This Damned Thirst for Survival

The black-haired and youthful footsteps seemed to be dancing around the sofa.

In the dark night, only the moonlight penetrated, shed a few ray of silver light.

Jiang Luo smiled to Yan Yan. He leaned down beside the evil spirit's head, and the fragrance in his hair was stained with a poisonous charm.

"Oh?" The evil spirit was very calm, his leather shoes flickered, meaning unclearly, "how do you say?"

In fact, Jiang Luo was right.

Everyone has weaknesses, and Chi You is no exception.

It took him three days to survive the ghost runes backlash, and after each ghost run backlash, Chi You had a period of weakness.

During this period of weakness, Chi You would hide in a quiet place, slowly waiting for his recovery.

During this period of time, Chi You will not be exposed to anyone. He hides his weaknesses so perfectly that no one can detect it.

—He should have done the same this time.

But the fact is that after the backlash was over, when Chi You again used his eyeliner to supervise all the people who deserved his supervision, he saw the black-haired youth in his room.

Jiang Luozai deliberately led him out.

Chi You knew this well, but to his own surprise, he came eagerly even knowing that Jiang Luo intended to do it.

Before it was fully recovered.

This makes the evil spirits too dare to believe it.

Jiang Luo stretched out his fingers, gently twisted a dead leaf that fell on Chi You's chest, almost laughed, "Look, what is this, you have a dead leaf on your body?"

You know that Chi You is a pervert, but in the deep mountains and forests, the leather shoes are not stained with dust.

Jiang Luo curiously said again: "Chi You, there are times when you actually become weak."

"I was discovered."

The evil spirit sighed, not without regret.

"What a surprise..." Jiang Luo straightened up, he shook his hands, the bones of both hands creaked, "Then, it's my time."

The TV was turned on and the music channel was ordered.

At this time, it happened to be a song with a fast drumbeat and a fierce bass.

In the increasingly rapid music, the evil spirits were tortured time and time again by the black-haired youth with the same methods of death. The vase was smashed, and the sharp fragments fell on the evil spirit. The evil spirit was pinched by the neckline and pressed against the wall. The blood flowing from his mouth made the neckline mottled and messy, and the black-haired youth tightened and entangled the evil spirit. The rope on the neck hummed and said, "How do you feel?"

The evil spirit raised his head and his hair was messy. He experienced the real pain time after time. The inside of his body that had been poured into Fushui rolled over with pain, the blue veins on his neck were revealed, and the evil spirit said in a low and hoarse voice: "Not bad."

"It hurts," he sighed and sighed, "you are so cruel."

Jiang Luo smiled softly. He lowered his head and gently soothed: "Don't be afraid, there will be something more painful waiting for you next."

Vengeful humans retaliate again and again for the way they die in their dreams on the evil spirits.

Starting with the least pain, the degree of death increased again and again.

The evil spirit was smashed to the floor.

His hands and feet were tightly bound, and his pale and sick complexion had turned reddish after many methods. The evil spirit has always been scrupulous and messy in his suit, and he is very embarrassed, but on his handsome face, his smile is getting more and more crazy and exaggerated.

The beads of sweat on Jiang Luo's face slipped from his jaw, dripping onto the lips of the evil spirit.

The evil spirit rolled the sweat into his lips, and said in a low voice with a smile: "The smell of hatred."

In the next moment, the black-haired young man wrapped the snake's arms and hit his abdomen again.

The snake hit **** the evil spirit, and the evil spirit raised its head, lying on the floor with a slender figure, more like a cowboy maliciously played with by a guest.

After thinking about this, Jiang Luo finally showed a cheerful smile: "Chi You, have you ever thought that you still have this day?"

The music changed to the next one.

The heart-like prelude sounded in harmony with the music, "plop, plop," and the evil spirit was dragged to the bathroom by Jiang Luo.

The evil spirit was very embarrassed, but his expression was very leisurely. He looked at the already shining sky outside the window and realized that the night had passed like this.

His hands bound by the rope wrapped around the talisman moved slightly, and the talisman burned a moment.

Jiang Luo Yuguang caught a glimpse, and he sneered, pretending not to see it.

There was a gurgling sound in the bathroom.

The cold water in the bathtub overflowed, and the tile floor was covered with a thin layer of water, "tick, tick", the sound of the dripping water was like falling rain outside the window.

Jiang Luo put the evil spirit in the bathtub, and most of the water surface that was already full instantly poured out, and instantly wetted Jiang Luo's clothes.

Jiang Luo looked at himself, patted the evil spirit's face lightly, dissatisfied, "Teacher Chi, you wet all of my clothes again."

Chi You said slowly: "My pleasure."

Jiang Luo lifted Chi You's chin, pinched his nails into the flesh, and said in a condescending manner, "It seems that the lessons just now have not made you behave."

He shrugged and stood up, his wet clothes stuck to his body, showing a perfectly proportioned figure half-concealed.

The aftermath of the evil spirit swept over him.

The black-haired young man frowned in disgust, looked at Chi You nonchalantly, "Stay here."

He turned and went out, intending to change his clothes.

When Jiang Luo came to Chi You's dormitory, he brought only one piece of clothing. At this moment, he can only find clean clothes from Chi You's closet. He threw the new clothes on the bed and took off the dirty clothes on his body.

The blood stains on the dirty clothes were eye-catching, Jiang Luo raised the corner of his mouth, whistling to the sound of music.

Tonight is great.

Very cool, tonight is the coolest night after he traveled.

But not enough.

The body of the evil spirit was not damaged, even though his mental pain was not enough.

After eighteen deaths, a few of the most painful ones did not retaliate.

Because Jiang Luo was tired of playing, he wanted to find other ways to make the evil spirits more memorable.

Jiang Luo put on Chi You's shirt, humming and buttoning his buttons. Before putting on his pants, there was a sudden violent sound of water in the bathroom.

Jiang Luo turned his head and ran over barefoot to check.

He opened the bathroom door, but the evil spirit he had put in the bathtub just now disappeared, leaving only the talisman floating on the water and the rope sinking under the water.

Jiang Luo raised his eyebrows, he turned and rushed out, but as soon as he turned around, the back of his neck was pinched by a hand.

"Where to go?"

Jiang Luo was pinched by his neck and turned around. The evil spirit bent down, and the dripping water from his suit smashed heavily on Jiang Luo's dry clothes.

"You changed my clothes," the evil spirit and Jiang Luo snorted, "I used my stuff."

Chi You sniffed lightly and smiled, "I can still smell it now..."

The black-haired young man whose neck was pinched to control the back of his neck seemed to be locked, his eyes were full of fire, and no matter how cold the ice was, he could evaporate without a trace in his eyes.

The evil spirit moved closer inexplicably, his voice was a little deep, his voice was slightly muted, and he said ambiguously: "Have you fun tonight?"

"Extremely happy," Jiang Luo pulled his lips and smirked, "If you can experience the feeling of suffocation again, it would be even more wonderful."

The evil spirit smiled tolerantly and dozingly: "It doesn't matter, I can experience it with you once."

After speaking, he fell into the bathtub according to Jiang Luo.

The water splashed violently.

Jiang Luo's head was pressed firmly to the bottom of the water, and the evil spirit pressed against him, unable to shake like a boulder. Jiang Luo didn't prepare to fall into the water at all. He was caught off guard. Oxygen was quickly lacking from his lungs, and bubbles came out of the water. This feeling was like the feeling he had once drowned in a dream.

Chi Yu's bathtub, why the **** is so deep!

This is not in a dream. If you die, you are really dead. Jiang Luo struggled fiercely without admitting defeat. When he was about to suffocate, the hand on the back of his neck suddenly supported Jiang Luo to get up, the water splashed, and another lip was suddenly attached to Jiang Luo's lips.

Jiang Luo was desperately absorbing oxygen, but the lips that conveyed oxygen to him were extremely teasing and slow. When Jiang Luo eagerly asked for it, he deliberately painted Jiang Luo's lips with his tongue unhurriedly. When Jiang Luo recovered his sanity, he was pushed into the water again.

...You fucking!

Jiang Luo suddenly gave birth to monstrous anger.

He lifted his foot and kicked it fiercely, pressing the evil spirit into the water. The surface of the water was tumbling, and the black-haired young man burst out of the water.

He stood up from the water blankly and sat down by the bathtub. When the evil spirit sat up from the water, a golden whip was oncoming him.

Chi You held the whip in time.

He was sitting in the bathtub facing Jiang Luo, with his legs bent on both sides, his perfect appearance was broken, and the water slipped from his side, adding a touch of sexiness. Chi You's face was much better than the sickly pale appearance before, and even the corners of the raised lips were stained with a healthy complexion.

Chi You rubbed his whip, his fingers burned with engraved magic spells into a searing mist. He looked at Jiang Luo, his eyes flashed, and suddenly he said something inexplicable, "It's about to dawn."

The black-haired youth was drenched all over.

The edge of the shirt stuck to his thigh, Jiang Luo tugged at the whip. He didn't care about his image at this time. After all, he and Chi You are so embarrassed, who is qualified to laugh at anyone?

The whip didn't come out, Jiang Luo tugged again, Chi You took the initiative to release his hand, and the whip fell on the water.

The smile in Jiang Luo's eyes flashed, and he took the opportunity to throw the whip out again, this time successfully leaving a scorched whip mark on the devil's neck.

After a successful blow, Jiang Luo immediately left the bathroom and stood in the living room mockingly, "What's the point of being unable to fight so much?"

Chi You said to himself: "You are right..."

The evil spirit stood up and walked out of the bathtub. The moment his feet stepped on the ground, the water stains on his body instantly evaporated.

The weakness after ghost pattern backlash gradually faded from him.

The inside of Chi You's body felt like a fire, and like an ice cave. He closed his eyes, straightened his clothes, and walked out unharmed. Avoiding the oncoming Fuluo, he raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Luo.

One is well-dressed, but the other is messy.

Jiang Luo couldn't help but frowned, and didn't like this contrast. But he suddenly remembered something, his face changed suddenly, and he touched his lips ugly.

Chi You disgusted him again.

hehe.

Jiang Luo thought with a sneer.

Would rather disgust yourself, Chi You also use this method to retaliate against him?

how.

Who can be more disgusting than who?

Or is he just playing tricks on Jiang Luo, playing with Jiang Luo?

Jiang Luo calmly took a step back, but suddenly stepped on the TV remote control.

The TV with music suddenly changed its channel.

In the TV series, the protagonist and heroine are lying on the bed violently and kissing, their voices are loud and their breaths are heavy.

The air in the murderous room was slightly stagnant.