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Chapter 273

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank slightly.

Oops, he forgot.

Although he is still in the dungeon, what is different from before is that in the current [Prosperity Building], the dream demon's control over the interior of the dungeon is not as good as before, and there is still a witch candle on his body. The brand given can be heard by the other party, and it is not difficult to see what is happening here.

The dark and cold snake burrowed into the neckline, slipped in along the cuff, and went around the shoulders.

Clinging to the young man's warm and smooth skin, he slowly swam along the concave arc of his collarbone.

The ups and downs of the young man's chest seemed to accelerate slightly.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, but her voice was still calm and unconcerned: Just a polite remark.

House?

The man's low, inaudible voice of joy and anger sounded close to his ears.

There was a little cold touch on the tip of the ear, like a faint touch on the lips, and it seemed like the soft and tough snake scales were swimming along the ear. Wen Jianyan flinched involuntarily.

He restrained his instinctive reaction and glanced behind him without a trace.

There was no one behind him.

Not far away, there was a tightly closed glass door. The inside of the door was pitch black, like a mirror in the dim light, clearly reflecting the young man in his wedding dress.

He was surrounded by a shadow, like some kind of terrifying existence that humans could not understand, and was brazenly taking him as his own, under his invisible wings.

Wen Jianyan quickly looked back, and replied nonchalantly, Of course.

I don't like your polite words.

The other party's voice still didn't have any unnecessary ups and downs, and he didn't seem to think that what he said was anything strange, just expressing his dissatisfaction as a matter of course.

I don't like the way he looks at you.

An icy cold touch swam across his lips.

Under the gray dim light, the young man's lips were abnormally bright red, like a fruit full of blood. The lips were plump and soft, slightly sunken under some invisible force, as if being caught by something invisible. The existence of the slowly pressed down.

And almost gave you artificial respiration.

Wen Jianyan: .

He really didn't expect that artificial respiration, which had not yet happened, could actually make Wu Zhu still brooding.

Although there may not be a concept of jealous in the existence of Wu Zhu, but I have to say that his current performance...

Almost like being jealous.

Maybe I should eat him.

' said Wu Zhu.

...maybe eat all the humans here.

There was a bit of thoughtfulness in Wu Zhu's voice, as if he was seriously considering this possibility.

In his conception, Wen Jianyan is already his property, and any human touch and coveting is an offense to himself.

He won't do anything to Wen Jianyan, at least not for the time being.

But with other humans, he will not be so kind.

As long as their souls and bodies are swallowed and digested, and they become part of self, then these offenses will also belong to self.

It is allowed to touch one's own possessions.

Wen Jianyan: ...

Well, being jealous of evil gods is far more dangerous than being jealous of humans.

Under the large happy clothes, the upper body of the young man has been completely wrapped up unconsciously, and the dark tentacles go around the white limbs, like branches growing along the texture lines, and like a giant python slowly The prey is strangled.

What did you eat them for?

Wen Jianyan laughed suddenly, his voice was still calm and unconcerned, but there was a slight inhalation in the laughter:

I thought I was your prey.

The winding paused for a moment, and then suddenly tightened in the next second.

The cold black tentacles sank deep into the soft and hot skin, and a little soft flesh was drawn on the plump inner side of the thigh, and light red marks were rubbed on the delicate skin that did not see the sun.

certainly.

Wu Zhu's hoarse voice sounded close to Wen Jianyan's ear.

The young man's voice contained a three-point indifference and a bit of mocking bewitchment:

So, isn't it enough for you to just eat me?

The breath behind the ear seemed to be chaotic for a moment.

certainly.

The other's voice was tight, as if squeezed from between his teeth.

Wen Jianyan hooked his lower lip.

Look how easy it is.

A few words are enough, aren't they?

The next second, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Well!

A muffled groan wrapped in a breathy sound overflowed from his throat, and was bitten back between his teeth abruptly and swallowed under the base of his tongue.

Wen Jianyan's waist softened, and he fell down uncontrollably. Fortunately, he held the glass door beside him in time to stabilize his body.

Su Cheng, who was beside him, heard the movement and turned his head to look in surprise:

What's wrong?

In the gray Changsheng Building, except for the central patio, which is still transparent, the shops around it are very dark. Although it is only a short distance away, the visibility is very low.

Wen Jianyan held the glass door with one hand, and her loose red cuffs fell down naturally, revealing a small half of her sturdy and well-proportioned forearm. Her slender palms were firmly pressed against the glass, her fingertips turning white due to excessive force, as if It takes a lot of effort to keep your back straight.

No, nothing.

His voice didn't hear too many emotional fluctuations, it seemed to be the same as usual, but, for some reason, Su Chengcheng noticed a subtle difference.

Are you all right? Is there something wrong?

He became a little nervous, and hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to go to the other side to check the situation.

fine!

Wen Jianyan's voice suddenly rose.

Su Cheng was startled, and subconsciously stopped his footsteps.

The other party also seemed to realize his gaffe.

He cleared his throat lightly and said in a calm voice, Everything is fine, just found some clues that I hadn't noticed before.

.…yes?

Su Cheng stood on the spot and seemed to be in a dilemma.

He could feel that Wen Jianyan probably didn't lie, but he was not completely relieved about the other party's current state...

Yes.

Wen Jianyan's speech speed increased slightly.

In the interval between the sound and the sound of the word, Xiping was also mixed with a little inconspicuous voice, which was quickly swallowed into the throat, leaving no trace. In short, you go to meet Qi Qian and the others first, and give me some alone time. I need to think about it for myself.

He spells it out clearly:

one person.

Su Cheng blinked and finally compromised:

OK then.

He knows that when it comes to key clues, Wen Jianyan is often used to being a riddleman. Unless there is definite evidence, he will rarely share his guesses. It is indeed understandable that he needs to think about it by himself. , Of course, the most important thing is that the copy of [Prosperity Building] is not too threatening now, otherwise Su Cheng would not be able to back down so easily and leave Wen Jianyan alone for a while.

He turned around and walked towards Qi Qian's direction.

As Su Cheng walked, he felt a little strange.

Um……

Is it because the visibility here is too low, causing him to see it wrong?

Wen Jianyan's ears seemed scary red just now...

Listening to Su Cheng's footsteps gradually leaving, Wen Jianyan propped up the glass door with one hand and stood up abruptly, her sweaty palms rubbing against the smooth glass surface, making a harsh squeak, leaving behind. A clear palm mark.

He gritted his teeth and walked toward the depths of the darkness.

The gray and bright patio was left behind, the road ahead became darker and darker, and the possibility of being witnessed became less and less likely.

Finally, when Wen Jianyan was sure that he would not be seen by anyone, that strong support suddenly disappeared.

His knees suddenly softened, and he leaned against the wall with one hand and slowly slid down.

The wide hem of the scarlet wedding dress spread out, scattered on the cold and pale stone ground, like a rotten and blooming flower, carrying a bright color.

Facing the wall, Wen Jianyan knelt on the ground, hunched slightly.

His head drooped deeply, and the red back was naturally open, revealing a small half of his fair and thin neck, which seemed to be shining in the darkness, fine sweat oozing from his skin, and a few messy silver hair sticking to it.

A slender palm pressed firmly against the wall, the blue veins on the back of the hand bulged, and the fingertips were pale with excessive force.

Between the scattered hair, the tips of the red ears were exposed, and most of the cheeks were covered by the hair. The only side of the face that could be seen was red and delicate, as if it could drip blood.

You taught me, the cold kiss fell on the tip of the hot ear, isn't it?

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and maintained a half-curled position, as if she was so determined that she could not make a sound.

How did I learn?

Wu Zhu asked in a low voice.

...He used his hands, not tentacles! He couldn't get in directly from the front!

Wen Jianyan pressed her hot forehead to the back of her hand and didn't answer a word.

He just raised his hand, bit his knuckles hard without saying a word, and tightened his teeth tremblingly, as if he was about to bite blood.

[The task of staying in Changsheng Building has been completed, the unlocking degree has reached 100%, and the dungeon is closed]

[10, 9, 8]

[The anchor has been offline]

[The live broadcast room will close in one minute, countdown: 60, 59... ]

As Wen Jianyan said, at the end of the final time limit for the copy of the Prosperity Building, the system sound that had been offline for a long time sounded again, echoing clearly in everyone's ears.

After the countdown ended, all the live streamers who survived in the [Prosperity Building] were all in black, and the next second, a familiar, white space appeared in front of them.

It seems that things are back on track, and they will soon be able to return to the anchor hall.

Su Cheng stood up and turned his head to look around.

[Prosperity Building] Although there were a large number of team members, there were not very few who really survived. His eyes passed over the only number of people, and his face showed a puzzled look.

Wait, what about Wen Jianyan?

Logically speaking, he should also appear in this space... However, Su Cheng did not find that familiar figure at all.

Inside the Prosperity Building.

All the anchors disappeared, leaving only the huge gray space, the air was dead silent, and there was no sound at all.

in a dark corner.

The young man in a bright red wedding dress leaned his head against the wall, his back was arched, his head was buried deep, and his shoulders shivered from time to time, like a wheat field that was carried by a golden wave in the gust of wind.

The repressed and disordered breathing was stuffed deep in the throat, and there was only a whimpering, sobbing, shivering tail sound.

He bit his knuckles viciously, and the saliva he didn't have time to swallow dripped down and fell to the ground like tears.

Suddenly, the fingertips pressed against the wall tightened convulsively, and an uncontrollable curse spilled out of his throat.

I...fuck...you fuck...witch candle

The young man's face was reflected in the blurred glass door in front of him.

The silver-white eyelashes were trembling and wet, the amber eyeballs were covered with a layer of water film, the eyes were slightly scattered, the whole face was red as blood, the teeth were clenched, the expression was anger and embarrassment, and it seemed that Ping could not wait to put the words in his mouth. The name was bitten and swallowed.

Behind him, the figure of an adult male slowly emerged and solidified.

The man's golden eyes glittered in the darkness. He looked at Wen Jianyan's face in the mirror, then slowly raised his hand and brought his wet fingertips to his lips.

The tip of the scarlet tongue sticks out, licking everything on it.

you're right.

He smiled contentedly:

It's enough for me to just eat you.