a male prostitute—he had seen his own version—slightly modified to look like a star and provide sexual services under strict contract scope regulations.

In front, the man who looked like Wei Xiuqi spread his legs and knelt on the ground, allowing another person to penetrate his body. There was a metal reflection on his tailbone, like a signboard.

The three guests watched from the side, chatted a few words from time to time, corrected their posture, and asked them to be more wild and crazy.

The one in the back worked harder, the slapping sound was endless, and the person in front couldn't even kneel down, it was basically being fucked.

"Boss Wei's physical reaction is still very strong," Xia Tian heard a customer say—this was Wei Xiuqi's nickname back then, because he said that he wanted to open a cake shop after receiving the amnesty order, "The main problem with this technology is In terms of brain restoration, the prototype program is 200th generation, and the hardware is still the 9th generation. Look at Kongwei, he is basically a beast. If he gets emotional, he will fuck the boss of the death guard—"

Xia Tian suddenly realized who the guy who played Wei Xiuqi in front of others was the comrade who killed him before! At least the face is the same.

—The relationship between these two is very strong, the scene where he was forced to kill Wei Xiuqi at the end is a classic killing show, and he died not long after that. Some say he just doesn't want to live anymore.

He felt nauseous, and at this moment, a voice behind him said, "This is not a cyborg, nor is it micro-plastic surgery, this is Wei Xiuqi himself."

Xia Tian stayed for a while, then turned his head. The host of the banquet stood behind him, dressed in a formal attire, gentle and elegant, with a wide smile.

The previous guests were talking about a project called "Angel of Reality". When they heard the voice of the voice, they turned their heads and saw Xia Tian and Bai Lin.

Two of them suddenly laughed, and the look in their eyes... It's hard to describe. Xia Tian unconsciously opened his hand and clenched it. This is the kind of gaze that makes people want to grab a gun and make people who dare to look at them like this disappear from the world.

"I remember you like him very much." He Jingting said to Xia Tian, "One time "Blade of the Sky" asked you who was the Killing Show contestant you liked when you were young, and you said it was Wei Xiuqi, and also said that he treated you with his fighting style Influenced. I always remember."

Xia Tian did not speak for a while, that was an interview a long time ago, and now he will never let these people know any of his private affairs.

He has indeed known this person since he was a child, and from time to time there will be clips of the killing show in the upper city, creating an atmosphere that the killing show is the promised land of soldiers and the hometown of blood. And Wei Xiuqi is one of the few people who is still famous in the lower city.

In this kind of person, you can always learn something necessary for survival. At least he thought so.

"I understand very well, who can not like him, I was still young at that time, I almost regarded him as an idol." Mr. He said with a smile.

He looked at the guy lying on the ground who was so fucked up by his comrade that he couldn't even kneel down. The guy also saw him, raised his head, and whispered something, it might be "Mr. He". But the pronunciation is vague, like an animal moaning.

"He does his work quickly and neatly, and is very good at using the surrounding environment," He Jingting continued, "He is very proud, and the desire to resist seems to be engraved in his bones. He is also very responsible and principled. Nothing is compromised.”

The copulation is still going on, and the surrounding lights are very bright, illuminating the shadows of the copulation very clearly. A guest instructs his fucker to back up a bit to expose more of the entry to the light.

Wei Xiuqi's robe slipped off, and Xia Tian saw the gunshot wound on his chest, which was where he left when he died.

He had a chill, and unconsciously took another step back.

"But...he is dead." Xia Tian said.

"Yes, he died for a while." He Jingting said, greeted several guests, then turned to Xia Tian and said, "So this is already a very good effect."

Xia Tian opened his lower lip, wanting to say "how is this possible", but couldn't say it.

"He is delirious, but he responds to light, sound and touch, so he can play like this." He Jingting said.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed Wei Xiuqi's hair, and made him raise his head.

The man was inserted into his body by his former comrade-in-arms under the watchful eyes of everyone, and he kept shaking. A little liquid overflowed from the lower body, and I was about to ejaculate.

Wei Xiuqi wanted to avoid unconsciously, a vague sense of shame still remained in his body, but he was completely ignored. Mr. He pulled his hair and showed the toy to the guests.

"After his death, we immediately restarted him to restore the brain response, and used the previous memory collection to make a large number of artificial neurons, which is very expensive." He said.

Xia Tian stared at the copulation scene, his whole body was icy cold, the warmth of cuddling in love had completely disappeared, and he stood in the distorted reality.

He was standing in the mansion of the powerful and powerful. Everything here was brightly colored, but it was also a huge mass of extreme darkness. Light is a virtual image, and it will shatter when touched.

His mind was blank, and only one sentence echoed repeatedly: Can they do this? !

"His reputation was in the sky at the time, so his death was very expensive, and we used modern technology to drag him back halfway from Hades," He Jingting said, "Even if these stars are incomplete, they are still expensive."

He smiled meaningfully towards Xia Tian and Bai Lin. He looks handsome and meticulously crafted, and he really looks like a god in the golden light.

"In order to make him recover better, I carried out a lot of punishment, sexual desire or emotional implants, and spent a lot of money to make him know how to make a bed. Most of the specimens can't do it." Mr. He said , "I used to pamper him a lot, but now the shelf life of the product and freshness is not long, and he will soon only be able to use it at nostalgic banquets."

Xia Tian recalled Wei Xiuqi's appearance when he died, that was the end of all grievances, the climax of tragic emotions, squeezed to the extreme by the killing show, and finally the ending.

But it was not.

Mr. He continued to talk about the living specimens, and was very interested in Xia Tian's reaction.

He turned his head to Kongwei behind and said, "Stop."

Kong Wei was stunned for a moment, then stopped his movements, and the hot copulation scene ended in such an instant.

Wei Xiuqi crawled forward two steps on both hands and feet, shrunk unconsciously to a corner, and hid behind the disgusting specimen on the side—Xiamen found out that it was the one from the 185th homicide—as if it could protect him.

He wanted to grab his clothes, but didn't dare. Xia Tian felt that his hands were shaking, he didn't know whether it was because of the cold or something else, he stayed for a while, took off his coat and handed it to him, and slipped his hands once in the middle.

The man shivered and hugged and blocked his body.

Xia Tian thought, this behavior is meaningless, and it will not help in the slightest. He... the best thing he can do to Wei Xiuqi is to kill him. If he falls into this situation, he will hope that no matter who it is, just give him a happy one.

This is the ultimate way for the contestants of Killing Show to solve their problems, just like what Kongwei did for Wei Xiuqi. They know it's all dead ends.

But as things stand, that technology doesn't work here. The light of the powerful people at the top of the food chain in Uptown enveloped everything, and this mansion was so bright and gorgeous that death disappeared.

Mr. He Jingting looked at Xia Tian tenderly, his eyes filled with interest and coldness.

"He has a sense of shame." He said, staring at Xia Tian, "This is a paid menu, I added it emphatically, so it's more interesting. His intelligence is seriously degraded, and there is no way to do it for the time being."

Xia Tian felt nauseous, he tried hard to control himself. Wei Xiuqi curled up in the corner, the top ten figure in the killing show list for half a century, his current appearance is creepy.

Kongwei erected his penis, stood blankly under the light, his eyes were blank, waiting for orders. Apparently his arousal quality isn't high enough, he's basically just a doll doing what he's told.

He is a cheerful person who loves to laugh. Xia Tian still clearly remembers the look in his eyes when he was forced to kill Wei Xiuqi. They are the strongest friends. He doesn't want him to suffer any more. A bullet is the best thing he has. The way.

This desperation has made a fortune for the powerful and aroused a lot of cheap affection.

He Jingting said that he "liked" Wei Xiuqi very much, so he dragged back a part of him, made a specimen of the remnant dragged back from the hands of the god of death, put a price tag on it, played with it, abused and insulted it in his hands, until it was dilapidated , into the garbage heap.

"Mr. He," Bai Lin said, "We have other things, you can do whatever you want."

He grabbed Xia Tian's arm and said, "Let's go."

He turned and left, and Xia Tian also turned and left, without even looking at Mr. and Mr., it was meaningless to exchange pleasantries at this point.

After walking a long distance, he could feel the man staring at him.

Xia Tian thought that he should be extremely angry, but he didn't, he felt cold, and everything seemed extremely absurd, he couldn't find words.

There was a large area of darkness in the chest, and the bone marrow seemed to be frozen into ice, without the slightest light, but very cold and very certain.

Beside him, Bai Lin's eyes were gloomy and dark gray, he put down his wine glass, as if afraid that he might not be able to hold it steadily. The two exchanged glances, which contained nothing but pure desire for destruction.

No questions asked, no expense spared.

All this must be destroyed.

3.

The night was getting darker, and the Hejia Mansion was shrouded in the moonlight, as if it stood in a paradise outside the world.

The "servants" served here are almost exclusively the stars of yesteryear, taxidermied by the Uptown capitalists and roamed about the mansion for the enjoyment of cheap favourites.

These people have metal plaques embedded in their tailbone, just like paintings, porcelain and specimens, you can see all the achievements of this person, poetic description of temperament, commercial value, and the technology used to make it into this, it is an advertisement kind of.

Xia Tian is sure that he and Xiao Bai are also one of the members being visited.

The two found some snacks and wine, and were about to find a corner to stay. At this moment, the voices of several people talking at the same time suddenly came from not far away.

"Mr. Minkoff," someone said.

"Mr. Little Minkoff."

"Good evening, Mr. Minkoff—"

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Minkoff."

"Good evening, Mr. Little Minkoff."

Xia Tian turned his head to look, and Mr. Minkov and his son were walking in through the gate.

Both were dressed casually, as they had the right to do.

Little Minkov was wearing a dark dress, only the collar and cuffs were adorned with bright cool colors. He followed behind his father, nodding casually to the gathered people.

He looked like his father, with a gentle manner, but his eyes were indifferent and arrogant, not a single blade of grass grew, and it seemed that everything in the world was supposed to revolve around him.

He Jingting stepped forward to talk, and Xiao Minkov replied politely. His eyes swept across the hall aimlessly, as well as Xia Tian and Bai Lin, as if he didn't see it.

Maybe I really didn't see it, everything in the world seemed meaningless under those eyes.

Not long ago, Xia Tian had a phone call with him, talking about Georg and his threat. That person got the evidence about Bai Lin's identity, and he definitely wouldn't just put it in a server in Sin City.

Xiao Minkov listened in amazement, was silent for a long time, and then insisted on holographic video chat.

After opening the video, he rushed over and circled Bai Lin several times, and shouted, "Wow, this is really... a magical turn."

He's wearing a black T-shirt with a bang on it in orange lettering — it says "BOOM!!!" Hair is messed up, hair clip pinned casually, big smile, as big as he should be.

"I'm talking about the server." Xia Tian said.

Little Minkov said without raising his head, "I'll take care of it."

He continued to dance around Bai Lin like a small ball of flame, looking graceful and dangerous, and reached out to touch it.

"I can't touch it." Xia Tian said angrily.

"Let me feel it!" Xiao Minkov said, "Bai Lin, live, even the TV is embarrassed to shoot like this!"

He walked briskly around Bai Lin, his eyes were shining, he was a complete destroyer.

"It's going to be a super bomb!" he said.

He took two steps back and forth.

"As I said before, this kind of virus cannot be released by someone on a large scale. The protection protocols in the upper city are first-rate." The world is going to hell with you—”

Little Minkov smiled at them, still a child, but his smile was wild, brilliant and cold.

In the eyes of the top dignitary in the upper city, all he could see was the flames of destruction.

They only greeted each other during the meal, and Minkov nodded politely to them, and they nodded back.

The dinner is in a traditional style. A group of people dine on the old-fashioned long table. It is said that every dish is exquisite. But because the style is not high when they say it, they can only know how noble the raw materials of a certain dish are and what weird methods are used from occasional conversations. Some sound so far-fetched that people suspect they are joking.

They met Mr. Minkoff officially for the first time. The man's hair was only slightly darker than that of Minkoff's, and his eyes were exactly the same. He had a casual attitude and called them "our rebel leaders."

But when he opened his mouth, it was as if there were a large cloud of dark clouds surrounding him, and every air molecule was under his supervision.

"I like the word leader of the rebels." Someone next to him echoed, "It's kind of uplifting."

"Oh, everybody likes it," said Mr. Minkoff, "because everyone feels that the world deserves to be destroyed. But it's too human to be destroyed."

Everyone laughed as if they had heard a very funny joke.

Xia Tian and Bai Lin's positions are very close to Mr. He, and the man asked Wei Xiuqi to sit at his feet, like a decorative footstool. Wei Xiuqi was still wearing a summer coat. The two of them were close in stature, and he was wearing it very well. The coat was a bit long, barely covering his lower body.

A gray-haired dignitary asked He Jingting about Wei Xiuqi's skills. It seemed that if he wanted to use this kind of customization in the killing show, he had to test the waters through a lightning show first.

"Sex is very delicate. After all, they are dead, so surgery is needed to strengthen the connection of specific neurons to make them sensitive to such things. To be precise, they can be very sensitive—" He Jingting said to him.

The man put his arms around a girl in a backless dress, and said that he would go to the entertainment area to test it later.

Xia Tian also knows her. Die in the 190th kill show, top notch tactical planning.

"'Living specimen' is a delicate technology," the third guest added to the topic, "Theoretically, whatever you like, you can fix these responses through specific neuron connections, and the finished product can keep the old ones to the greatest extent." appearance.

"Of course death takes a loss, death always takes a loss, unfortunately."

The other two agreed. He Jingting picked up a piece of unknown fruit and put it into Wei Xiuqi's mouth, and stuck his fingers in, playing with his tongue absently. Although there are a lot of dining rules, it is normal to play with... "specimens".

The man ate obediently, licking his fingers, looking uncomfortable but not knowing what to do.

"I spent a long time for Xiaowei, but now I'm a little tired." He Jingting said, "Everything will pass away these days, celebrities will pass away, and so will feelings."

"If modern technology has taught us anything, it's that preservatives can be added to everything. Unfortunately, even so, everything has a shelf life." Another guest diagonally across said.

This theory drew a few murmurs of approval.

He Jingting turned to look at Xia Tian, and said politely: "You haven't eaten much."

"I'm not hungry." Xia Tian said.

"Then take it away, do you want to eat something else?" The other party said.

The butler who rushed over in Xia Tian said that there is no need to withdraw it. This meat is not bred in any studio. One meal is worth the living expenses of a commoner for several years. Although he has no appetite, he still feels guilty about throwing it away.

He ate a little with a cold face, and the banquet was a harmonious scene. The dignitaries in the upper city had good dining etiquette and elegant manners. They didn't make a single sound, only chatting in a low voice, and those who made indecent noises were pet-like living specimens.

Wei Xiuqi sat restlessly at the feet of a group of guests, and tried his best to cover his body with his clothes. Kongwei was also in the dining room, he stood by the window, unconsciously staring at his former comrades-in-arms. Xia Tian didn't know if it was his own will, or the details of custom-made with Mr. specimen, he would rather be custom-made.

He exchanged a few words with Mr. and a guest next to him about the new torture machine in the salon. At this moment, he glanced at Xia Tian again, obviously paying attention to him all the time. The man said casually, "Do you like it?"

Xia Tian was stunned for a moment, and looked away from Wei Xiuqi. Mr. He continued: "If you like it, I can give it to you. He will do anything I ask him to do. If I say something now, even if he is reluctant, he will get under the table and have some fun for us. "

He said: "Xiaowei, that's Xia Tian, that's Bai Jing'an, you..."

"Enough!" Xia Tian said.

He Jingting smiled with great interest.

"That's what I like about you," he said, slowly eating a piece of meat off the fork. "I've watched your sex scene several times on the guest show. You are so gentle and restrained. It's unexpected. So Gentleman, it is one of the top treasures in my collection."

Xia Tian's hands trembled, and Bai Lin pressed his wrist.

"Although if I want to save it, I will need you to be more obedient and change you to be more obedient and more likely to be afraid." He Jingting said, "But after a person dies once, it is always easier to be afraid."

Xia Tian's whole body tensed up uncontrollably, like a wild animal feeling a major crisis, wanting to kill and destroy something at all costs.

Guns are not allowed in this place, all firearms are prohibited, and all he has in his hand is a small knife, but he has gone through all the situations in an instant. He was almost sure Minkoff Jr. had some kind of weapon in his hand—he didn't know what, but the guy definitely had one. He cares what he wants, and he will give it.

Bai Lin pressed his hand a little harder, and Xia Tian could feel his fingertips being cold. His stomach seemed to be full of ice, but the cold felt so similar to the burn of fire that he couldn't tell the difference.

He Jingting watched their interaction with a funny but cold expression.

“It’s wonderful,” he said, “that everything you like these days, subtle and fleeting, can be preserved with technology, fixed, put in a display case, and enjoyed when you need it.”

"It's a good plan," someone at the other end of the table said with a smile, "but our two rebel leaders have their own owners."

"Ah, I don't mean to offend Mr. Minkoff." He Jingting said, "but I believe that Mr. Minkoff's interest is mainly limited to living people—"

"Whatever my interest is, I don't need to worry about it with my husband." Xiao Minkov said coldly.

Xia Tian could see He Jingting quickly glanced at Mr. Minkov, who didn't even look in this direction, and was talking to a woman named Lei Luo, looking quite devoted.

The future ruler looked directly at He Jingting, his pupils were blue-gray in this light. On this table with complicated etiquette and lifelessness, those eyes were emotionless, as if a heavy rain was coming, full of oppressive feeling.

He Jingting looked away, stared at the plate for a few seconds, and said, "Of course."

Xia Tian had been eating with a gloomy face, and suddenly said to him: "Just now I told my husband that if I like it, I can give him to me, is it true?"

"Yes, it is his honor to be liked by His Excellency the God of War." He Jingting said to Xia Tian, "However, why don't you come and prove to me how much you like it, Xia Tian?"

"Are you going to send it or not?" Xia Tian said.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was elegant, but his words were simple and direct, and there was no room for evasion.

Bai Lin added: "If you are reluctant, we can also pay."

"I'm not short of this money." He Jingting said, "I insist on giving him to the two of you, I'm just thinking—"

"Excellent, I don't want to pay anyway." Xia Tian said.

He threw away the knife and fork and stared at He Jingting. Haida always said not to offend the powerful and powerful, but it doesn't matter to them anymore.

Bai Lin said, "Should we take it away now, or will you send it over later?"

"Mr. He will send it over." Little Minkov said.

He Jingting turned to look at him, and Xiao Minkov smiled brightly at him.

Next to him, Mr. Minkoff seemed to be talking about some interesting topic, and he leaned over to talk to little Minkoff, put his hand on his shoulder, pressed a small piece of hair, and rested his thumb on his neck.

His voice was very low, and Xia Tian couldn't hear what he said, but he could feel Xiao Minkov trembling slightly. His movements were so slight that the knife didn't even touch the plate, and Mr. Minkoff was still saying that his hand was shaking so badly that he put the knife down carefully, as if he was afraid of making a rattling sound, which would be impolite.

Mr. Minkov's gaze swept over Xia Tian and Bai Lin, it was a kind of dark and dull eyes, all the light seemed to be annihilated in it.

Xia Tian heard Xiao Minkov say very softly: "Yes, sir."

His father smiled, looking at him with the cruelty of a powerful man, but also very focused and full of fun. He smoothed his hair and turned back to talk to Lei Luo.

The people at the table continued to chat and settle the dinner, all of them were exquisite and elegant, revealing the hungry gentleness cultivated in the bones of generations.

Xiao Minkov coldly glanced at the surrounding people, there was only endless darkness in those pupils.

Xia Tian and Xiao Minkov only spoke to each other when they were about to leave. His father had gone to discuss business, and it was rare for him to get an order.

The child walked to them, pulled the cuff nervously, Xia Tian turned to look at him, and said, "Are you okay?"

"I'm no good," said Little Minkoff, "but it won't be long, and I'd be sorry if I didn't make a scene. Then I'll feel very, very well—"

He clenched his hands tightly, his eyes reflected the mirror-like waters in front of the mansion, his eyes were calm and crazy. The light from the mansion seeped in, making his hair even more gorgeous, and the pitch-black background couldn't be suppressed at all.

"How's the situation?" Bai Lin said.

"Joger's matter is still being investigated, but the next general plan has been finalized," Xiao Minkov said, "We are old acquaintances, let's discuss together."

Xia Tian scolded a dirty word.

"The fifth round of design drawings has also been finalized and will be sent to your mailbox later." Xiao Minkov said.

He turned his head to look at Xia Tian. "They're going to kill you in round five," he said, "and before that they're marketing like crazy, and your death plan is still being discussed.

"They think that when you die, it's over. People in Uptown are like kids. No matter how crazy the party is, the adults take the toys and wine, turn off the lights, and die no matter how reluctant they are."

The wind messed up his hair a bit, and he was obviously dressed in formal clothes, but under the light of the full moon, there was something crazy about him, extremely angry, and his soul was burning.

Xia Tian could feel Bai Lin's hand pressing on his shoulder beside him, his fingertips clenched tightly, as if he would never let go of him in this lifetime.

"I can't do anything about it," Minkoff said. "I can only say it's live, they won't overdo it, but..."

He stopped for a while, stretched out his hand, and carefully touched Xia Tian's shoulder. "Please..." he said, "survive."

"He will survive." Bai Lin said.

There was a reckless tone in his tone, and his face was as cold as ice. Little Minkov turned his head to look at him, and the large waters around them reflected the moonlight, as if they were about to burn at any moment.

"If you come back alive," Minkoff said, "I can promise—"

He smiled at them.

"—show you a super-big fireworks!"