Chapter 87: forget

Shi Shanyan's attack caused Yan Junxun to be injured. He listened to Yan

Junxun and made Yan Junxun cry. +++ The latest ranking of Tanmei novels:

www.sto123.cc Khan wet his hair that fell on his forehead, and his eyes were

stung by sweat.

Yan Junxun thinks that high tide is a physical compromise, not his. He raised

his head, shed tears, and even moaned, all were just primitive reactions. His

wrist stayed in the shackles of the restraint lock, just like he stayed in the

shackles of Shi Shanyan. He was afraid of thunder, and every time he could set

off a huge wave in his body, making him tremble first, and then making him

choke.

Shi Shanyan's movements were so rough, as if such an empty heart could be

filled. He treated himself and Junxun in the most unreasonable way, exposing

the original sin. While he was dying of pain in his heart, he was unwilling to

stop. Ling Chi's pain turned into the joy of knife scraping. He pulled over

Yan Junxun's arm and pressed his face to it, as if he could feel Yan Junxun's

pulse in this way, and there was a scary black in his eyes.

Shi Shanyan's chest gradually disappeared, and it was full of bitterness.

These bitterness caused Shi Shanyan to frown, and gradually made Shi Shanyan

feel embarrassed. He raised his hand to touch the tie, but he still didn't

pull it. His sweat was on his cheeks, and he didn't want to wipe it.

"I will love you, I love you so much. Can your world be called Shishanyan?"

He obviously has self-control, but it doesn't work with Jun Yan.

"Looking at my orgasm, Jun Xun."

Junxun, Junxun, Yan Junxun.

Shi Shan Yan escaped from his throat and sighed in distress. That was a bad

evaluation of himself. He really wanted to kiss Yan Junxun so that Yan Junxun

could understand his love, but no one taught him how to do it. His easy-to-use

things were crushed in front of "True Heart". He can't pretend, he is such a

bad kind.

Yan Junxun didn't know why he knew Shi Shanyan. At the last moment, he

resisted pulling on the restraint lock, and brushed his tear mole over his

tears, making it shine in the dim lighting of the TV. The quilt room was full

of tides, and Yan Junxun felt that it was raining into the room. His voice was

interrupted by gasping and could not be continued.

He is also in full tide.

The rain hasn't stopped, it seems it won't stop.

Shi Shanyan sat on an abandoned bicycle outside the door, pinched the smoke

between his fingers, and held it in front of him for comparison with the

chimney of the coke factory in the distance.

Both the smoke and the chimney are smoking.

Shishanyan's crumpled tie hung on his body, looking a little shabby.

"Thinking is a romantic act," Yan cut back to Shishanyan's transmitter,

"especially on rainy nights."

"Thinking..." Shi Shanyan snapped the cigarette mockingly and threw it into

the rain. "Leave it to you."

He is just an out of control animal.

"You may need to chat with people," Yan observed Toshiyama Nobubu. "I'll be

honest, your heart is broken. Can I describe it like this? That's what you

mean. You experienced this'time-limited hunt'. After countless failures, maybe

we can talk about why you still come in? Human beings have the instinct to

seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Leaving Mr. Yan can relieve you."

"Failure doesn't matter, the terrible thing is death, Junxun's death." Shi

Shanyan was not used to this, his raised fingers slightly blocked his mouth

and nose, "I am very comfortable staying in the'limited time hunting' because

I can't remember Get up and stay in reality is a nightmare."

Reality suffocated Shi Shanyan. He lay down and closed his eyes and it was a

bullet. The bullet flew in front of his eyes and hit Yan Junxun's eyebrows. He

watched Yan Junxun fall down, blood splashed on his face, and he couldn't

breathe normally.

"You can run away."

Shi Shanyan turned his head and looked at the conductor. There is no emotion

in his eyes: "My world is called Yan Junxun." He raised his finger and pressed

it against his temple, simulating the sound of gunshots, " \-to kill him is to

kill me, I have died here countless Second. Who the ** will run away? I love

him, I, Ai, Yan, Jun, Xun. He has beautiful butterfly bones. Everyone wants

him, but no one wants him more than me. If it can work, I would rather I

killed him myself." He laughed casually, his eyes flushed, "Eight seconds is

fine, eight seconds, countless eight seconds, enough for me to make up a

perfect life."

Destroy your mother's world! Shi Shanyan didn't even have eight seconds!

He only has a blank answer sheet, and the answers above are still changing.

His lover is in the hands of the pseudo-god system, and his body is hidden in

a corner of this garbage world, and maybe disappear in the next second. But he

is not a dragon slaying hero, he is a dragon abandoned in the wilderness.

"Hello, I love you, goodbye." Shi Shanyan stretched his voice, "Ah...Hello,

hello, I seem to say hello to him every day," he put down his hand and said to

Yu, "Go Hello fucking, I don't want to say any more."

The system put Tokayama's love in a glass bottle and shook it jokingly, making

him almost vomiting. He had killed people and knew what death was, but that

didn't mean he could deal with Yan Junxun's death calmly. He doesn't heal when

he wakes up, maybe he is called trash or scum, but he will always stand in

samsara and witness the shooting again and again.

He couldn't let Yan Jun find someone to stay here.

Shi Shanyan went to the mooring area for the first time, and Yan Jun looked at

the snow on the frozen lake. They sat on the bench side by side and kissed.

Yan Junxun stroked his cheek and shared a scarf with him. It was the first

time, and there has been no snow in the mooring area since. Shi Shanyan had

forgotten everything when he repeatedly entered the hunt, but he had not

forgotten the snow.

"Couples can kiss, hug, make love, and watch the snow." Shi Shanyan licked his

dry lips, "I approached his bathroom and knew where he hid everything. ."

He also told Yan Junxun a story, Xiao Tiancai always had a problem sleeping.

The comic books in Yan Junxun's room did not originally exist. They came from

01ae86's sharing. After the death restart, Yan Junxun turned them into

untouchable things in the room, implying that 01ae86 had been there. But he

doesn't remember anything, he only remembers the content of the story.

"This is too cruel," Yan sighed after silence, "this is too..."

It could not find an adjective for a while.

"Countless times it will make me'collapse'," Yan lit the light screen of the

transmitter, "Your paranoia makes the system scared."

Who is not afraid?

His abnormal possessiveness, comparable to the dark night, completely

enveloped Yan Junxun.

The rain wet Shi Shanyan's right arm, and he stopped talking.

Yan Junxun woke up in the soreness of his arm. He turned his body sideways, in

the dark, he saw the silhouette of Shi Shanyan lying beside him.

The curtains cover the windows so badly, there is no light in the room, and

even the TV is turned off this time.

"Good morning," Shi Shanyan's head was very close to Yan Junxun. He closed his

eyes and repeated softly like practice, "Good morning Junxun."

Yan Junxun felt sad suddenly, this feeling had no reason, almost defeated his

silence.

Shi Shanyan opened his eyes and touched Yan Junxun's cheek. His eyes were so

fierce, but at this moment they showed fragility.

"Don't forgive me," Shi Shanyan's voice was calm, "don't forget me."