dream eater

Chapter 24 Is It Fun?

Fan Tian was so concerned about his pain when he sleepwalked last time, while licking the wound on his shoulder.

The warm current that filled his heart at that moment condensed into a steel thorn piercing his heart. It was not until Jiang Heran started coughing uncontrollably that the suffocated and hypoxic lungs were filled with air again.

When the man behind him made physical contact with him, he felt familiar.

During the previous fight, the other party had a familiar scent on him.

It was a reassuring smell unique to his loved ones that the stale smell of the damp basement couldn't hide.

Jiang Heran thought that he just missed him too much.

Jiang Heran also didn't want to think of Fan Tian that way—the mastermind who murdered Tsurui, designed to lure him into the game, imprisoned and raped him, anyone could be the mastermind, but it couldn't be him.

The mask was removed by the man behind him, and the belt on his ankle was also loosened, and he was turned back to the front by the man.

The fearless and fearless Jiang did not dare to open his eyes, he was afraid of seeing the abyss.

The violation continued, and the man seemed dissatisfied with his indifference, and then squeezed the murder weapon into another unbearable narrow hole, and thrust it in a painful way.

It hurts.

Jiang Heran thought: No lubrication, no foreplay, why did he feel happy when he combined with Fan Tian in this way before?

Physical pain has never been able to attract Jiang Heran's attention.

Fan Tian pulled out the gun that he carried with him, and habitually installed a muffler on the muzzle, as indifferent and rigorous as every time he finished the target.

"Jiang Heran." Fan Tian called out in a deep voice, like every time he was entangled with Jiang Heran, with deep love.

Jiang's too calm face opened his eyes, as if he had lost all his emotions, neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor angry.

The inorganic cold light on the gun was reflected in the deep black pupils of the sea, which inexplicably made those bloodshot eyes burst out with a strange look.

"Where did I not satisfy you?" Jiang Heran tilted his head slightly in doubt, his doting tone seemed to be that Fan Tian said that he was half bad, and he could change it, "Why are you making such a joke with me? "

"Satisfied." The man with the gun looked between the legs of the person below him, inserted the long and narrow muffler muzzle of the killer weapon that might go off at any time, into the closed acupuncture point, and greedily occupied Jiang Heran's body. The most secret private part, and the penis buried in the back hole twitched at the same time, "I still want it."

Jiang impressively listened to the other party's needs patiently, "What else do you want?"

Jiang Heran likes to have sex with Fan Tian. When the flaws are filled by the other party's body, it will make him feel complete. He thinks that with Fan Tian, ​​he will be complete. , it is not much different from having sex with Fan Tian, ​​you will feel full and comfortable as well.

It turned out that Fan Tian was not as special as he thought.

"your position."

"Okay." He said, "I'll give it to you when I die."

Jiang Heran's reaction was too abnormal, why didn't he lose his temper with him, get annoyed, or resist more violently.

Fan Tian felt that his heart was beating very fast, and something was faintly out of control—Jiang Heran and him were both very different.

He once again suspected that he was suffering from schizophrenia, and a voice deep in his consciousness shouted, "This is his most important person, give him back his most important person", shaking his heart and fighting for his takeover of consciousness .

It seemed to be the stupid self during sleepwalking, this sense of out of control caused by violent emotional fluctuations made Fan Tian pull out his gun habitually and aim at his "cause".

What was even more out of control was himself when he was awake. He had already decided to keep Jiang Heran for the time being.Before this plate of "meat dishes" is cooled, it can be eaten several times until it gets tired.

But he didn't want to break the other party's struggling legs, didn't want to see Jiang crying, and he didn't want to talk to his subordinates like a winner.

God's will, man-made, Fan Tian is destined to meet Jiang impressively one day.

At least not now.

—Why can't it be now?

Jiang Heran, who was gradually drifting away on the road to death, kindly helped to analyze: "You must see people when you live, and you must see corpses when you die, otherwise the group of villains under my hands will not easily agree with your status——I know you are A lot of eyeliners have been planted in the organization. At that time, among the forces that you merged with, who were used by you, and several important officials in the high-level interior knew the truth. Once they noticed something strange, it would be difficult to deal with the aftermath. I'm the first choice, nights are long and dreams are many."

Jiang impressively was right.

The man who was driven into obsession by the palpitations for no reason moved the barrel of the gun covered with water to Jiang Heran's eyes.

"Headshot, thank you for giving me a good time."

Jiang Heran opened his mouth, and the barrel of the gun was inserted into his mouth. Jiang Heran suddenly became cooperative, narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, and licked the contents of his mouth like oral sex for a man.

Blood and emotions are running rampant, and the real entanglement to death is so exciting that it makes people lose their minds.

The bed shook violently.

The gun fired first.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the feathers in the pillow burst into the air like white fireworks, and the fine down feathers hovered in the air in slow motion. The bullet on the bed board deviated from its original target, and the smell of burnt gunpowder smoke burned in Jiang impressively.

Fan Tian failed to get the killer.

Jiang impressively breathed the smell of death, looked at Fan Tian among the fluttering feathers, and smiled lightly with the corners of his mouth raised.The hand that escaped from the handcuffs at some point suddenly stretched out from behind, and grabbed the gun in front of him with the agility that was used to kill someone.

Those scarlet hands were too glaring, and Fan Tian came back to his senses in an instant. His reaction was not unpleasant, but the other party's snatching action did not intend to reverse the hunting relationship, so he went along with the muzzle of the gun that was still warm from the bullets. He pressed hard on Jiang Heran's forehead, and under Jiang Heran's hook, the trigger was irreversibly pressed to the end again.

Even with the noise reduction of the silencer, the sound of shooting at close range will still temporarily deafen the ears. The hearing has not recovered from the last crackle, and the world has become very quiet. The "click" sound of the hammer Also became silent.

Failed to do so and splashed blood on the opponent's face.

Jiang Heran, who hadn't even blinked an eye until the last piece of feather drifted and dust settled, recognized the weapon as the gun he had confiscated earlier after distinguishing it for a while.

Jiang Heran usually only has one bullet in his gun.

When his discarded left hand broke free from the handcuffs, the metal edge cut the metacarpal bone out of place, bloody and bloody, so he bit the palm of Fan Tian's hand that was still held in front of him until it was bloody.

Jiang Heran raised Fan Tian's palm in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. The handcuffs still hanging on his right wrist made a crisp sound as he moved, letting the other party's blood drip on his face, savoring the salty taste of drinking , "Fan Tian, ​​your blood is also hot."

"You haven't answered my previous question." Jiang impressively continued to talk with the man in front of him as if nothing had happened, like an intermittent psychosis.

"Why are you kidding me?"

"There is no shortage of women like you, what's so interesting about my deformity?"

"I always knew that you were unscrupulous in order to achieve your goals. I didn't expect you to wrong yourself to this extent. You hate me so much, and you have to sleep with me with disgust. It's hard for you."

"Say you like me, so you're lying to me even when you're sleepwalking."

"Fan Tian, ​​am I having fun?"

"Is it fun to see me in heat under you?"

"Is my deformed body fun?"

"Is it fun to lie to me?"

After a long while, the man said in a flat voice: "I never felt that your body was abnormal."

That's right, Fan Tian's character and growth environment destined him to be such a person who has no sense of the outside world, lacks empathy, awe of things, lofty or solemn, deformed or ugly, all can be viewed without emotion.

That's why when Jiang exposed himself in the first place, he had no doubts about Fan Tian's unsurprised reaction.

"Really?" Jiang impressively blinked the heat in his eyes, "But I think I'm very abnormal."

It is obvious that he is disabled enough, but he still has to be cheap to love a person with a psychological defect.

Like every person who is spoiled by his admirers, Jiang Heran, who has the capital of self-confidence, can always easily win the admiration of others with his appearance and status.So confident to wishful thinking two years ago, two years later to repeat the same mistakes.

As much pride capital, physical defects will bring corresponding inferiority complex, so when the loved one is willing to succumb to his defects, he will also willingly accept the other party.

Afraid that Fan Tian would go find someone else and rush to sacrifice himself.

Jiang Heran didn't catch Fan Tian with lust, but after confirming the relationship, he used this body that the other party was willing to touch to please the person he loved without bottom line.

However, the other party just wanted to play with his self-willing and degrading body from beginning to end.

The handcuffs on Jiang Heran's right wrist were ringing all the time, and his left hand was all injured. It was the man's hand that was shaking. The hand that just fired the gun had been shaking before he bit it.

Jiang Heran shook Fan Tian's hand away as if he was treating something dirty, but asked in a very kind tone, "What's wrong with you?"

Fan Tian threw the gun far away, and wiped the blood dripping from Jiang Heran's face with his sleeve, like treating fragile porcelain, stroking Jiang Heran as if he was confirmed by the brow pointed by the gun before.

"Fan Tian." Jiang Heran understood something from his actions, "Are you afraid?"

Unexpectedly, the man hesitated and nodded.

Jiang Heran stared into the other person's eyes, and said in disbelief, "You are also afraid?"

Fan Tian knew that there was only one bullet in the gun, but at the moment Jiang Heran pulled his hand and shot himself, his out-of-control rationality was blinded by palpitations.

The idea of ​​sleepwalking that he had clamored for before, privately released all the negative emotions accumulated in the subconscious that were usually filtered out by him.

His heart had never been beating like that before. When he was killing people, when he was dying, those moments when his heart rhythm should have been too violent, they were triggered at the same time, like evil spirits trying to break free from the cage, they all smashed into his heart.

He fluctuated once when Jiang Heran jumped out of the window before, and he couldn't figure out why all night, but this time, he finally realized Jiang Heran's importance to him in a sudden heartbeat.

He wants to keep Jiang Heran until he "recovers".

There have been too many times of self-assertion, and this time is not bad, so Jiang said with a smile: "You don't want me to die?"

Fan Tian unbuttoned Jiang Heran's clothes, and simply hugged the person under him, feeling the still alive body temperature of the other person.

"I don't want you to die."

"Really." Jiang Heran had that strange look in his eyes again, "Then what should I do, I've already had enough."

At the age of six, when his biological mother cursed and abandoned him as a monster, he had had enough.

At the age of 15, the defects in his body woke up, and when he found a sense of existence with him, he was enough to live.

At the age of 20, when he wiped off the dried and bloody head and saw Elace's face, he had had enough.

He has done a lot of evil, if it is retribution, but what did he do wrong when he was first born in this world?

He doesn't want to be disabled, and he doesn't want to be abandoned because of his disability. He also hopes to have a peaceful and ordinary life——the man who pulled him out of the mud is the leader of the villains, and the future of life unfolds at his feet. At the beginning of his life, he just didn't want to go hungry anymore.

Then organized civil strife, and Jiang Heran, who didn't want Eles' efforts to fall into the hands of caring people, persuaded his world-weary self.

It's not that he likes to die, many times he really wants to die.

"After I saw you, I thought that Eles came back to see me again, and Tsurui was always chanting in my ear, so I just thought about living a little longer."

He just fell in love with someone who was "nice" to him, and he liked the matter itself, so what did he do wrong?

"You fucked me one night two years ago. At that time, I thought you liked me. Later, you told me that you wanted to kill me. Last night, when you fucked me, you told me that you loved me." I, in the end, still wanted to kill me."

"I'll follow you one last time." Jiang Heran looked into the other's eyes, and gently touched the ends of Fan Tian's eyes.

"It just so happens that I have lived enough." Jiang Heran said with the solemnity when he and Fan Tian expressed their love: "You kill me, the property is used as a commission to hire you, and I can introduce you to the position of the leader. Everything is given to you, are you satisfied now?"

Fan Tian could feel that every word Jiang Heran said was serious.

He finally got his wish, he finally got his wish, but he was not happy, he didn't want to hear every word Jiang Heran said.

This depressive feeling is like having a nightmare, the kind that you can't wake up from.

A man who can only copy emotions, has never encountered such a situation, has no template for him to imitate, and does not know how to deal with it, just like when he was sleepwalking, he hugged the person in front of him in a daze, clumsily trying to make up for it It's no different from my stupid self when I was sleepwalking.

His heart seemed to be awakened by the shock of stopping beating, so he obeyed his heart, sincerely a little funny, "It's true that I lied to you, and it's true that I like you."

Unfortunately, the awakening of human perception is too late.

These words are indeed very funny, Jiang Heran laughed wantonly, he hadn't laughed so sincerely for a long time, he coughed from laughing, his eyes were red from coughing.

"That's too bad."

What does Jiang impressively like about Fan Tian?

It seems that he just likes the tameness and hypocrisy of the other party's hypocrisy.

Since it's all fake.

Then he has never liked Fan Tian.

"The two of us are each other." Jiang impressively patted Fan Tian's face frivolously, as if looking at a bag of non-recyclable garbage, "I never liked you."