As the sun sets, the interior is filled with golden clouds, as if covered with a layer of warm, soft and thick crystal powder. The floor-to-ceiling windows are flat and clear, reflecting the shadows of two people embracing each other.
Hearing the tears on Zheliu's face and trembling all over from crying, He Qin's slender and strong palms passed under the soft hair on the side of his neck and gently surrounded him. He used his lips to kiss the teardrops that were rolling down his face, and pressed his lips to his warm skin, murmuring hot words of love.
An overly strong emotion tightly surrounded him, and the monstrous flood swirled eagerly, sweeping Wen Zheliu deeply into the whirlpool in the center. The room became very large, and he suddenly became very small, small enough for He Qin held him in his hands.
The humiliating embarrassment and embarrassing shrinkage quietly grew in the seams of his bones. He choked and choked, and gradually stopped crying, but soon he felt a nameless sense of escape - he was enough to melt gold in He Qin. His eyes were filled with embarrassment, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it immediately.
"It's so embarrassing..." He covered his eyes, trying his best to wipe away the tears that were as unstoppable as springs from the ground, "I, I want to..."
"Don't think about it." He Qin seemed to know what he was going to say next, "You want to escape, don't you?"
The wings of his nose wrinkled slightly, and he bared his fangs gently like a wild beast, and then took the earlobe of Wenzheliu in his mouth and rubbed it, like a leopard marking its unique prey in this life.
"But I..." Wen Zheliu could hardly dare to look directly into He Qin's eyes, speaking incoherently. He felt extremely dizzy. His eyes were filled with golden light and the gorgeous madness of fireworks exploding, and his mind felt like an explosion. The universe, stardust and the Milky Way collided in the ruins of the lost paradise, "No, I still..."
He Qin held his waist tightly to prevent him from succeeding in his attempt to climb off him. He raised the corners of his lips carelessly and reached out to pinch Wen Zheliu's chin.
"Did you see it?" He Qin approached him and asked in a low voice, "Here."
Wen Zheliu's head was now a ball of mush. He asked in a daze, "What did you see?"
He Qin smiled carelessly, leaned his face close and said, "I have a mole on my lip, right?"
Wen Zheliu had to shake his head vigorously to wake up a little from the confusion and dizziness of the beauty. He nodded blankly and heard He Qin continue: "I've seen you staring at it a long time ago. How about it? It's a chance." It’s rare, do you want a kiss?”
Wen Zheliu stared at the slightly darker mole, but finally couldn't resist the temptation and foolishly moved forward to kiss it.
"Is one kiss enough?" The two people's breaths mingled, and he heard He Qin's evil smile, and couldn't help but chirp for the second and third times. The chirping kissing sounds gradually stuck together and spread out. The subtle sound of water that makes one's ears feel warm.
After a moment's lips parted, He Qin's handsome face also had a drunken blush, and his lower body also reacted. He leaned against Wen Zheliu, sucking his lower lip with lingering thoughts, and said hoarsely: "Look, even if there is no mistletoe now, I will still kiss you."
Wen Zheliu could only lean on his shoulder and neck to catch her breath, and he continued: "I should have come back earlier to see you and tell you this, but because I made a small thing, so..."
Wen Zheliu struggled hard and resisted: "I...I haven't agreed yet! I haven't agreed!"
"Okay, okay, you didn't agree," He Qin followed his words and touched his hot cheek, "It's all your brother's wishful thinking."
The night gradually closed, and suddenly there was a knocking sound on the wall.
Du Zijun's helpless voice came out in a dull voice: "Just a reminder, brothers, don't forget about business. And... we have to eat."
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Wen Zheliu was dizzy. When he heard this sentence, the remaining ray of reason in his mind suddenly flicked out like a silver whip, making him startled: "Yes! I almost forgot about it!"
"What's wrong?" He Qin hugged him, "Don't be in a hurry, take your time."
Wen Zheliu wiped his red and swollen lips with the back of his hand, and the heat on his face that had finally subsided started to burn again. He reluctantly collected his thoughts and began to talk about the two new modes to He Qin.
When he was talking about business, He Qin would not disturb him, but listened attentively, occasionally nodding slightly to show that he understood. When he stopped, He Qin kissed his lips at every opportunity, as if he was addicted to kissing.
Wen Zheliu couldn't stop him even as he covered his mouth, as if he was being hugged by a clingy big leopard whose head was in heat. In the end, he had no choice but to let him go: "...Then, the person who created these two patterns is one An emerging team whose name I have never heard of before..."
The expression on He Qin's face became a little more serious, and he thought: "Because of this team, the Holy Sister reset two modes that are very aggressive and difficult?"
Wen Zheliu blushed and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he could finally cool down for a while. He nodded and said, "Yes, that team is indeed... Although their methods are too ruthless, it is foreseeable that they will be a formidable opponent. "
Wen Zheliu thought of the strangely high similarity between the leader of Muspelheim and He Qin, and couldn't help but pause for a moment before hesitatingly said: "The name of that team is Muspelheim, have you heard of it?" ?”
The next second after hearing these six words, He Qin's expression suddenly changed, his arms suddenly tightened, and the muscles all over his body tensed up instantly. The love and infatuation just now faded away like a tide, and the cold and sharp murderous intention underneath was instantly revealed. His face was extremely stern, and he repeated in a low voice: "...Muspelheim?"
Wen Zheliu was startled by his reaction and said hurriedly: "Do you really know them?!"
He Qin was keenly aware of something wrong with his tone and asked, "What does 'taking it seriously' mean?"
So Wen Zheliu told him everything that happened in the black market during the day. When he talked about the man in black who looked similar to He Qin, He Qin's pupils suddenly condensed like needlepoints, and his whole body was filled with violence. Thousands of blades even shocked Wen Zheliu!
"Did he hurt you?" He Qin stared at him closely, every word seemed to come out from clenched teeth, "What did he say to you?"
Wen Zheliu didn't expect him to be so angry, and immediately panicked, and hurriedly comforted him: "He didn't say anything to me. It was just that I bumped into him when I went out. I asked him if he was okay, and then he said I'm okay. Then he asked me if I was Wen Di who was second on the list... Du Zijun took me away afterwards and never had any contact with him again."
As he said that, he glanced at He Qin cautiously, then went up and kissed him: "That's it...it's okay, don't be angry..."
As if he had absorbed some incredible magic power from this kiss, He Qin's anger and anxiety were mostly extinguished by Wen Zheliu. He sighed, glanced at Wen Zheliu with a dumbfounded look, rubbed his black and moist hair, and was silent for a while before speaking: "The leader of Muspelheim is no one else. In terms of blood relationship, He should be my biological brother, his name is He Rui, remember that."
He Qin's eyes were dark as he stared at the bright city night in the distance. He didn't expect that the holy nun would actually set up such a stumbling block waiting for him.
When two lions meet, one of the lions will be king... Her words are still in my ears, but He Rui has returned from the place of exile. As soon as he appears, he gives all the players a blow, creating a more complex and difficult world. Massacre mode and defection mode.
And the threat he gave himself was what he asked Wen Zheliu.
This lunatic knew Wen Zheliu's identity and all the past between them. He might have also seen the importance of Wen Zheliu in his heart, but he himself was just a dead soul who returned to the world from hell, with no weaknesses. There is no weakness, only unreasonable paranoia and madness, and a vicious and violent desire for revenge.
"Your brother?!" Wen Zheliu said in shock, "But isn't your brother already..."
Recalling what He Qin once said to himself, he paused suddenly and hesitated: "Isn't he already gone? How could he appear here?"
He Qin was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "He lost to me, but I didn't kill him completely. Instead, I exiled him to a place. Now... the Holy Sister should have released him."
Wen Zheliu asked, "What's going on between you and him?"
He asked this question, but after waiting for a long time, He Qin didn't answer.
"It's just different ideas," He Qin said in an understatement in the end, "He has hurt a lot of people, and if we let him continue to develop, maybe even n-star will be on the road to destruction. Even if he is nominally mine Brother, I have to do the same."
He stared at Wenzheliu, rubbed the back of his neck gently, and said softly: "Let's not talk about this for now. Let's go out to eat. After dinner, we will discuss tomorrow's matters."
Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Wen Zheliu didn't want to force him, so they nodded, and they got up from the sofa and went out to have dinner.
After dinner, the four of them began to formally sit together for a meeting.
Du Zijun took the lead and said: "Everyone is here, that's great, so let's decide on a trivial matter first. What's the name of the team?"
Xie Yuanyuan was surprised: "Huh? Is this the first thing to be discussed? I'm free to do whatever I want. As long as it's not too unpleasant, I'm fine with it."
Wen Zheliu said: "I don't have anything to say... I hope you can listen to me, okay? It looks like White Night Fengdu, Swords Like Dreams, Jiangshan Smiles, or the Inquisition of the Heresy, Fire of the World and Made by God" Isn’t it all okay?”
He Qin raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Even if we really want to choose a name similar to 4399 Committee, 7k7k Office, etc., I have no objection."
"..." Du Zijun said: "Okay, in this case, I suggest you don't call the team names like Jotunheim and Niflheim. I don't want to have the illusion of being a couple's name with that club. .”
He Qin glanced at him, and Wen Zheliu couldn't help but marvel at this man's super intuition. He smiled and said: "That's good. The team name can't have too uncommon Chinese characters, and the foreign name shouldn't be too long, so as not to It affects memory, so if we just choose a name based on this, it should be fine, right?"
Xie Yuanyuan frowned: "Ah... If you want to say that, just tell No One to Sleep!"
Unexpectedly, he was the first to make the suggestion. Wen Zheliu was immediately attracted by the name: "Hey, Nessun Dorma... Is it the one in Nessun Dorma Tonight? Why did you choose this name?"
Xie Yuanyuan nodded carelessly and said, "Yes, it's the one where No One Sleeps! Who of you still remembers the lyrics?"
"Nessun Dorma" is a famous song from the classic opera "Turandot". It has been popular for hundreds of years and has been sung in almost all major celebrations. However, when it comes to the lyrics, I am really a bit confused. People asked.
Wen Zheliu tentatively said: "No one sleeps, no one sleeps..."
"... Princess, you are the same. You have to watch anxiously in the cold boudoir, the stars that twinkle with love and hope." He Qin continued. He had been influenced by these since childhood and could almost recite the entire lyrics without thinking. "But the secret is hidden in my heart. No one knows my name. I will tell you clearly when the dawn shines on the earth and kisses you."
Xie Yuanyuan immediately turned around like lightning and cast his expectant eyes on Du Zijun.
Du Zijun: "..."
Du Zijun breathed a sigh of relief from his nose and reluctantly said: "Disappear. The night, the stars are sinking, the stars are sinking... I will win at dawn? Forgot the rest. Who still remembers the bullshit I heard eight lifetimes ago? clear."
Xie Yuanyuan clapped his hands seriously: "Yes, that's it! This song was originally sung to defeat darkness and fight against power! The prince used love to resolve the hatred in Turandot's heart and dispel the darkness in her heart. I think we can also use love to influence the saints..."
"Love, love, love your size!" Du Zijun's eyelids were twitching wildly, and he wished he could give him a punch, "The soup at night split your brain, right? And you still use love to influence me?!"
Xie Yuanyuan: "Ooooooooo why are you so fierce!"
Wen Zheliu watched them arguing and couldn't help but laugh and said: "Ahem, actually... I think the name "Nobody Sleeps" is not bad. It has quite a personality. It does... make a deep impression on people. "
He Qin was silent for a moment and decided to follow his wife's opinion: "Yeah... it's okay, um, it's okay."
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