MTL - Handsome to the Point of Death-Chapter 80 Short-lived clan 1
"It's off work! It's holiday today, and the big guy will go home early!"
Manager Zheng carried the briefcase and walked out of the office. He glanced at the subordinates who were still working hard, with a slight smile on his face. After dropping such a sentence, he kept on his feet and disappeared in an instant. In front of the employees.
The employees collectively persecuted for a few seconds, and then immediately exploded!
"Don't he take the wrong medicine? Do n’t hesitate to show us early work ?!" This is incredible.
"Wait, don't panic, just don't go, maybe Manager Zheng is waiting for us at the door!" This is because he thought he saw the truth.
"Oh! Go away! Manager I love you!" This is heartless.
It's not surprising that everyone is fussed. If you change another leader today, it is absolutely normal, but it is absolutely unusual to put it on the manager of the company, who is critical and nicknamed "Devil". You know, what a small festival is, even the Chinese New Year "Devil Zheng" can call you over on the phone!
Regardless of the shock caused by his words to the people below, Zheng Xintian probably didn't care if he knew it. As usual, he returned home and took a bath and cooked food before dark. The only difference is that he still treats himself At first glance, the single apartment's terrible apartment was cleaned up.
After doing this, he glanced out the window, and the night finally came quietly in his constant anticipation. With the powerful beating of his chest, Zheng Xintian turned off the light, leaving only a table lamp on the sofa in the room. Then he relaxed and closed his eyes slowly.
Ten minutes later, when half asleep and half awake, Zheng Xintian was awakened by a light knock on the door.
He rubbed his eyes, got up from the sofa, stepped on the slippers to the door, hesitantly holding the doorknob, and looked out of the door's eyes-he could vaguely distinguish between a man and his face In the shadow of the brim, only a slightly pointed, graceful jaw was exposed.
"Open the door." A low voice came from the man.
Zheng Xintian turned his head to look at the wall clock in the living room-exactly ten o'clock, and returned: "Who are you?" He found his hands shaking.
"Open the door," the man repeated calmly.
Zheng Xintian took a deep breath and opened the door with a grit. He felt as if he was thrown high by a whirlwind and fell into a pair of cold and powerful arms. The iron door slammed behind him, he He had trouble breathing, panic and excitement about the unknown made him shut his eyes, and he was horrified like a dream until he was thrown on the cold floor and his face was heavily pressed by the feet of a man wearing gray-green straight boots. "You ... what are you doing!"
Looking at the man's unhappiness, Xu Zhi frowned on his eyebrows. In the previous world, he thought he was going to finish it, but he was thrown here unexpectedly and became a non-human being. To the terrible memory, the system did not explain it in half a word.
Xu Zhixiang, if he is still the innocent guy of the first life, I am afraid that he will be lost by these memories, forget who he is, and treat himself as a true Zuo Yi.
It is also because of this complete memory, and the time it takes to pass through is still short. Although he is calm externally, he has not cleaned up his mind, and the emotional influence left by the original owner has not been dissipated for a while, such as He now looked at the white face of the man under his feet, and there was an urge to contaminate it with blood.
Xu Zhiju looked down at Zheng Xintian, rubbed his right foot firmly on his face, and listened to the hissing sound of pain, suddenly feeling good.
He kicked Zheng Xintian fiercely and ordered: "Raise his head."
Zheng Xintian's head was tilted to one side, he covered his hot face, kneeled on the ground, and raised his head tremblingly, seeing the whole picture of the devil for the first time with the indoor lights.
The man was wearing a gray-black coat and stepping on bright military-style lace-up leather boots. His nose could even smell the smell of leather mixed with paint. He sat there with a pair of deep and narrow eyes looking down at him, his face Handsome and cold, a pure black military cap clasped above his head, mysterious and **** in the backlight, he almost forgot to breathe, and it was difficult to remove his eyes for a while.
In the silence, Xu Zhi suddenly said, "Have you seen enough?"
Zheng Xintian quickly bowed his head, "I'm sorry."
"I didn't ask you to raise your head?" Xu Zhi was a little displeased and raised his chin high with the tip of his shoe. "Now, take off your clothes immediately."
Zheng Xintian squeezed his lips tightly and remained motionless for a long time.
Xu Zhi narrowed his eyes, slowly leaned down, and looked at him carefully.
Zheng Xintian's eyes were uncomfortable at this moment. At this moment, he was so quiet away from him. The man felt as if he was born with a sense of oppression, making him have trouble breathing, numbness in his limbs, and even the heartbeat that he was extremely afraid of his collapse was perceived by him- This made him clearly feel his weakness and ... excitation.
"Not willing?" Xu Zhi asked again.
Zheng Xintian was still silent.
"You know, I never force people." Xu Zhi smiled, his tone suddenly became a bit dangerous: "I only kill people."
"So, ask again, don't you want to?"
"Yes! I do!" Zheng Xintian finally couldn't bear it. He answered loudly, and unfastened his clothes in the corner of the hand, while Xu Zhi sat back on the sofa with his legs folded and looked at it leisurely.
Soon, a smooth and slender male carcass was exposed to the air. Zheng Xintian's facial features were correct. Although he was a workaholic, he did not forget to exercise. Although his muscles are not perfect than when he was young, they are still smooth lines. In addition, Body hair is strong and male is full of charm.
Xu Zhi glanced over and landed on his lower body. He couldn't help but make two noises, smiling and laughing, but he didn't know when to hold a black whip, then raised his hand, facing the bare body of Zheng Xintian.
The "snap", accompanied by Zheng Xintian's painful cry, was particularly loud during the silent night.
Before Zheng Xintian breathed his breath, he felt that his five fingers were severely trampled by the leather boots, and then he was beaten again.
Like a violent storm, the man above was still sitting firmly, showing no emotions on his face, but showing no mercy on his hands, one whip after another, even faster, his back, chest, legs , Shoulders ... gradually filled with shocking bloodstains.
The fragrance of blood, a little more ... Xu Zhi narrowed his eyes and licked his lips.
Zheng Xintian mourned, rolled, and begged for mercy under the feet of a man. He has always been superior to him since he was a student. How had he ever had such a moment? But vaguely, he developed a thrill of being controlled, trampled, and humiliated. This feeling passed with time and minutes, in the dark, deep in his heart, with a kind of The speed of terror grew quickly.
Therefore, he could not have a trace of resistance, nor was he willing to resist.
Zheng Xintian couldn't help but get closer, trying to put his slightly raised head on Xu Zhi's leather boots. The latter stroked slightly with the rhythm of the leather whip. He immediately tightened his eyes, tears in his eyes, and made a buzzing sound in his throat. Growling, a lot of sticky liquid erupted.
There was a strong musky fragrance in the air, and the whip stopped, Xu Zhi looked at him with a little surprise, and smiled a little: "Can't wait? Yeah, it's a waste of time."
With a slight smile, he lifted Zheng Xintian, who was paralyzed, into a hand, and turned his head to the side, exposing two sharp fangs, and deeply pierced his thin skin.
Perhaps the blood irritation was relatively large before. Xu Zhiyi accidentally sucked his head. By the time he let go, Zheng Xintian was pale and couldn't even raise the strength of a finger.
But I have to say that compared to being drawn by a whip, the taste of being sucked is obviously more intoxicating to Zheng Xintian. This feeling is like taking drugs, which makes him fascinated and unable to control himself.
Xu Zhi shook his mouth, threw Zheng Xintian at his will, and strode toward the door.
"Wait, wait." Zheng Xintian hurriedly called for him.
Xu Zhi took a footstep, with his hands in the coat pockets and turned to look at him.
Zheng Xintian laboriously pulled out the wallet from his clothes pocket on the ground, took out a few banknotes from the inside, moved it to Xu Zhi's feet, and raised the banknote: "Return, give you ... money."
Xu Zhi raised his eyebrows and was silent for a moment. When he saw someone made him like this, he suddenly found it with a little conscience, but remembered the rules repeatedly told by the female vampire in his memory, he accepted the money and touched Zheng Xintian's hair. Right for comfort, the door opened.
Out of the door, Xu Zhi thought about it and threw the sweaty banknotes into the trash can on the side of the road.
He didn't work for the woman, he just came to find food occasionally.
Inside the house.
For a long time, Zheng Xincai reluctantly retracted his eyes, remembering that the person marked on the shadowalker website that he had accidentally found only served once in his life, and sighed, again regretting that he had not even dared to ask the man's contact information.
"Giggle, have you missed him so quickly?"
Zheng Xintian was agitated, and following this abrupt voice, he saw that he was sitting on the window sill of a girl in a long gray-blue dress. She had bright features, beautiful blue eyes, and skin under the moon. It was almost white, and the beautiful young girl was tilting her head at him at the moment, sending out a series of weird laughter.
"You don't deserve to miss him," the girl came over, holding his neck, and the slender five fingers tightened little by little. "My perfect brother, even the brother who I dare not easily approach, whoever touches him, **** it . "
"So, die, dirty man."
