Pretend to die

The sun rises to the highest point, the golden light shines on the earth, and the green plants are full of vitality.

Fu Bingying, who had been injected twice, had a drug addiction attack two days after stopping the drug.At first, he just felt a little cold, which is a good thing in the hot weather in the tropical rainforest, but soon, he started to sweat, cold sweat sticking to his back, neck, and forehead , Thinking of the densely packed bugs, the pea green short sleeves were wet and turned dark green.

Then, his breathing also began to tighten, as if the heart and lungs began to protest, the blood was rushing in the blood vessels like the water of the Yellow River, and oxygen was urgently inhaled.

However, the rapid breathing failed in less than a minute, and his internal organs began to itch like scratching, and a deep longing emerged in his mind.

It's so uncomfortable...

His nails dug into the flesh, and the pain made him wake up slightly.

It's a pity that everything was in vain, the scratched wound began to itch, the heart seemed to grow legs and scurry like marbles in the chest cavity, the lungs seemed to disappear, like an engine that was in disrepair, making it impossible to deliver nutrients to everywhere.

His brain also began to lose coordination, with flickering lights on one side and distorted shadows of the real world on the other.

"Fu Bingying! Fu Bingying!" Su Zheng moved in fear. Fu Bingying's eyes were red, and an animal hissed continuously from his throat. He was scratching the floor, and his fingernails were split, and blood seeped into the wood.

"Is there anyone!" Su Zheng shouted, "Is there anyone!"

There were footsteps downstairs, and after a while a skinny old Burmese man came up, like a handful of prunes, he glanced into his dark eyes, shook his head and left.

Su Zheng hurriedly yelled: "Don't go! He's having a seizure! Help him!"

But the old man turned a deaf ear and didn't even tremble when he went downstairs.

Bang Bang Bang!Bang Bang Bang!

There was a series of impact sounds, and Su Zheng turned his head to see that Fu Bingying hit the square pillar at the corner of the bed with his head. It flowed down the bridge of the nose.

It made him feel better.He felt that there was a long parasite in his body that could not reach the tail, and it was entrenched from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. When the worm wriggled, he felt sore all over his body. Can barely reduce the pain.

Su Zheng was terrified.

Fu Bingying's blood flowed more and more, like several scarlet scars crawling on his face.

If this continues, he will either lose blood to death, or suffer brain damage from the impact.

Su Zheng's mind flashed the image of Fu Bingying when he read "Das Kapital" to him and coaxed him to sleep. Under the dark yellow desk lamp, Fu Bingying's face glowed with ivory luster, his mouth opened and closed like a lotus flower, and his temperament was aloof. , looks restrained, but still can't hold back the brilliance all over her body.

And such a person, now staring, with a face like a ghost.

"...Xiao Fu...don't scare me..."

It's a pity that Fu Bingying can't hear anything now.He mechanically repeated the impacting action, hoping to bleed more and kill that disgusting parasite in his body.

Suddenly he felt something tugging at him, not very strong, but annoying enough.

He shook it off vigorously, but he didn't expect the thing to stick again.

Su Zheng moved to Fu Bingying's side with difficulty, and bit his clothes with his teeth.But Fu Bingying's strength was too great, like meeting a cow, he couldn't pull it back.

Seeing the blood dripping onto the ground, Su Zheng couldn't hesitate any longer. With a force on his waist, he sat up halfway, and then slammed into Fu Bingying, knocking him away from the foot of the bed.

Fu Bingying was caught off guard and fell to the ground, his hands and feet were tied, and his mind was blurred, which made it difficult for him to sit up again.

The man who lost the pain and comfort roared like a desperate beast, his tears flowed along the place where the blood flowed, diluting the scarlet mark, making the ferocious ghost-like face appear human.

But soon, he started grabbing the ground with his head, and the back of his head was not safe.

Like a disabled person whose leg had been cut off, Su Zheng jumped over and landed on Fu Bingying.

That body was thin, and the ribs pressed against Su Zheng's abdomen, as if it would crumble like a biscuit with a little force.

Fu Bingying was so overwhelmed that she couldn't breathe, and swayed from side to side like crazy.Su Zheng stretched his shoulders to his mouth, and coaxed him in a childlike tone:

"Little Fu, be good... bite me, bite here, bite hard, it won't hurt..."

Only God knows whether Fu Bingying understood, whether it was out of obedience or anger, in short, he bit the man who was pressing on him.

Su Zheng's shoulders trembled, and then he clearly felt Fu Bingying's teeth, which were harder than diamonds, inserting into his skin millimeter by millimeter.

It's all right now, Su Zheng gasps in pain, there is a hole in his left shoulder, and a hole in his right leg, which are also axially symmetrical.

He is really wronged to death, Xiao Fu, Xiao Fu, you have caused me to die again and again, but I am still gentle to you, this time, if we can get out alive, you must fucking fall in love me.

With a way to vent, Fu Bingying concentrated on using his teeth to exert force, and Su Zheng was ready to send him to eat the piece of meat on his shoulder, but he never expected to come back from a desperate situation. It didn't take long for Fu Bingying to regain his sanity.

It wasn’t a complete recovery either, and his speech became very slow and soft. He told Su Zheng to shut up because his eardrums became very fragile. Once Su Zheng spoke, he felt like a hundred thousand trumpets were yelling at him. .

"...You are like this, what if you get a tetanus..." Fu Bingying stared at the bitten flesh that was about to rot, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"I deserve to die, even if I'm thirsty, I can die of thirst. I deserve to live, even the King of Hades can't accept me." Su Zheng said in a low voice, "How do you feel?"

"It's better." Fu Bingying closed his eyes, feeling a little sore in his heart, never expecting that it was Su Zheng who was with him at this moment.He treats himself so badly, but always treats himself so well in this kind of place, even if he warns himself over and over again: everything he does is to survive, the soreness in his heart still cannot be alleviated at all.

"I heard...it seems to be that drug | addiction will come for a while...you..."

"Yes. So you get off me quickly, and be careful that I will lose my mind for a while and bite your shoulder."

"Heh..." Su Zheng panted, and laughed, "You have already bitten me to pieces, so it's not bad to have a few more bites. You might as well drink a couple of mouthfuls of blood and replenish some iron."

Fu Bingying frowned, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"You are really..."

Su Zheng didn't know that Fu Bingying in every world was the original Fu Bingying. He suddenly thought that he and himself in this world were comrades-in-arms. For a moment, the romance of the man's steel soldier surged up.

He intentionally quoted Fu Bingying's words: "Little Fu... You see, we have carried out so many missions. Which one did you influence the most?"

Fu Bingying was taken aback for a moment, not expecting him to ask this.

The most impressive task...?How did he know.

After being silent for a long time, he bit Su Zheng's shoulder with one bite, and the latter screamed strangely, as if this light bite was more serious than just now.

Su just when he was acting like a baby to himself, he sighed in his heart, this young master really suffered.

Afterwards, Fu Bingying had seizures several times, and the intervals between each attack became longer and longer. At first he bit Su Zheng's shoulder, but later Su Zheng sang to him, told him stories, told him jokes, Dirty jokes.

Su Zheng has nothing else but a strong expressive ability, especially in creating an atmosphere. Not being a wedding host is really a waste of good material.

Telling a pornographic story is like experiencing it personally. Fu Bingying had to think about the truth and the false in a dialectical spirit, even forgetting the itching of the body.

After several times, there were basically no symptoms, but the empty stomach was very uncomfortable.

The two looked at each other, the silver moon rose high, and it was night again.

"Xiao Fu," a woman's scream came from downstairs again, Su Zheng moved towards him, the wounds on his shoulder and leg were hurting, he said, "tell me a story, I'm so sleepy, Can't sleep again."

Fu Bingying's eyes were like two silver beads under the moonlight. He looked at Su Zheng carefully and said, "Okay." His voice was like a river flowing in a quiet valley, steady and quiet.

"Once upon a time there was a girl whose skin was as pure as snow—"

"Wait a minute," Su Zheng interrupted, chirping and saying: "I want to listen to the original."

Fu Bingying glanced at him coldly, but compromised in his heart, he thought for a while, and said: "A long time ago, there was an old farmer in the mountains. He plowed in spring and harvested in autumn, weaved bamboo baskets in summer and hunted in winter, and lived a self-sufficient life. "

Su Zheng chuckled twice, and said, "Then he met a snake."

Fu Bingying ignored him, and continued: "One winter, the farmer hunted a little fox on the mountain. Its coat was shiny and smooth. It was a high-quality item. If it was peeled off and exchanged for money, it could be sold for a lot of money. But the farmer didn't do it. He I am self-sufficient, so I don’t care about money. It’s freezing outside, and the little fox was injured and hid by the door. He didn’t dare to go in, he didn’t dare to go out, he looked pitiful.”

Su Zheng asked: "This must be a vixen, right?"

Fu Bingying pursed her lower lip, and said in a louder voice, "Don't interrupt. The farmer was full and saw the little fox whimpering in a weak voice. He thought that I was doing a good deed, so he made some custard soup and fed it to the little fox. The little fox had never eaten human food, and thought it was novel and delicious. The farmer saw that the little fox’s insatiable appearance was very interesting, so he found some food to amuse it. The little fox was so happy that he had never been so happy before.”

"Hey --," Su Zheng draws the tone: "Forget the year, the animal love, is this a fairy tale?"

"..." Fu Bingying had already developed the desire not to speak, but he suddenly felt angry again, and he felt aggrieved in the anger. This rampant air made him restless, and he had to speak out.

"One winter passed, and the little fox gained a lot of weight and became a medium-sized fox. On cold nights in early spring, the farmer would hug him to keep warm, and chat with him when he was doing work. Although it was only a fox, the two got along well. Be like friends..."

"Doesn't it stink when you sleep with you in your arms?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Sorry, go ahead."

"The little fox thinks he is very lucky to meet such a nice person. The farmer often praises his fur, so he takes care of it often, deliberately keeping himself smooth and smooth. The farmer says he is too thin, so he goes up the mountain Catch pheasants, catch two, keep one chicken leg for yourself, and give the rest to the farmer."

"The farmer also treated him very well. A lonely old man and a fox are like a family. The fox grows and grows, and grows bigger and bigger. Finally, it is as big as a wolf dog. At this time, summer is here. One person and one fox Crowded on the bed, hot and small. The farmer is very distressed, but the fox is used to sleeping on the bed."

"At the beginning, the farmer wanted to make a nest for him, like other livestock he raised, but the fox couldn't accept it. It regarded the farmer as a family member. How could the farmer treat it as an animal? After repeated attempts, the farmer couldn't bear it either. Yes. One day, a businessman dressed in expensive clothes came to the house. The fox knew that the farmer was planning to sell him. He was about to run out, but he didn’t expect that a trap had been set in the yard. After being caught by the net, the farmer was afraid that it would flop I broke its neck with my own hands, the blood flowed profusely, and the fox died with regret."

"Later, the fox didn't die. As you said, it became a vixen. It didn't understand how it could die for such a trivial matter. Fortunately, it had strength at this time. Su Zheng, You said, should he demand the life of the peasants?"

Fu Bingying looked at Su Zheng, who had fallen asleep with his head tilted.

Some tiny flying insects flew around his wound, and Fu Bingying was full of resentment, unable to get up or down, staring at him for a long time, and finally just turned his head away.