Chapter 80: Short-lived clan 1

"It's off work! It's holiday today, and the big guy will go home early!"

Manager Zheng carried the briefcase and walked out of the office. He glanced

at the subordinates who were still working hard, with a slight smile on his

face. After dropping such a sentence, he kept on his feet and disappeared in

an instant. In front of the employees.

The employees collectively persecuted for a few seconds, and then immediately

exploded!

"Don't he take the wrong medicine? Do n’t hesitate to show us early work ?!"

This is incredible.

"Wait, don't panic, just don't go, maybe Manager Zheng is waiting for us at

the door!" This is because he thought he saw the truth.

"Oh! Go away! Manager I love you!" This is heartless.

It's not surprising that everyone is fussed. If you change another leader

today, it is absolutely normal, but it is absolutely unusual to put it on the

manager of the company, who is critical and nicknamed "Devil". You know, what

a small festival is, even the Chinese New Year "Devil Zheng" can call you over

on the phone!

Regardless of the shock caused by his words to the people below, Zheng Xintian

probably didn't care if he knew it. As usual, he returned home and took a bath

and cooked food before dark. The only difference is that he still treats

himself At first glance, the single apartment's terrible apartment was cleaned

up.

After doing this, he glanced out the window, and the night finally came

quietly in his constant anticipation. With the powerful beating of his chest,

Zheng Xintian turned off the light, leaving only a table lamp on the sofa in

the room. Then he relaxed and closed his eyes slowly.

Ten minutes later, when half asleep and half awake, Zheng Xintian was awakened

by a light knock on the door.

He rubbed his eyes, got up from the sofa, stepped on the slippers to the door,

hesitantly holding the doorknob, and looked out of the door's eyes-he could

vaguely distinguish between a man and his face In the shadow of the brim, only

a slightly pointed, graceful jaw was exposed.

"Open the door." A low voice came from the man.

Zheng Xintian turned his head to look at the wall clock in the living room-

exactly ten o'clock, and returned: "Who are you?" He found his hands shaking.

"Open the door," the man repeated calmly.

Zheng Xintian took a deep breath and opened the door with a grit. He felt as

if he was thrown high by a whirlwind and fell into a pair of cold and powerful

arms. The iron door slammed behind him, he He had trouble breathing, panic and

excitement about the unknown made him shut his eyes, and he was horrified like

a dream until he was thrown on the cold floor and his face was heavily pressed

by the feet of a man wearing gray-green straight boots. "You ... what are you

doing!"

Looking at the man's unhappiness, Xu Zhi frowned on his eyebrows. In the

previous world, he thought he was going to finish it, but he was thrown here

unexpectedly and became a non-human being. To the terrible memory, the system

did not explain it in half a word.

Xu Zhixiang, if he is still the innocent guy of the first life, I am afraid

that he will be lost by these memories, forget who he is, and treat himself as

a true Zuo Yi.

It is also because of this complete memory, and the time it takes to pass

through is still short. Although he is calm externally, he has not cleaned up

his mind, and the emotional influence left by the original owner has not been

dissipated for a while, such as He now looked at the white face of the man

under his feet, and there was an urge to contaminate it with blood.

Xu Zhiju looked down at Zheng Xintian, rubbed his right foot firmly on his

face, and listened to the hissing sound of pain, suddenly feeling good.

He kicked Zheng Xintian fiercely and ordered: "Raise his head."

Zheng Xintian's head was tilted to one side, he covered his hot face, kneeled

on the ground, and raised his head tremblingly, seeing the whole picture of

the devil for the first time with the indoor lights.

The man was wearing a gray-black coat and stepping on bright military-style

lace-up leather boots. His nose could even smell the smell of leather mixed

with paint. He sat there with a pair of deep and narrow eyes looking down at

him, his face Handsome and cold, a pure black military cap clasped above his

head, mysterious and ** in the backlight, he almost forgot to breathe, and

it was difficult to remove his eyes for a while.

In the silence, Xu Zhi suddenly said, "Have you seen enough?"

Zheng Xintian quickly bowed his head, "I'm sorry."

"I didn't ask you to raise your head?" Xu Zhi was a little displeased and

raised his chin high with the tip of his shoe. "Now, take off your clothes

immediately."

Zheng Xintian squeezed his lips tightly and remained motionless for a long

time.

Xu Zhi narrowed his eyes, slowly leaned down, and looked at him carefully.

Zheng Xintian's eyes were uncomfortable at this moment. At this moment, he was

so quiet away from him. The man felt as if he was born with a sense of

oppression, making him have trouble breathing, numbness in his limbs, and even

the heartbeat that he was extremely afraid of his collapse was perceived by

him- This made him clearly feel his weakness and ... excitation.

"Not willing?" Xu Zhi asked again.

Zheng Xintian was still silent.

"You know, I never force people." Xu Zhi smiled, his tone suddenly became a

bit dangerous: "I only kill people."

"So, ask again, don't you want to?"

"Yes! I do!" Zheng Xintian finally couldn't bear it. He answered loudly, and

unfastened his clothes in the corner of the hand, while Xu Zhi sat back on the

sofa with his legs folded and looked at it leisurely.

Soon, a smooth and slender male carcass was exposed to the air. Zheng

Xintian's facial features were correct. Although he was a workaholic, he did

not forget to exercise. Although his muscles are not perfect than when he was

young, they are still smooth lines. In addition, Body hair is strong and male

is full of charm.

Xu Zhi glanced over and landed on his lower body. He couldn't help but make

two noises, smiling and laughing, but he didn't know when to hold a black

whip, then raised his hand, facing the bare body of Zheng Xintian.

The "snap", accompanied by Zheng Xintian's painful cry, was particularly loud

during the silent night.

Before Zheng Xintian breathed his breath, he felt that his five fingers were

severely trampled by the leather boots, and then he was beaten again.

Like a violent storm, the man above was still sitting firmly, showing no

emotions on his face, but showing no mercy on his hands, one whip after

another, even faster, his back, chest, legs , Shoulders ... gradually filled

with shocking bloodstains.

The fragrance of blood, a little more ... Xu Zhi narrowed his eyes and licked

his lips.

Zheng Xintian mourned, rolled, and begged for mercy under the feet of a man.

He has always been superior to him since he was a student. How had he ever had

such a moment? But vaguely, he developed a thrill of being controlled,

trampled, and humiliated. This feeling passed with time and minutes, in the

dark, deep in his heart, with a kind of The speed of terror grew quickly.

Therefore, he could not have a trace of resistance, nor was he willing to

resist.

Zheng Xintian couldn't help but get closer, trying to put his slightly raised

head on Xu Zhi's leather boots. The latter stroked slightly with the rhythm of

the leather whip. He immediately tightened his eyes, tears in his eyes, and

made a buzzing sound in his throat. Growling, a lot of sticky liquid erupted.

There was a strong musky fragrance in the air, and the whip stopped, Xu Zhi

looked at him with a little surprise, and smiled a little: "Can't wait? Yeah,

it's a waste of time."

With a slight smile, he lifted Zheng Xintian, who was paralyzed, into a hand,

and turned his head to the side, exposing two sharp fangs, and deeply pierced

his thin skin.

Perhaps the blood irritation was relatively large before. Xu Zhiyi

accidentally sucked his head. By the time he let go, Zheng Xintian was pale

and couldn't even raise the strength of a finger.

But I have to say that compared to being drawn by a whip, the taste of being

sucked is obviously more intoxicating to Zheng Xintian. This feeling is like

taking drugs, which makes him fascinated and unable to control himself.

Xu Zhi shook his mouth, threw Zheng Xintian at his will, and strode toward the

door.

"Wait, wait." Zheng Xintian hurriedly called for him.

Xu Zhi took a footstep, with his hands in the coat pockets and turned to look

at him.

Zheng Xintian laboriously pulled out the wallet from his clothes pocket on the

ground, took out a few banknotes from the inside, moved it to Xu Zhi's feet,

and raised the banknote: "Return, give you ... money."

Xu Zhi raised his eyebrows and was silent for a moment. When he saw someone

made him like this, he suddenly found it with a little conscience, but

remembered the rules repeatedly told by the female vampire in his memory, he

accepted the money and touched Zheng Xintian's hair. Right for comfort, the

door opened.

Out of the door, Xu Zhi thought about it and threw the sweaty banknotes into

the trash can on the side of the road.

He didn't work for the woman, he just came to find food occasionally.

Inside the house.

For a long time, Zheng Xincai reluctantly retracted his eyes, remembering that

the person marked on the shadowalker website that he had accidentally found

only served once in his life, and sighed, again regretting that he had not

even dared to ask the man's contact information.

"Giggle, have you missed him so quickly?"

Zheng Xintian was agitated, and following this abrupt voice, he saw that he

was sitting on the window sill of a girl in a long gray-blue dress. She had

bright features, beautiful blue eyes, and skin under the moon. It was almost

white, and the beautiful young girl was tilting her head at him at the moment,

sending out a series of weird laughter.

"You don't deserve to miss him," the girl came over, holding his neck, and the

slender five fingers tightened little by little. "My perfect brother, even the

brother who I dare not easily approach, whoever touches him, ** it . "

"So, die, dirty man."