【Group Cool】Dis Aliter Visum

Chapter 104

Kurapika took a deep breath, and the spider head touched the skin on the outside of his thigh, applying slight pressure to press down on the delicious skin.He raised his upper body, kissed Kuroro's lips, and moaned softly when the tip of his tongue rubbed against his own.Kurapika had already reacted, and there was no clothing to cover him right now, so his body's reaction could be seen clearly.

But it doesn't matter, there are only him and Kuroro here, and Kurapika has already stripped everything naked to Kuroro, he wants to show everything to that man: his bright places, dark places, his self-esteem 、His fear----those youthful courage, those ego that shattered on the ground, and then slowly being picked up by him and put back together.

Kurapika knew Kuroro would take it, he wouldn't comment, the man would take everything about him, the good and the bad -- and break into the depths of his soul to ask for more.

Kurapika wrapped his arms around the man, pulled him down and lay down on the luxurious bed beneath him.Kuroro followed the boy's movements, climbed on top of him and bit his throat, Kurapika obediently arched his upper body, showing a gesture of inviting his lover to do whatever he wanted with him.The head spider's body was inserted between Kurapika's thighs, and the hot thing showed its presence between the legs. He couldn't help but swing his hips, longing for more tingling and comfortable friction.

Both of them on the bed were silent -- followed by Kurapika's groan as the man's cock slowly entered the passage.The familiar meat column slowly squeezed away from the tight inner wall, obviously feeling that he had eaten a lot, but the penis that kept protruding firmly denied his thoughts.Kuroro stopped when he was fully inside.

Kurapika closed his eyes, and leaned his neck back weakly, causing Kuroro to continue licking and kissing the side of his neck. The excessive force made him feel a little painful, but Kurapika didn't mind-----he He welcomes the pain, he welcomes the pleasure that man brings him, whatever it is.

Kuroro rubbed his thighs with warm palms, then grabbed Kurapika's buttocks, and slammed into the depths without any mental preparation!The sudden impact made Kurapika choke, he liked the way Kuroro fucked him, the intensity always made his scalp tingle every time.

The two bodies intertwined on the bed began to move, the creaking sound from the bed and the youthful moans intertwined to form an obscene song, this kind of erotic desire slowly superimposed, and the comfortable itching clung to it like a filament All over the body, pure sensual pleasure was more pleasant than the emotions Kurapika felt because of that man.

This feeling is so good, even if it is not the urgency that he usually feels with the spider leader, he feels like he is living in an unusually slow world, feeling Kuroro's hand gently pressing on his skin, and then slowly Slide slowly to the back of the thigh and fuck in hard.

Kuroro kept licking and biting Kurapika's throat, and the continuous rhythm of the waist made him tremble.Kurapika knew he was vulnerable now, and besides, Kuroro wouldn't hurt him.So he raised his upper body and opened his legs to meet the other party, and this time, he finally couldn't suppress his sobs.

Kurapika's chin was stained with Kuroro's breath, and while his lips were intertwined, he suppressed the crying sound from being fucked under the kiss. This slow-paced sex was very different from the previous madness, but it was like water The pleasure of flowing long feels very good.

Yes, sex, that's what they're doing now, and they're both willing to open up to each other, willing to fall for each other; yes, but it's scary and comfortable for Kurapika at the same time, two contradictory feelings if Occupy his heart?Kurapika just had no answer.

Kuroro kissed along Kurapika's throat to his chest, and he suddenly braced himself, causing the boy's arms to fall limply on the bed.Kuroro looked at the boy who was completely open on the bed, and inserted two fingers into his warm mouth. Kurapika sucked it obediently, and even sucked it lightly. After pulling out his fingertips, he pulled out an ambiguous silver line , he watched Kuroro's fingers stroking his neck, he didn't know whether it was the cock that broke out suddenly inside his body or the influence of the fingers, Kurapika suddenly arched his soft waist, and took a weak breath.

But it wasn't over yet, Kuroro's hand went down along the lines of Kurapika's body, put his palm on the boy's heart, pressed down slightly and felt the beating of the heart underneath.

Kurapika didn't run away, he opened himself up, defenseless, very receptive.As Kuroro's fingers pressed down, he knew what was coming -- he greeted, watching as his lover's fingers dug into his skin, dug out his muscles, stabbed deep into the chest.

The bright red blood flowed away from the dug-out place, and the warm liquid slowly flowed on the bed, but Kuroro's hand held his heart, and he kneaded it, the feeling of being caught was cool Rapika gasped, his eyes filled with tears from the pain -- at this moment, their eyes met, and Kurapika smiled.

When Kuroro pulled out his heart, there was a fishy sweet taste in his throat, the pain made Kurapika whimper, and the feeling of being dug out in his heart made him suffocate, and Kuroro pulled out his heart The heart didn't stop, Kurapika felt the horrible feeling of the main artery being torn, could feel the tears streaming down as the man fucked into the body and pulled the heart.

The room was immediately filled with a bloody smell. It was obvious that the lower body was intimately intertwined, but when the eyes moved upwards, they saw such a terrifying and bloody scene. The boy's chest was hollowed out one by one, and the blood vessels were torn off. The only thing echoing in the brain was The smell of blood and endless pain.Kurapika's vision was blurred by tears, he watched Kuroro tear up the warm heart that was still beating in his hand, and watched his lover's hand beat his heart----almost nothing in front of his eyes It was pitch black, but this scene came into view clearly.

Kurapika's breathing gradually became weak, and his lungs ached like they were burning from the lack of oxygen.He took a deep breath, and more blood flowed out of his chest, which lacked a bloody hole--God, it hurts!

Before his vision turned into complete darkness, he saw his heart beat once or twice, then stopped, and was gently held in Kuroro's hand.

He doesn't know anything anymore.

Kurapika yelled out of his sleep and sat up on the car seat suddenly. His helpless voice woke Kuroro up. He slowly sat up as if he didn't want to disturb the boy, his black eyes were puzzled, Looking at each other worriedly.Kurapika looked around quickly, his heart beating wildly in his intact chest as if out of control -- in his still healthy, breathing chest.

Kuroro and Kurapika were still in the car, the seat hadn't been put back in place, the scenery outside the window seemed to be covered by a layer of thick fog before dawn, and the sound of dripping rain was beating on the car and the glass windows Make a muffled sound.Kurapika was panting heavily, every breath felt as if his lungs were being pulled out, and the position of his heart was still throbbing with pain from the scene in the dream.

"Nightmare?" Kuroro asked softly, his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Kurapika nodded, then shook his head, he didn't know how to explain it, he knew it wasn't a "beautiful" dream, but it wasn't scary at all.To put it bluntly, Kurapika is more worried about why the self in the dream is so calm, so...accepting, Kuroro is killing him---or this is a metaphor, a metaphor for the man he established What feelings.

No matter what happened, Kurapika accepted everything, he accepted pain and even death, just because he died at the hands of the spider boss.

Now that he's awake, it should worry him, it can't be a good omen.

Kuroro was still watching Kurapika carefully, his eyes fell on Kurapika's body with a heavy look, he could almost feel Kuroro's constant thinking and trying to interpret this contradiction in his mind.

"It was just a dream," Kurapika finally said, "I wouldn't say it was a nightmare, but it's kind of disturbing to me."

Kuroro nodded, and reached out to raise the seat back to its original position.

"We're all awake, do you want to leave now?" Although Kuroro asked, he had already put the car key in the ignition.

Kurapika nodded.

"I don't feel like eating right now," he said, "so unless you're hungry, we'll have lunch after we head out."

Kuroro started the car, Kurapika's head was leaning against the glass window, his mind was constantly running, everything was a mess now, he thought he would struggle with the next plan, but he underestimated the consequences of the end of the plan. What a heavy impact.Kurapika's dream is just a vague expression of his thoughts about the spider leader.

At about noon, the road in front of us began to turn into a winding path surrounded by dense towering trees, making it more and more difficult for vehicles to walk.When they stopped for lunch, the rest of the road was clearly on foot.After lunch, Kurapika watched Kuroro lock the car door, the man noticed Kurapika's gaze and showed a sarcastic smile.

"Hardly anyone comes here," he said.

"----No one will come back." Kurapika interrupted Kuroro.

"No one will come here again," Kuroro agreed, without a trace of guilt on his face. "But that doesn't mean I won't prevent anyone from stealing the car."

Kurapika didn't really care, he didn't even think the two of them would need that car anymore.He shrugged his back and turned around, and started walking towards the birth village, Kuroro followed him, he was always quiet, but Kurapika could hear the sound of the other party stepping on the grass.

He is as familiar with every plant and tree here as he knows himself-even if he is surprised by himself in the past few months, the birdsong, the chirp of insects, and the rustling of leaves in the forest are still It was very familiar to Kurapika, he rubbed his chest, trying to suppress the discomfort suppressed in his chest, he felt that his ribs were tightly pinching his body, and it seemed difficult to breathe.

They walked for hours or so, over steep hills and down craggy valleys, until they found a dense forest dotted here and there with a few gray stones.When they reached a narrow path blocked by a cliff, Kurapika stopped.

"I'll go on my own now," he said, without looking at the spider leader. "Keep your eyes here."

"We have a lot of eyes," Kuroro said. "You can't bring them all in, and it takes a long time to dig the ground alone. The soil is full of tree roots and rocks."

"It's okay." Kurapika insisted, his eyes on the big trees sandwiched between the slopes: "I'll go by myself."

"Kurapika," Kuroro said, his tone as if trying to convince a stubborn child.

There was a sudden surge of rage, but Kurapika suppressed it, knowing that sticking up the thorn would only make matters worse.

"Krollo," the boy said softly, "I need to do it alone, this is my vow, my pain, this is not something you can see. No matter how much you help, following me will not Change what, you still don't have any idea about this massacre, you will only make it more painful, I need to be alone with the souls of my people, go away." He said shrugging, but finally Or add: "Please."

The spider leader fell silent, and finally nodded after a long and unsettling silence, Kurapika finally breathed, Kuroro silently summoned the book, and then materialized the convenience wrap Coming out, he sat under a fallen tree and took out a book from his luggage.

Kurapika finally turned to look at him, but Kuroro didn't look up from the book, and the boy started picking up as many containers of red eyes as he could, and took them across a long distance, throwing more back and forth. Eyes take you to distant places.Kuroro spoke as he walked back to take the last pair of eyes.

"I'll be waiting for you here." He said, looking up at the young man with unreadable eyes after looking up from the book: "I'll be waiting for you here."

Kurapika nodded.

"I'll be back," he promised Kuroro, then focused on his task.

He walked back to the village with his eyes open, and when he was about halfway there, Kurapika glanced at the pile of containers.The boy quickly counted the number of containers, again making sure all the eyes were still in place.Kurapika traveled long distances with his eyes in his hands, and the charred remains of houses were scattered in the forest. The desolate scene in front of him made his chest hollowed out, and endless grief hit his heart, like a planet slowly falling.

Kurapika put his eyes down and focused on the ground as he went back to get the rest of the red eye back, he refused to let himself fall, he couldn't go through so much and then fall at this point.

He has a job to do, and he'll watch himself do it.He won't fall until later, and he'll be torn apart, but after it's all over -----

If he can survive.

He wondered if he could do it.

Back and forth, this time without Kuroro looking at him, helping Kurapika in a way.He put all the precious containers in front of the first house, and then found the huge cemetery where his family members and compatriots were buried.He stood there silently, watching the grass cover his painful and admittedly short life.

Plants wouldn't mind growing in a once bloody land where the dead bodies of Kurapika's loved ones lay, their hollowed-out eye sockets unwillingly looking at the different sky.It's a cycle of life and death, Kurapika knows it, he knows it, but he doesn't know it -- not after he returns to his "home" that's become empty and burned; I know it after seeing countless dead bodies that have lost their eyes.He doesn't know after feeling the pain caused by the loss.

And Kurapika is now clear, he knows that this cycle is still rotating as usual, like a stack of papers that have been carefully stacked, all grief will eventually be buried after the baptism of time, and then turned into a book used by historians. The old tale of the study of indifferent eyes.But the shovel with which he buried his compatriots is still on the spot, and the remains of the burnt house will turn gray with age.

He grabbed the shovel's post, making sure it was still solid, even with a few years of weathering, the shovel didn't look like it was going to break, and Kurapika picked it up and started working.

The sun, the venomous light, shone mercilessly on Kurapika who started digging, and disappeared behind the mountains while he was still working.Night had fallen, and for the first time Kurapika could barely see anything, but then the moon appeared, casting bright light on the lonely boy, and he dug deeper and deeper to make sure no one would ever touch these tokens again. The original owner lost his life, and when Kurapika was done, he was almost covered in sweat, but he didn't care, it was just a small price he paid to his beloved compatriots.

Kurapika didn't know when he crawled out of the pothole, he opened the first metal can, time was meaningless here.It's an external concept that you don't understand when you live in a fast-paced city, the heart of Kuxo beats to a completely different rhythm, this place doesn't need any metal and glass jars, or for eye protection the storage solution used.

When Kurapika's hand touched the first pair of eyeballs, he felt something in his chest was smashed into thousands of pieces, he struggled in grief, buried the eyes of his clansmen in the hole he dug, and murmured Prayer to the land, the breeze, and the trees.Every time he closes his eyes, he always prays, which makes him feel a power is slowly emerging spontaneously.

His thoughts kept going back to family, friends, even countrymen he never forgot.Whether or not Kurapika returns to Red Eye, they deserve peace, not all of them are scarred by death, but each of them has suffered.When Kurapika emptied each metal canister, he dug the shovel into the dirt and covered his eyes with the moon now low in the sky.

Kurapika did not build any shrines or monuments to his dead clansmen, their shrines were at his feet, the sky was above them, the mountains surrounded the valley, and then the silent woods became their monuments.

He threw the pot into the pit dug far beyond the village, where his people were buried, and more earth covered them.

Kurapika took one last look at his compatriot's house, then turned and headed east, where Kuroro was waiting for him, he could take a nap, but the boy knew sleep would not come, not after it was all over arrival.He stretched his shoulders and started to walk east, then slowly away from his past, waiting in front of Kurapika, was his end.