unspeakable ice

It was the first time for Yu Xiaolong to sit and drink with his ear.

Behind him, the throng of people was like a pool of flowing water, and the smoke lingered on every obsessed and glamorous face, and the irregular light spots from the spotlights made everything look weird even though it was hidden in the darkness.

Some people talk to each other like no one else around, some people hide in corners and tangle with branches, shoulder to shoulder, in the middle of the valley full of thoughts, even every dust floating in the hot and dry air has a desire to talk.

Stepping on high heels on the stage, the man whose whole body was covered with nothing but a pair of underwear was struggling to twist his body, making all kinds of extremely teasing and suggestive movements, which aroused the spectators in the audience to go crazy. Scream and shake.

Those chasing gazes are like flies seeing carrion.

It's ugly.

From the moment Yu Xiaolong entered here, when he saw it for the first time, he was thinking, how ugly, why do people have such an ugly side in life, only dare to hide in such a place to show their true nature, the more unscrupulous, the more weird-looking they are in the sewer bed bugs.

Since he sat here, people have been coming to bring him wine and strike up a conversation with him. Those who are more courageous will directly ask him about the arrangements for tonight. , as long as he is willing.

Yu Xiaolong's answer is always only one word "scroll", and if someone pesters him again, he will do it without saying a word, which caused quite a commotion around the bar.

After a few rounds, the way they looked at him gradually became weird, with filth and contempt in their eyes, and no one dared to go forward.

Look, he thinks he's out of it, out of tune with everything around him, but in fact, shouldn't he belong here?

He ran out from Xia Cong, and when he plunged headfirst into this place, he still carried his smell, his breath, and even his things... at this moment, they were still in his body. What right did he have to say that he was with those people? People are different.

They are the same kind of people. He lived a humble life among normal people, so he tried to seek some kind of nobility in the absurdity he despised. Xia Cong was right, he hid it in every possible way, but it was because he was ashamed to be known by others.

But it was also because of this that after so many years of repression, he quickly and passionately fell for such a person who suddenly broke into his life.

He likes Xia Cong. He doesn't know when it started. He didn't realize it until he asked that sentence in front of the reader that day. Unfortunately, Xia Cong's liking was not like him. He just wanted to smash him. Treat him like a broken body.

And the most ridiculous thing is that even if he fights and struggles and strips himself bloody, the compromise situation he won like this has a time limit.

He was about to leave, leave here, and go to the place where he might never set foot in his life.

There is not much time left for him, and the only choice left is doomsday madness.

What exactly do you want him to do, what else can he do, is he not obedient enough? Every time he takes the initiative, thinking of his ugly appearance under Xia Congshen, he feels that his appearance at that time must be disgusting Extremely.

The fragility in his body is far less than one ten-thousandth of that in his heart. He even cooperates with this, but he is not servile, so he should be humiliated.

Yu Xiaolong's headache was splitting, he had never drank so much alcohol, his covetous eyes were always lurking in the dark, he reminded himself not to get drunk, he had to stay sober.

He paid the money and walked out frivolously.

A figure approached him. He picked up the wine bottle and smashed it at the foot of that person who stepped forward.

Just like that, Yu Xiaolong walked out of You Er unsteadily, walked across the bar street, walked back to the western-style building, touched his own bed, and fell headfirst.

He was a little top-heavy, knowing that he was lying down, but he didn't feel real, especially in front of him, it was so foggy that he couldn't see anything clearly.

The pain in his stomach was unbearable, as if corroded by sulfuric acid. He tried to adjust his breathing, but it didn't work. Layer after layer of cold sweat broke out.

After a while, under the influence of alcohol, it was like a person who was extremely sleepy secretly took a nap. Just relaxing his body a little, his consciousness became blurred.

That's good, why don't so many people like to spend money to get drunk? Alcohol is only useful for this. Now he can finally think about nothing. Even if the sky falls at this time, it doesn't matter to him. Instead, he died unconsciously. kind of luck.

In the chaos, he felt that someone came in, turned on the light by his bedside, and sat beside him to watch him.

Yu Xiaolong wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't even open the slit with all his strength. He wondered if he had already started dreaming, because this feeling of powerlessness only appeared in dreams.

He heard the sound of breathing, getting closer and closer to him, someone's hand was pressed against his face, the palm was very hot, with a slight trembling, stroking over his skin.

He forgot whether he waved his hand or did nothing, because the heat of that palm started from his face and slowly reached his mouth, the slippery and sticky hornworm feeling made his hair stand on end.

Then he felt that those hands were touching his clothes.

who?Xia Cong?

Only he has ever exchanged his clothes, and only he dares to exchange his clothes.

Why did he come here, what did he come for, did you think humiliating him was not enough?

Yu Xiaolong opened his mouth to scold, but he was seen back, a heavy weight was placed on him, and the man began to swear at him, vehemently, every time he slapped him with the viciousness of wanting to eat him.

But he couldn't even lift a finger, he was even a little confused, with such an eager and evil face, is it Xia Cong, or himself in the dream...

Xia Cong walked up the stairs to the third floor, and the diagonally opposite room belonged to Yu Xiaolong. The scene in front of him made him truly understand what it means that the blood in his whole body freezes instantly.

The lamp that was on by the bed was given by him, because he thought his room was always not bright enough, but now it was too bright, so that he could see everything clearly.

There was a man on Yu Xiaolong's bed, and he was exchanging body styles with him. The man was talking to him and changing his clothes every month.

He exposed a large piece of skin on the chest, and the zipper of Kuzi was unzipped, hanging precariously on the wall, and only a little more effort was needed to get a glimpse of the spring.

Xia Cong heard the sound of cracking from the cracks in his bones, as if he had been squeezed and deformed to the extreme, something ran over his body as if it was scratching his stomach, and he felt pain, more anger.

If he didn't come, he didn't see it, did he just...

The thorn in the blood finally scratched him at the moment when the fig leaf was lifted from his heart. He tasted the fishy smell in his mouth and swallowed it back.

He forgot how he got to the bed, and which leg he lifted to kick him off Yu Xiaolong.

But how could this level be enough? Xia Cong's eyes were bloodshot, he picked up the desk lamp and threw it on Xu Yinliang's head. The old plug was pulled by his violent action, causing a series of shocking sparks.

The cover of the lampshade is made of non-woven fabric, so it couldn't withstand such a strong force, it shattered within two blows, Xia Congyou couldn't help but changed into a fist, and smashed it down ten trees in succession, each blow was vicious, sharp and solid Beat it into the meat.

Xu Yinliang fell to the ground and wailed, writhing in pain, and the more he screamed, the more unhappy Xia Cong felt. He wished he could kill him, "What the hell are you, you dare to touch him in front of me!"

Xu Yinliang struggled to the top of the stairs, Xia Cong kicked him down, and he jumped down a dozen steps, as if he had only taken two steps before catching up to him again.

At this time, Xu Yinliang's face was covered with blood, but Xia Cong still didn't intend to let him go. In his opinion, Xu Yinliang was too weak, he didn't even have the ability to fight back once, and even such a coward dared to covet him s things.

In addition to his audacity, there is also the fact that Yu Xiaolong gave him a chance, and he would actually give this kind of person a chance. Thinking of this, he couldn't control himself even more.

Shi Jie went back tonight, half of the others went out and half stayed in their own room, no one noticed when Yu Xiaolong came back, but Xia Cong came, Xiao Zhou met him in the living room and greeted him.

At this time, there was such a big commotion, everyone came out, seeing the situation, they all went up to fight, this can't be called a fight, what they saw was Xu Yinliang being beaten unilaterally by Xia Cong.

There was a time before when they fought so fiercely. It was Yu Xiaolong who did it, but today it was Xia Cong. I don't know why. Although they don't like Xu Yinliang, if they continue to fight like this, they will die.

A group of people hurriedly separated the two, Xiao Zhou thought that Yu Xiaolong hadn't come back, and it happened that Shi Jie and Xiao Ding were not here today, so he was a little panicked, so he asked the others to hurry up Xu Yinliang was sent to the hospital.

He wanted to comfort Xia Cong and ask him what happened, mainly because he looked like Xu Yinliang who was beaten like a bird. ran upstairs.

Xiao Zhou quickly followed, but unfortunately he was a step too late, only in time to see their boss being dragged on the ground like a dead dog, and dragged into the bathroom on the third floor.

He flew over, and the door was locked from the inside, Xia Congang's appearance was too scary, he was afraid that he would treat Yu Xiaolong like Xu Yinliang.

He kept banging on the door panel, trying to calm him down, "Cong, brother Cong, what are you doing, you...you have something to say...don't be impulsive, open the door..."

Xia Cong turned a deaf ear, threw Yu Xiaolong into the leaking bathtub that had not been used for hundreds of years, grabbed the shower head and turned it into cold water, and poured it over his head and face.

The smell of alcohol on Yu Xiaolong's body was so strong that his nose was pungent. To be honest, Xia Cong admired him so much. He could get better when he was so drunk, which showed that he was really suffocated.

He knew to lock the door when he was burned, and set up defenses around him. Now that he has eaten three liang of yellow soup, he doesn't even know who he is, and he is directly drying the meat in front of the beasts.

"Okay, you, Yu Xiaolong." Xia Cong wanted to throw the shower head directly at his face, and asked him if he was awake.

Yu Xiaolong dodged around holding his head, but the bathtub was so big, he choked on the water a few times and coughed violently.

Although it was already June, the temperature at night was not high. So soaked in the water, Yu Xiaolong felt cold after a while.

He probably already realized what happened, from Xia Cong's sudden appearance to that frantic fight.

He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, and he was dull and unwilling to think about it, as if his body functions had stopped functioning.

Xia Cong looked at him, suddenly thought of something, his face became more and more gloomy, he squeezed some shower gel in his hands, and wiped it on Yu Xiaolong's mouth, his hands were very heavy, as if to completely eliminate all traces of filth .

Yu Xiaolong was in so much pain that he didn't have the strength to fight back, so he could only hide blindly. His hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't even hide.

Xia Cong tossed and tossed and finally let him go, the water pipe was pressed by Yu Xiaolong's waist, and the clothes on that side were completely soaked, sticking to his body, he coughed twice from time to time, in an indescribable embarrassment.