The Fallen Merman - Chapter 259

Bai Chunian was lost in thought while holding the phone.

For him, the white lionization state of the ontology is like human sleep, a state of deep sleep and rest, so the behavior during the white lionization period is like sleeping and dreaming, and the self in the dream has its own set of behavior rules and is not completely subject to subjective control. , and the memory will not disappear completely, but will retain a part of it. Although you can’t remember everything after you wake up, you can recall every bit of it if you remember it carefully.

Bai Chunian recalled what had just happened energetically, and sent away the students who were on vacation. He was a little reluctant. He caught the author of “The Instructor Kissed Me 99 Times” who had been on the run for many semesters and was not arrested. Yes, I grabbed it out of curiosity. No elephant stalker’s tail, this is not out of the ordinary, and casually licking Xiao Tun’s face… Crap.

…But as long as you run faster the next time you see Brother Han, you shouldn’t be kicked, it’s not a big problem.

Lying down and turning your belly to let your wife brush her hair, and being touched by her snowball **** are all basic operations, and it is not ashamed to be an old husband and wife.

When Uncle Jin came to visit, he acted coquettishly and let them hug him. Uncle Jin turned his face, bit him, kicked and kicked his legs when he was brushing his hair. He played with the president’s rabbit ears for a long time, and even took pictures… God …Bai Chunian bit his lip and buried his face in his arms.

Or being slapped in line by the students, being secretly slapped by the instructors, being hugged and sucked hard by Lorenz’s big man with flowery arms, climbed onto instructor K’s computer and lay down, raised one leg to seduce him to stop work and slap himself …The more Bai Chunian recalled, the higher his blood pressure was, and now there are only two options left, to destroy himself and then roll to the ground and shatter, or move to outside the solar system and take his wife with him.

Bai Chunian looked at Lan Bo who was sleeping soundly on his stomach, and suddenly remembered the scene of their last farewell.

At that time, Rimbaud was seriously injured by the backlash, lying weakly in his arms, stroking his face, and said to give him everything, the beloved ocean, and the tens of billions of people to him, and let him serve as a messenger for him. The oracle, who governs seven out of ten blue planets.

Rimbaud said “I love you” too often, making him think that Rimbaud was just used to expressing love, so he ignored the fiery love hidden in every sentence.

He wanted to wait for Rimbaud to wake up, but his hand had already taken the omega into his arms, and he lowered his head and covered his upper lip to kiss him deeply.

Rimbaud was forcibly awakened by the suffocation of the deep kiss, half-opened his eyes sleepily, his pupils shrunk in surprise, staring at the person who was holding him tightly in his arms.

The alpha in front of him still looks like a familiar teenager, it seems to be more clear, and his eyes are his favorite sapphire blue.

Alpha kissed him with his eyes closed, sucked his lips and the tip of his tongue, the brandy pheromone fragrance overflowed, and the intoxicating smell wrapped around Rimbaud, as if to soak his bones, but his hands were holding Rimbaud’s body honestly. Waist, like a young boy who has tasted love for the first time, dare not cross the line and offend.

Rimbaud allowed his articulation to invade for a long time, raised his hand and gently pushed Alpha’s chin away, the intertwined lips and tongues were reluctant to part, and a thin silver thread was pulled out.

“Can only kiss?” Lan Bo raised his eyebrows and asked him, his fingertips hooked up along the fossa of Bai Chunian’s neck, sliding over his Adam’s apple, and Alpha’s unbearable tremor was transmitted to Lan Bo through his fingertips.

Bai Chunian’s eyes drooped slightly, staring at Lan Bo: “My palms are sweaty, I’m afraid I’ll touch you dirty.”

Rimbaud immediately pressed on him, pressing him to lie on the bed, licking his cheeks and stroking his chest and abdominal muscles, licking the tip of his index finger, smearing it on the chest tip on the alpha side, and raising his long and narrow eyes: ” Can you bear it?”

Rimbaud was naked, and the flame lion pattern on his back was red and dripping, but it looked so arrogant and matching when it was printed on the flawless saint.

“No…” Bai Chunian raised his head, his neck exposed to Lan Bo’s lips defenselessly, “But I don’t have a collar anymore.”

“You don’t need that, you are already a free body, higher than the growth level of all experimental bodies, the sea gives you the opportunity to be reborn, as my messenger, share the boundless life with me.”

Rimbaud paid attention to Alpha’s expression. Although he had broken through the deterioration period limit and would not lose control again, the shadow left by his childhood was not so easy to be erased, and he still needed time. But what Rimbaud lacks most is time.

He snapped his fingers, and the Dead Sea Heart Rock in Bai Chunian’s mouth was summoned and cast outwards. A black ring was cast on Bai Chunian’s neck, and a pitch-black spar bell hung in front of the collar, shaking it. Jingle lightly.

The chain extending behind the collar was held in Rimbaud’s hands.

This is a strange spiritual sustenance. The moment the collar was buckled on his neck, Bai Chunian felt that he would not be discarded again, and he had the courage to do whatever he wanted.

He turned over suddenly, and gnawed Rimbaud’s body like an awakened beast.

Rimbaud likes to control his progress. He likes to pull his collar backwards when he is on the verge of a high point, causing him to temporarily lose his breath. His eyes are full of grievances because of the unsatisfied cravings, and his watery eyes ask Rimbaud to allow him to continue.

It seems that this is not a feast of beasts, but a pious sacrifice.

“You already belong to me completely.” Rimbaud said in his ear, “For thousands of years in the future, you will be my messenger.”

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In addition to He So-called, Instructor Dai Ning was the first to find out that Bai Chunian was back, because he lived in the next door and listened to the corner all night.

Early in the morning, the sun shines on Bai Chunian’s eyes through the slits in the curtains. He opened one eye, controlled the Dead Sea Heart Rock to turn into a hook, closed the curtains, and continued to bury his head in front of his wife’s chest to sleep back to sleep. The wife’s body was soft. It’s fragrant, and I don’t want to let go of it when I hold it.

The fragmented memory made him awake again. He suddenly sat up, tiptoed out of bed, and went to the balcony to look at the beach. The beach was quiet and clear as usual.

He took Rimbaud’s mobile phone to the meeting network again to read the news. The news that the sea area was unsealed and the solid block was almost cleared made him nervous and heaved a sigh of relief.

A hand suddenly rested on his shoulders, Rimbaud leaned over to him: “What are you looking at?”

Bai Chunian sat cross-legged in the rocking chair, raised his head and asked, “Wife, during my absence, have you really turned against humans?”

Rimbaud slowly walked to the railing, sat up with his hands, and looked at the beach not far away: “Yes.”

“Did you fight?”

“No.” Rimbaud attracted a stream of water, and the hydrated steel was cast into a pistol in the palm of his hand. Rimbaud skillfully loaded bullets into it, and said lightly, “I know very well how lethal the human weapons are, and they can resist head-on. If you do, the sea tribe will be killed and injured countless times, which is a disaster for my people. In fact, there is no tribe on this planet that can fight against humans, and the only people who can make that race die out are themselves.”

“The sea is the most forgiving. When you offend her, she will give you a time to save, and will not immediately retaliate against you.” Rimbaud shattered the transparent gun in his hand, and the water flowed down his fingertips to his feet.” But the sea is also the hardest to coax, when she is really angry, it’s too late to do anything.”

“But your children make me think that at least that group can be saved.” Rimbaud smiled when he talked about the students of Aphid Island, “Savior, this word is the most suitable for them.”

“Want to go back to the Caribbean with me for a while?” Rimbaud looked back at him, “Actually, I have quite a few friends, and I want to introduce you to them.”

“Okay.” Bai Chunian stood up, and immediately started to pack and pack, “By the way, I want to visit the city before I leave.”

Rimbaud raised his chin slightly: “Go.”

After saying goodbye to the instructors on Aphid Island, Bai Chunian turned into a giant beast, a white lion, and carried Lanbo away on the water.

At noon, the sea surface was also warmed up, Rimbaud caused the hydration of the steel stairs, and the white lion ran to the high altitude, the stairs suddenly shattered, and the splashing water cast a pair of wings on the shoulder blades of the white lion, and the white lion gliding with its strength, Fall back to the surface.

The high-altitude water flow shattered and fell back to the sea, like a rain of sun in a clear sky, and a light rainbow stretched out in the sky.

Rimbaud sat on the back of the white lion and pointed to the tallest clock tower in Aphid City: “Let’s go there, and we can see the whole city.”

The white lion shuttled and jumped between the high-rise buildings, and stood on the highest clock tower in the city. The body mimic disappeared and the human form appeared.

It happened that the clock pointed to twelve noon, the big bell rang, and the distant bell slowly drifted over the city. Pedestrians on the road habitually looked up at the clock tower—

Bai Chunian sat down on the top of the clock with one leg down, a dead sea heartstone long-handled sickle slung in his arms, and his white hair fluttered in the wind. Rimbaud sat on his shoulder, holding the alpha collar in his hand. The chain that came out, spread out the palm of his hand, holding a dragonfly that hit him halfway, and breathed a breath to give it health.

“Wife, discuss something.”

“Um?”

“You delete the circle of friends… even if you don’t delete it, at least block Lao He…”

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In another corner of the world, the isolated Snow White Castle is silent in the starry night, the snowstorm is whizzing past the city, the city is quiet and warm, and every window is lit with warm lights.

Eris was dozing off under the clock dial. The clock struck midnight, and he woke up suddenly, yawning and rubbing his eyes. From his position, he could just see the table and lamp of the puppet master’s workshop through the window. The puppeteer was concentrating on cutting out the clothes at the table. In fact, he was thinking hard about finding new materials for the eyes of the doll.

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The location of the International Prison is at the midpoint of the connection between Aphid City and Snow White Castle. The lonely island is sunset at dusk. The black panther is squatting at the highest point of the prison to watch, and the pure black panther tail swings slowly.

Today’s weather is peculiar, the sun has not yet set, the crescent moon has risen, where the black panther stands, the sun and the moon are equally divided, the left hand is still bright, and the right hand is already dark. He seems to be standing in the center of the scale, paying attention to the balance of light and darkness.