He Yan squatted on the ground, although his eyes were on the lime-stained square seal on the ground, his pupils were actually out of focus.
On the back of his bloodless right hand was a black tentacles winding around, the tip fell on the fingertips, wriggling from time to time, in this blue sky and white day, it looked a bit weird.
In fact, he should have found out earlier.
From yesterday when he was talking to Yan Xixi, the black shadow made trouble like jealousy, to picking up Fang Yin and handing it to him in the alley today, to the behavior of being obedient and flattering after being teased by him just now, all show that , Sombra's consciousness seems to be recovering at a terrifying speed.
You must know that on the first night, Sombra was still fully conscious, unable to communicate at all, acting tough, and completely acting like an unreasonable ghost.
Although after recognizing Soi Ying's identity that night, he accepted the other party's intimacy without any psychological barriers, and in the end he became dizzy...and even took the initiative to cater to him, but it is undeniable that the chaotic intimate At the beginning, it was indeed somewhat forced.
But in just two days, the black shadow has become completely different from that night. Although He Yan still has no way to communicate with it directly, it has gradually become jealous and behaved... It doesn't even know how to behave itself from that night. Where did I learn to act like a baby.
In fact, Sombra has changed a lot, but he has experienced too much in the past two days, and he has not dared to relax his nerves. He is very tired, and he has unconsciously ignored the changes in the closest people around him, no, ghosts.
He Yan couldn't help feeling guilty, no matter what, he shouldn't ignore his lover like this.
So someone with a guilty conscience couldn't help caressing the dark tentacles with his thumb.
The tentacle wriggled its thin body, slowly raised its head, and then touched his fingertips with the tip as if chirping with him.
Mmm... It's really cute.
He Yan: "..." Oops, his cuteness seems to be irreversible.
He Yan played with it with his fingers for a while with great interest before he continued to worry about Fang Yin.
With this weak body, he probably couldn't destroy this extremely hard square seal.
Although his spiritual power can affect the yin energy on the opponent's seal, it has little effect on the square seal itself. In the past, when his spiritual sea was not crushed, the spiritual power after materialization might be able to destroy Fang Yin, but now his spiritual power has only recovered a small part, and the hardness after materialization is no more than that of stone. How big is the brick.
Although he knew that there was little hope, He Yan took a chance and slapped Fang Yin with all his mental strength.
Sure enough, except for a wave of yin energy, Fang Yin was not damaged in the slightest.
It's troublesome, but I have to deal with it. It is absolutely impossible for this kind of evil thing with a strong yin energy to be thrown outside casually. If it causes any trouble or harms someone later, it will be his fault.
When He Yan was worrying about Fang Yin, he suddenly felt the tentacles wrapped around his hands move greatly. Looking down, the thin black tentacles slipped smoothly from the back of his hand, and he bent his body to face it. He circled half a circle around the square seal lying on the ground, as if looking at it.
It stood up first, and then its slender body swelled rapidly, from a thin and soft tentacles that were barely cute except that it was a little dark, to a thick, ferocious and murderous giant tentacles. Then, with a bend at the top, the square seal was rolled up from the ground.
The black tentacles wrapped around the same black square seal, and he didn't know how it operated. He Yan didn't even hear the sound. When the tentacles were released again, the square seal had disappeared, and there was only a pile of A very small amount of gray powder fell on the ground, and after being swept away by it, it could not be found at all.
After doing all this, its body deflated quickly like a balloon that suddenly leaked air, but it returned to its original shape in a few seconds, and then put its slender body on the back of He Yan's hand, gently and softly Writhing on the ground, looking very weak, helpless, and pitiful.
"..." He Yan was in a complicated mood, pursed his lips, and finally just patted its head as a reward.
It seemed that he underestimated the strength of Sombra, and at the same time underestimated its ability to perceive words and expressions.
He Yan used his mental strength to search carefully for the place where the powder fell, and found that he couldn't find even a trace of Yin Qi, so he returned home in peace.
After tossing and tossing, it was already afternoon, and he hadn't eaten anything except the porridge in the morning. As soon as he relaxed, the hunger surged quickly, and his stomach ached a little.
He Yan ate a belated lunch outside, went to the barber shop to trim his messy hair, and changed into a clean and refreshing hairstyle before rushing home.
Although he didn't know how Sombra's consciousness recovered on his own, the good news was that he finally didn't have to save money to buy jade for Sombra.
However, Han Ziyu's savings are really pitifully small, even if he doesn't need to save money, He Yan can't spend it lavishly.
When I finally returned to the small rental room, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.
Like most boys, Han Ziyu didn't pay much attention to cleaning the room. He Yan, however, has a slight obsession with cleanliness. He was so tense two days ago that he didn't have time to take care of it. Now that he finally has some leisure, he couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and tidy up the rental house a little. There is still a long way to go for the standard of spotless cleanliness, but it doesn't look so messy anyway, and it can barely catch the eye.
In the process of tidying up the room, Sombra graciously helped him with his tentacles. Although the effect of this "help" was more like making trouble, He Yan didn't dampen its enthusiasm.
Although Sombra already has the ability to think, judging from its current behavior, it looks like a child with straight thoughts, and he doesn't know when it will completely return to normal.
I don't know what the origin of their family is... Maybe it's a ghost, but it doesn't have a shape, and he is not a professional who specializes in this field, so he really can't figure it out.
After tidying up the room, He Yan took his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Because of tight funds, the rental house that Han Ziyu rented is very small, and the bathroom is even more cramped. It is only four or five square meters in size. It feels a bit useless to put some toiletries. If that kind of tall and strong man , I'm afraid that taking a bath here will make you suffocate to death.
He Yan simply washed his hair for five minutes, then turned off the shower, and was wiping the shower gel on his body when he suddenly felt the temperature in the closed and humid bathroom drop out of thin air. Share the familiar slippery touch.
He Yan watched helplessly as a tentacle protruded from the body of the black figure who didn't know when it slipped in, and wrapped it around his arm.
... I knew this guy would come to make trouble.
He Yan raised his arm and warned: "Don't make trouble."
Probably because its tone was not harsh, the black shadow didn't intend to stop its movements at all. It reached forward with its tentacles, wiped away the shower gel in his hand, and imitated his previous movements, smearing it on his body.
Sombra's movements were clumsy at the beginning, but it was very clever, and soon became proficient in its movements. Later, it even mastered the new method of using shower gel without a teacher.
The tentacles are cool and slippery, and the feeling of sliding over the body makes one can't help but think of some kind of soft-bodied creature.
He Yan supported the wall: "..."
Although it has been two nights, he feels that he still cannot adapt to such a unique... way for the time being.
It seems that today's bath is destined to not be able to take a good bath...
Maybe it was because the air in the bathroom was not circulating, and He Yan felt that his breathing gradually became difficult.
Finally, he was so exhausted that his body slid down uncontrollably and he knelt down on the hard and wet tiles.
Although Sombra's performance in the past two days can barely be regarded as well-behaved, but perhaps because of some kind of instinct, its mental power filaments have a strong desire to control in the entanglement. He has the upper hand, but as long as Sombra is completely excited, he will completely take the initiative, using his pitch-black mental power to frantically entangle and rub his body.
He Yan's spiritual filaments are white. In fact, in his original world, the mental filaments of normal people were all white, but the black shadow had mutated for some unknown reason, and the spiritual filaments showed a strange black color.
In the bathroom, countless filaments of mental energy twisted and entangled, almost filling up the small space of the room.
Because of his excessive pleasure, the filaments of his mental strength already began to shrink back into the spiritual sea, but the black shadow obviously still looked unsatisfied, and refused to let him go.
The white filaments of spiritual power look very sluggish, without the aura of black shadows today at all, hanging down softly, entangled and blended by the strong black spiritual power, the white filaments of spiritual power are sometimes over-stimulated Struggling and twisting twice, but completely unable to shake the confinement of the black spiritual filaments, it can only be forced to bear the somewhat excessive pleasure for it.
Whenever this kind of time comes, He Yan can only bear it passively and let others slaughter him.
Soi Ying's original character must have been terrible... He Yan leaned his head against the bathroom wall and couldn't help guessing.
In a daze, he felt a soreness in his eye sockets, and then, a physiological liquid slipped from the corner of his eyes.
The strong sense of shame allowed him to recover a bit of clarity from the dizziness, and barely regained his thinking ability, but he was soon pulled into a new vortex.
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I don't know how long it took before the filaments of He Yan's mental power were let go by the black shadow who was finally satisfied.
He shook his head, took a couple of breaths, leaned against the wall in a weird posture and barely stood up, and pressed the switch of the exhaust fan.
The bathroom was so hot and stuffy that he was almost suffocating...
Because the ground was covered with water marks and it was very slippery, when He Yan stood up he almost lost his balance and fell to the ground. It was the black shadow that held onto his waist with its tentacles to avoid being disfigured.
As the fresh air was continuously drawn into the bathroom by the exhaust fan, He Yan's chaotic mind was finally fully awake.
He looked down at himself, and found that his body was still stained with shower gel, and even had white bubbles due to friction.
It's barely a bath...
At this time, He Yan's hands were weak and his legs were weak, and he didn't bother to wash it again. He turned on the tap and rinsed off the shower gel on his body hastily, and then left the bathroom.
At this time, Heiying knew how to be considerate, and helped him sit on the bed with his tentacles all the way.
He Shi likes to sleep on soft beds. When cleaning up the house, he dug out a thick quilt from the cabinet and put it under the sheets. Now after a very strenuous exercise, he lay down on it. The feeling of being completely trapped in the bed made him sigh comfortably.
Stretching out his hand lazily, he pushed out the tentacles that wanted to be squeezed into the thin quilt. Looking at the tentacles that looked extra lively after being satisfied, a possibility that he hadn't thought of before suddenly appeared in He Yan's mind.
Consciousness is not clear, in fact, it is also a spiritual problem in the final analysis.
Since the injury in his spiritual sea can be repaired by merging with his partner's psychic power, is it also related to the previous two psychic mergings that Sombra's consciousness can recover so quickly
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