Chapter 277

At this moment, few people can think of what kind of soul is hidden under such a skin. Herstal knows that he is not just throwing fleshly desires at each other, but has signed a contract with Mephisto to sell his soul.

He tightened the belt, listening to the sound of the other person's breathing becoming more and more difficult under the pressure, and it was indistinguishable among the sticky sound of water. Sometimes he still has the idea of ​​wanting to kill the other party and hurt the other party, and finally this idea is reflected in the way it is now.

But Albarino didn't seem to care, removing the force from his hand that left painful bruises on Herstal's skin. Some tears involuntarily spilled out of the corners of his eyes, wetting the corners of his eyes, making his eyes sparkle.

And those eyes were still smiling.

Finally, he shoved into the other person's mouth and didn't pull it out immediately. He listened to Albarino choked and coughed, but still dutifully tried to swallow a part of the liquid.

Hestal estimated that the other party was about to suffocate at this time, and when he finally pulled it out, he watched the other party tremble and arched his body, trying in vain to stop coughing and gān gān. Some saliva mixed with white liquid dripped from the corner of Albarino's mouth, holding a thread that was about to break, more sullen and dejected than Herstal could imagine.

He undid the belt from the other's neck, and saw a red mark pressed down between Albarino's neck, slightly sunken, and the skin looked wet and soft.

So of course he went with his own desires and pulled Albarino off the ground after re-tying the belt around his waist, leaning over and licking the bloodshot red mark on his neck.

"Herstal," Albarino raised his neck, letting him move, and at the same time he whispered in his ear, his voice sounded unusually hoarse, "As long as you speak, I will help you kill him - If you really can't face him, I can help you."

Herstal pondered for a while, then said, "Go home first."

And this night, he woke up from a nightmare.

And the next night.

Chapter 72 Blood Spring 06

He dreamed that the rose window shards inlaid with stained glass shattered, and it was not the shards of glass that escaped from the rotten wooden frame, but colorful butterflies. Those butterflies fluttered and flew down, and the edges of the light wings flickered as sharp as blades.

Their wings caressed his skin as softly as feathers, leaving invisible scars in the shape of cracks that spread like cobwebs. His naked eyes couldn't see where the scars were, but he could only feel bursts of piercing pain.

When he reached out to touch the source of the pain, he found that all the sticky blood within his reach was dripping down his fingers, like icy bugs squirming and crawling across. Then his fingers touched his neck—there was a piano string that was gradually tightening, sinking deeply into the flesh, like a snake, like the cold and slender fingers of death, in the hands of the goddess of fate of spinning threads.

Then he woke up from his dream.

Herstal opened his eyes suddenly, staring at the empty ceiling between heavy breathing. Of course, there were no colorful butterflies falling slowly from the stained windows, no strings and no blood flowing. Later, he realizes with disgust that his pajamas are soaked with sweat that is slowly ruining his schedule.

The alarm clock on the front desk pointed to ten minutes before the previously set start time, while the other side of the room was empty, his "partner" - Herstal chose this word carefully in his mind, because the friend I won't spend the night at the other party's house, and lovers... Albarino and the word lover are a hundred and eighty thousand miles away - long ago disappeared, and the smell of some scrambled eggs scattered from the cracks of the door pointed to the other party 's location.

So Herstal got dressed and went to the restaurant, where Albarino and Scrambled Egg were waiting, like some kind of perfect boyfriend that only happens in a dream. The other party untied the gray and white striped apron and glanced at Herstal from above the dining table in a meaningful way. At this time, Herstal noticed that the other party's eyes were a little blue.

Albarino said simply: "You scream in your dreams."

The facts themselves are not as exaggerated as Albarino said.

Like all successful people, Herstal has a huge, impractical chaáng. On this vast territory, two monarchs can live in peace without meeting - this is not an exaggeration, Albaly Nuo's sleeping position was unexpectedly good, which was not the same as the impression he left on some people. Herstal, on the other hand, often curls up when he falls asleep, and the psychological significance of this position is self-evident.

In short, some people feel that their partners should sleep with each other, but that actually just makes the shoulders and the next door go numb the next morning.

And even though Albarino felt that he and Herstal were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, he was awakened by a painful moan in the middle of the night.

When he opened his eyes and slowly got used to the darkness of the night, the other party was tossing and turning uneasy on the bed, and the bed was creaking. When Albarino raised his elbows to look at Herstal, he saw that the other person's hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat, and the golden color appeared extremely dark in the dark, like incoherent cracks.

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