【Double Dragon】Super Extreme Hunting

Yimulian's long sleeves, which he always wore in a standard manner, were unbuttoned at this moment. He reached out and threw the shirt aside, casually lifted his long hair and coiled it on top of his head, exposing his entire back.

In terms of stamina, his physique is far inferior to Huang's. However, on such a body that has nothing to do with bodybuilding, there is a burn scar that stretches from his arm to his shoulder blade. It is dark red and twists and turns, like a snake pattern. Wrapped around half the body.Huang had seen photos in the documents, but it looked weird and alluring in real life.In the past, he had a deputy who opened a tattoo shop at home, and he always enthusiastically introduced various totems to Huang, saying that he wanted to tattoo a dragon on his back with his own hands.

The taboo about tattoos was also told by the deputy.

Fudo Myo's tattoos incur the curse of losing their minds to their owners.When a skilled tattoo artist tattoos a snake coiling around the body, he must cut off the snake tattoo at the armpit, otherwise the tattooed snake will strangle the host and will surely die within three years. *

Huang knew that the scars on his body were left over from the WM operation, but he couldn't help but repeatedly recalled that his deputy leaned against the half-collapsed bell tower on a starry night, smoking a cigarette and said to him: "'Snake curled body' is a very dangerous tattoo. Because snakes are promiscuous, people with snakes on their bodies are destined to be enchanting and ill-fated."

However, the only real tattoo on Yimulian's body is the one on the back of his neck.Although it has been washed, it is obvious that the owner did not insist on cleaning it thoroughly, and the numbers that have faded to light brown can still be recognized.

- is the number of the guide.

In pre-digital warfare, soldiers identified themselves by wearing a soldier badge to identify dead bodies and contact family members.But now the guides and sentries are under the unified jurisdiction of the White Tower, and everyone has their own unique number, even if they are killed or retired, they will not be overwritten by subsequent recruits.To some extent, the number is the condensed individual history, bearing all the glory of the soldier.

Soldiers in service need to have their numbers tattooed on their bodies.You can't choose to have tattoos on your hands and feet, because collecting severed limbs on the battlefield is far more difficult than collecting mutilated torsos.

You can choose the location, usually at the waist; you can also choose multiple tattoos.

Huang's own is in the back.However, it had already been scalded off by him, and now there was only a twisted and healed scar left.The tattoo position of Yimulian is relatively higher, located at the seventh cervical vertebra, close to the guide's gland.

As the place where the guide element is produced, the tattoos around it are more or less erotic.The skin is more sensitive and the pain is doubled.

Compared with descriptions such as "professional" or "unprofessional", Huang prefers to use the word "rough" to describe the tools he holds in his hands.Yimulian obediently lay on the sofa, exposing the back of his guide's neck and bare back, and taught lightly: "Open the skin with one hand, hold the needle with the other hand, dip it in ink, and stick it in. Repeat quickly, Move slowly. Just cut the line according to the original trace."

"Have you ever learned it?" Huang frowned.

"No. I actually planned to re-tattoo. I watched some videos and taught myself."

- Military tattoos are banned in all tattoo parlors.

Huang unscrewed the bottle cap only to find that the color of the ink was not black, but pure red.He poured out a small saucer, dipped a tattoo needle into the light, and felt that it was too bright.

Disinfection can only be carried out simply.Yimulian insisted on going his own way, making up his mind to compete with bacteria to heal his wounds, and even prepared a tetanus vaccine. I don't know if this is natural or stupid.

The boiled silver needle landed on the clean skin, and the red ink of the needle quickly adhered to it, Huang hesitated for a moment.He flattened the soft skin from the eye to the neck, and the brown lines looked kindly in front of his eyes: FedG111131669-the number is composed of country, identity, and sequence of numbers.

Huang started from the letter "F" and pierced the surface of the skin with the tip of the needle.Some of the ink soaked into the wound, while more overflowed, forming tiny round deposits of cinnabar.The needle was actually inserted too deep, one of Huang's mercenaries couldn't control the gentle force with his right hand, even when he was administering the antidote for first aid, he inserted it into his thigh fiercely.Yimulian tensed the muscles in his back, but he didn't tremble or make a sound.

— Then there is no need for pity.

He found his own comfortable pace, hanging the tattoo needle upright, and precisely repeated the process of dipping, cutting, transferring, and wiping.Even though his needles were deep, it didn't cause the lines to be blurred. The needle holes were filled with dye, which made the skin look bright red when soaked in the skin, and it looked rosy and attractive when applied on the surface.The decorated part swelled up after a while.

The guide element was stimulated by the accelerated flow of blood. It was originally very thin, and it needed to get close to feel enough weight, but now it was dissolved in the hot and dry air, floating and sinking.Yimulian's breathing became heavy, he seemed to be biting the back of his hand tightly, taking advantage of the time when Huang was dipping in the ink, he had time to breathe, and let out a painful sigh.

This kind of Yimulian is as soft as a cat being stroked on its belly, and like a nightingale being strangled by the throat, Huang likes it a little.The sentry has a strong desire to conquer in his bones, and the guide should be responsible for appeasing him, rather than confronting authority with his single-minded head.

It has to be said that he has a very interesting body.Not slender, not overly strong, soft in the waist, full and round in the hips.The burn scars spread and circled his arms and shoulders with morbid beauty, wrapping him like a gift wrapped in ribbons.And it's very sensitive.

Forbearance, very cute.

Huang used the silver needle to enter his body time and time again, and there would be slight ups and downs naturally in response to the advancing movement. In Huang's hands, Yimulian became a ripened fruit.

Some people regard tattoos as compensation for sexual behavior, and there must be some basis.

Pierce the flesh with a hard object, repeatedly penetrate, inject liquid, and leave marks.One gives, one receives.There is even an interactive process in which customers choose tattoo artists and tattoo artists choose skins, which is very similar to sex.

When the number "9" was finally reached, Ara noticed that Ichimolian's body was trembling faintly, his neck and shoulders were covered with abnormal reddish pink, and the temperature of his skin was even more astonishingly high.At the same time, a strong guiding aura emanated from somewhere on his body - the cool and calm wind was entangled with fire, no longer shy and restrained, but grabbed the nearest sentinel unrestrainedly and enchantingly; the bread For hungry people, sweet spring for thirsty dragons, this breath conveys another instinct of human beings that is as instinctive as eating and drinking.

Huang suppressed his hand, barely finished the last number, the last few stitches were light and scribbled, and he couldn't care less about it.

He turned Yimulian to face himself, stared into the other's frightened eyes and asked:

"Why do you still have binding fever?"