He was driving a plane frying fritters

It’s not that I haven’t heard of this word before. Gu Bushang used to watch the animal world, and the most common thing in it was “mating”.

He is bored.

Compared with the kiss I just experienced, it is really far away.

Gu Bu Shang looked serious, "Don't try to get rid of me with mating."

I don’t know how many times I was choked and speechless. I have dealt with many species, but I really didn’t care about it. It can’t be called a species. It can only be said to be a mutated cell with different latitudes. It’s brainless It's one-sided.

But there is another possibility, that he is not gay at all, and he just thought the intimacy just now was fun and fresh, and he couldn't accept it any further. Thinking of this, he understood, and said, "You can try it first, you already When you are an adult, you still have to learn some things, and I will be your first teacher, as long as you understand what it means."

He patted the bed, "Go up and lie down, you won't suffer."

Gu Bushang didn't talk nonsense this time, he just jumped up and lay down, "Then what?"

Zhu Xing took off his shoes slowly, Straddle onto him, and began to Untie his own button, while reading the book on the bedside table, although the amplitude was small, he was trembling, looking terrified.

"Before love begins, there will always be an ambiguous process. Just like now, there must be a prelude to flirting at the beginning of the main drama, so that the music will sound more perfect."

Zhu Xing opened his collar, bent over to get closer, put his fingers between Gu Bushang's brows, and nodded lightly, "The indispensable note in it is gentleness."

The place where he kissed, moved slowly, as if stroking his most cherished thing.

Feelings that he had never felt before suddenly scattered from Gu Bushang's heart and spread to his limbs. He looked at Zhu Gaoxin, who was completely different from just now, and wanted to do something, but he was so confused that he didn't know what to do.

My heart is restless, my palms are sweating.

A layer of pink filter is added to the distance without gaps, and the original black and white dullness seems to be instantly splashed and dyed by watercolors, turning it into a magical color.

His eyes are like glass balls he played with when he was a child, his lips are like crushed pink peaches before, and his earlobes are soft and transparent, plump and round like the big white goose he raised before.

Gu Bushang couldn't help raising his hand, wanting to touch it cautiously.

Kiss gradually reached Glottis' position, and the shock in his heart became more and more intense, ready to move and wait for an explosion.

At this moment, Zhu Xing suddenly stopped.

The movement remained still, and the eyes looked at the book again. The words on the page were anxiously enlarged and bolded one by one, full of compromise and bowing, "Stop! No writing below the neck! You have crossed the line! You really stepped on the bottom line! You will be locked! If you lock me, it will be all over! You stop!!"

"What exactly do you want!!"

I wish you happy to understand. It turns out that some of the themes and plots in the past have no restrictions, but they are just writing under the lines. This kind of drama has to be stricter. The platform has a good impression.

Yes, it is very in line with the Three Views of Socialism and extremely healthy.

Let people appreciate.

"I don't want much." Zhu Gaoxin smiled, "The cutting of the outline is over, as long as the *** disappears."

The pages of the black book flipped crazily, as if furious, and its roar could be heard.

But when Zhu Gao went too far and planned to bite Glottis, it still compromised.

A few lines of words were hastily typed on the page, using the fastest hand speed ever, without even using punctuation. You are ruthless, you are the most unprofessional and difficult paper man I have ever seen

Then there was a grand finale full of anger and hatred.

"I wish Gao Xing and Gu Bushang the first taste of the forbidden fruit, the taste, the taste, the ignorance of restraint and indulgence, both died suddenly. The full text is over."

The book "Teng" caught fire by itself, and instantly burned to ashes.

Tsunade's jumps and content were outrageous, but at least he got rid of the control of the black book, and his goal was achieved.

I wish you happy and satisfied.

He was about to get up and get out of bed, but found that he couldn't move, his waist was tightly bound, and the force was still increasing, as if he was going to strangle him to death.

"Huh?" Zhu Xing frowned, "Shang Shang, that broken book that made us die suddenly is just the mouth of a defeated dog. Hey, do you really want to take action?"

Gu Bushang looked at him, his tone was calm, but the strength in his hand did not loosen at all, "Mr. Zhu, don't you want to enlighten me? Go on, don't give up halfway."

Looking normal, but the fundus of the eyes is dark and surging, and the madness between the eyebrows makes the scalp tingle.

Zhu Xing frowned even tighter, "Are you sick?"

Gu Bushang turned around and pressed He onto the Onthebed, put his arms on both sides of his ears and rubbed gently, "I'm not sick." He paused, "I'm just hungry."

As he said that, he bit Zhu Gaoxin's neck hard, like a wild beast, wishing to eat him into his mouth. The severe pain came to his brain with a smell of blood, and the "buzz" sound awakened the violent factor of counterattack.

Zhu Xing punched him in the face, but it didn't work at all. He bit harder and harder. He didn't want to leave only a wound, so he moved his position and bit down again.

One mouthful after another, the pain was so painful that Zhu Gaoxin couldn't help but burst out, "Fuck... Gu Bu Shang, you really don't deserve to be killed."

Although he was cursing, he didn't beat him away. Instead, he patted him on the back again and again, as if to comfort him, "It will take time for the world to force the collapse of the plot, and it will also affect the original characters. I know you are uncomfortable, bear with me for a while." Forbearance, it will be over soon."

Gu Bushang's resistance to the plot had caused him to be a little mentally disturbed. Now this operation has completely lost the plot, and the behavior is not right. It is also expected, but it is too cruel, as if his mother met a zombie.

Several bloody teeth marks spread all over the neck, which was burning and painful.

Finally, he stopped biting and calmed down.

Zhu Xingxin felt a small sting again, which was even more unbearable than biting, "It's almost done, and you still want to lick my blood?"

As he said that, he hammered Gu Bushang down unceremoniously, and he didn't care about the wound when he got up, and he was about to leave after getting dressed, "Stay at home, have a good sleep, and wake up when you wake up."

He opened the door, "You are free."

The door was closed with a "click", and the room was silent.

Gu Bushang leaned against the bed and sat on the ground, pulled out a few iron nails from the bottom of the bed and held them tightly in the palm of his hand, the creaking sound was the tearing sound piercing the flesh, he felt that his head was about to split open.

Zhu Gaoxin's blood was still stained on his lips, smelling fishy and cold, very astringent, but strangely delicious.

He couldn't help but licked the corner of his mouth again.

Zhu Gaoxing didn't have time to bandage him, so he rushed to the Twelve Dreams Mental Hospital without stopping. On the way, he received a call from Fang Lixing, and he spoke much more normally, "Where are you now?"

Zhu Gaoxin: "Outside, what's the matter?"

Fang Lixing's tone was a little nervous, "That day, you said you agreed to marry me, was that true?"

Zhu Xing raised his eyebrows, "Regret it, it's good not to end, we can be good friends for a lifetime."

The book is gone, and the plot line of the protagonist's attack has long been useless, and now he should regain his sanity no matter what.

Fang Lixing was silent for a while, "Well, let's be friends. Treat you to dinner tonight?"

Zhu Xing politely refused, "Next time, I have to go home earlier, I have something urgent to deal with."

Fang Lixing was surprisingly easy to talk to, "Listen to you, I have time any day. Waiting for your call."

After hanging up, Zhu Xingxuan looked through the forum again, and found that there was a lot less speech against him before, as if he suddenly regained his sanity, and deleted the vicious and swearing words on the homepage.

This is probably the most notable change so far.

People who live in reality don’t have so much free time to target someone who has nothing to do with them. They are all busy with their own lives. It’s a mess or maybe it’s full of chicken feathers. It’s hard to manage yourself It's over.

And Zhu Gaoxin, who also thinks that he is living in reality, has never cared about other people's opinions from the very beginning. Whether it is prejudice or malice is not important to him.

Many people want to read the word "shuang", but this kind of coolness must only exist in novels. It is just an illusory good hope, which will always run counter to reality.Life is not so good, and it is never "cool". It is just a jigsaw puzzle with many missing pieces. If you want to play happily, you have to adjust your mentality and accept that part of the loss that cannot be found.

Congratulations on wanting this puzzle piece.

Worrying about not being able to get it.

The lock on the gate of Twelve Dreams has been broken. Zhu Xingxin walked in unimpeded when he arrived. There were still messy sundries piled up inside, dust floating around, and the slate wall blocking the corridor was really real. moved the position, and the pattern drawn on it really disappeared.

Zhu Xing looked around, found a handy tool, went to the wall and smashed it heavily, repeatedly, and soon cracks appeared. It looked hard, but in fact it was very crispy, and it shattered into pieces after a few minutes. The block collapsed with a hole.

He kicked away the stone and drilled in. It was still a long corridor, but the architecture and decoration were completely different from the Twelve Dreams just now. This place was more familiar to Zhu Xing.

It's like a place where I've lived for many years.

The white chandelier, the blue stretcher, these are almost all the things he saw after the car accident, he lay numb on the stretcher and walked back and forth in this corridor many times, thirteen lamps, he counted every time again.

It turned out that the place connected by this wall was his world.

It was empty and silent.

It seems that after he left, this place has become a dead city.

Like a discarded book, no one reads it, it is gradually covered by cobwebs, eaten by insects, until it becomes an empty shell.

The sky is dark and the temperature is getting cooler.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Zhu Xingxin walked out of the gate of Twelve Dreams and stood on the street. The voice that had disappeared for a long time squeezed into his ears again, and suddenly it hurt a little.

"God doesn't exist at all, so it doesn't matter who does it." He said to his own shadow.

When I got home, before I opened the door, I heard the sound of the faucet ticking, not like crying in an old house, but like a ghost dripping blood.

Zhu Gaoxing felt that his home was scarier than that dead city now.

His hand holding the key hesitated for a moment, and the door opened, and the person inside pulled him in and pressed him to the ground, about to bite again, this time with his mouth instead.

The tough stance seemed eager to tear him open.

Zhu Xingxin didn't give Gu Bushang the opportunity to disfigure himself, and hit him in the abdomen with extreme force and a very tricky angle.

It's not enough for a while, this crazy neuropathy seems to have cut off the pain, and still has no reaction to avoid it.

Zhu Xingxin hit him several times in succession, using all his fighting skills, and finally caught a gap, and handcuffed a pair of handcuffs on his wrists.

The bound person is still dishonest, and still wants to squeeze against him, as if he has skin hunger, and he has to touch his temperature to calm down.

Zhu Gaoxing fixed him to the corner of the wall, pinched his face and observed carefully, "It's unscientific, without the deceptive script, you should become a normal person. Why did you become a vampire?"

Gu Bushang looked at him, ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, his expression could be said to be innocent and pitiful, "I didn't intend to suck your blood."

Zhu Gaoxin sneered, "What, you still want to eat my meat?"

Without waiting for an answer, he took out something from behind and put it on Gu Bushang in a rough way. The black iron net and the leather lock belt fit well on his face.

Gu Bushang was stunned for a moment, "What is this?"

Zhu Gaoxing twitched the corner of his mouth, "To prevent you from biting people. Don't remove it until the wound on my neck is fully healed."

The moonlight is pouring into the house, and the temperature is freezing.

Gu Bu Shang lowered his eyes, and could only see two nails flashing like devil's teeth.

"Brother, block my mouth, how can I kiss you?"

The author says:

Wearing a "mask" is a snippet of the copywriting before the article was published in January this year.

Due to special circumstances, it was not allowed to be used, so it was replaced.

Shang Shang's abnormal behavior is partly due to the disappearance of the plot, and most of the factors are due to Zhu Xing, which will be explained later and will continue to be updated tomorrow.