Every day the puppet is playing dead

"What did you call me?"

Yuan Wuxin sat up and asked.

Chongyu opened his mouth, but in the end, he still chose to play dead.

Playing dead is shameful, but it works.

"Don't say? Or are you stupid?"

Yuan Wuxin continued to ask.

However, before Chong Yu could say anything this time, his neck suddenly tightened, and he was dragged onto the bed by Yuan Wuxin by his collar.

After spinning around for a while, Chong Yu was almost nose-to-nose with Yuan Wuxin who was lying on top of him.

The tip of the black dagger was pressed against Chongyu's throat. Chongyu didn't feel nervous at all. All his perceptions now seemed to be covered with a layer of foggy plastic. Rationally, he knew that he should be afraid, but emotionally Nothing at all.

Glancing at the dagger poking at her skin, Chongyu raised her eyes and saw Yuan Wuxin staring at him with...complicated and dangerous eyes.

I always feel that Yuan Wuxin seems to have seen through something.

Chong Yu's scalp was numb from being stared at.

"The reincarnation of the artifact...but no one knows what kind of artifact you are. Interesting, really interesting."

Yuan Wuxin smiled, and patted Chongyu's face with his other hand, saying,

"Before, your body parts were robbed by everyone to make various things...Now, there are rumors that you are the real artifact...Eleventh, you are really my treasure."

Chong Yu: "..."

He can still understand the previous ending, but what is the latter?

He is not a dragon ball, and he can summon the dragon if he finds seven.

"You disturbed the peace of the Three Realms during your lifetime, but you still have such power even after you're dead. It's you, hypocrite."

Yuan Wuxin's blood-red pupils were dull, and the dagger cut down a little.

The tingling pain on his neck made Chong Yu frowned, he pursed his lips, but his gaze still couldn't stop focusing on Yuan Wuxin's face.

During the time when Yuan Wuxin was speaking, a terrifying vision appeared on Yuan Wuxin's face——

From time to time, golden and red lines appeared on his face, and those lines flashed and moved under the skin, like living things.

This kind of scene looks gorgeous and ghostly. Every time the golden and red lines appear, Chongyu always has an illusion:

Those lines are the cracks where Yuan Wuxin's skin was stretched open. In the next second, Yuan Wuxin's body will explode from the inside to the outside, splashing out flesh and blood like magma.

The atmosphere at this time is tense and ambiguous, if one is not careful, Yuan Wuxin will cut it off with a single knife, and then Chongyu can be separated directly, but even so, Chongyu can't help but get distracted——

He couldn't help stretching out a finger, and touched the golden-red lines on Yuan Wuxin's face.

The golden-red texture is really hot to the touch.

After the golden lines were touched by Chongyu's fingertips, they immediately stopped spreading outwards.

At the end of the pattern, the red factor dissipated and spread outward, but after a while, the dissipated red factor gathered again and turned into a red pattern again.

The puppet is a dead thing, so his fingertips are naturally cold. Yuan Wuxin didn't expect the puppet to be so bold and dare to touch his face directly. A little calm for a second or two.

This discovery surprised Yuan Wuxin.

But Yuan Wuxin was even more shocked by the next operation of the puppet——

Seeing that Yuan Wuxin didn't say anything to stop him, the puppet raised his head, obviously looking at Yuan Wuxin, and then with his fingertips, he traced it gently on Yuan Wuxin's face with a strange trajectory.

In the eyes of outsiders, this scene may be flirting, because others cannot see the trajectory of the dark fire;

But Yuan Wuxin discovered that the trajectory of the puppet's fingertips was clearly the direction in which it swam when the underworld fire erupted.

And the coolness on the puppet's fingertips, like the little fireflies in the night sky, cut through the darkness of the sky.

This is the first time the puppet has done this.

In the previous time, Yuan Wuxin also fell ill in front of the puppet, but the puppet at that time did nothing without orders;

Yuan Wuxin never expected the puppet to do anything, but now he finally discovered the role of the puppet.

After pondering for a while, Yuan Wuxin put down the dagger in his hand, looked at the puppet under him, thoughtfully:

"I didn't realize that you still have this ability."

Chong Yu blinked, seeing that Yuan Wuxin's attitude had softened, so he took Yuan Wuxin's evaluation as a compliment.

Moreover, he knew that Yuan Wuxin put down his killing intent on him for the time being.

However, Chongyu forgot that Yuan Wuxin was a psychopath.

Before Yuan Wuxin did things, he never looked at other people's eyes. Now that he has become a Demon Lord, Yuan Wuxin does things more freely.

"You might be able to use it that way."

Yuan Wuxin looked into the depths of Chongyu's blood-red eyes, and a fierce spark burst out at this moment, and then, under Chongyu's unclear eyes, Yuan Wuxin directly grabbed Chongyu's collar——

"Whoa-"

There was the sound of cloth being torn, and Chong Yu found out in a daze that Yuan Wuxin had torn her clothes off again.

Fortunately, Yuan Wuxin didn't do it to the end, he just tore off his coat, otherwise Chongyu would really think that Yuan Wuxin wanted to do something to him.

Next, Yuan Wuxin began to untie her clothes in front of Chong Yu.

Amidst the rustling sounds of undressing, the corners of Chong Yu's mouth began to twitch.

From the perspective of game settings, Yuan Wuxin is a mixed race.

It is said that Yuan Wuxin mixed with the blood of the three races of gods, humans and demons, so Yuan Wuxin was not accepted by any party since he was a child, which destined his growth path to be full of ups and downs

Climbing from the bottom to the position of Demon Lord, Yuan Wuxin didn't have much requirements for things outside of her body, she could even be called "thrifty".

Yuan Wuxin's current attire has been simplified a lot compared to the previous Mozun's attire, but even so, it will take time to remove all the decorations and runestones on his body.

During the period when Yuan Wuxin took off his clothes, Chongyu thought a lot, but he didn't know if it was due to the inertia of the puppet's body. Picked it off.

He didn't resist at all.

In the end, Yuan Wuxin only wore thin obscene clothes, hugged Chongyu, and lay down on her side.

Yuan Wuxin is now restless with the dark fire in his body, his body is scorching hot, and the temperature is far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Not long after being next to Yuan Wuxin, Chong Yu was surprised to find that his icy body started to warm up slowly because of the heat continuously transmitted from Yuan Wuxin's body as a source of heat.

After the body warmed up, the functions of the body seemed to come back, and the previously sluggish senses gradually woke up.

Chong Yu dared not move.

He could feel the two of them touching each other through a thin layer of unlined clothing, the other's soft skin and firm muscles;

He could feel the wound on his neck being healed by the dagger, and he could feel itching;

He could feel his joints shaking slightly, making a slight "creaking" sound.

He seemed to... come alive.

After the revival of the body's sense organs, Chongyu's shame also changed back.

He used to have a male roommate, and he had a good relationship with that roommate, even playing games together, but even with such a good relationship, he never slept with the roommate.

The only time was when the roommate got drunk and found the wrong bed, and Chong Yu mercilessly kicked him out of the bed as soon as he lay on it.

Chongyu doesn't like being so close to people and sharing such a private space.

Even if a knife is stabbed on the neck now...then, there will be a transition period for the head office, right?

Although both of them were wearing obscene clothes and did not have direct skin-to-skin contact, they could feel each other's body temperature directly in such close contact, which was no different from being naked/naked.

Chong Yu looked at the ceiling, keeping his eyes straight, trying to ignore Yuan Wuxin who was beside him.

But Yuan Wuxin didn't think so.

His scorching breath sprayed on Chongyu's shoulder like this, and in order to better hug Chongyu, one of his hands wrapped around Chongyu's waist.

When Yuan Wuxin put his hand on Chongyu's waist, at that moment, Chongyu's muscles tensed, his outer hand twitched involuntarily, and he almost raised his hand to attack...

At the moment when Chongyu was about to raise his hand, Yuan Wuxin put his head on Chongyu's neck and snorted softly:

"Ok?"

In an instant, Chongyu became honest.

After that, Chongyu lay flat on the bed and didn't dare to move, so Yuan Wuxin didn't move either.

The breathing of the two is almost intertwined, Chong Yu can even hear Yuan Wuxin's heartbeat, the vigorous and powerful heartbeat is beating, the pulse is almost transmitted to the skin of the two of them.

After a long time, Chongyu even mistakenly thought that the half-dead heart in his chest suddenly came back to life at this second, and began to beat up and down.

Hearing Yuan Wuxin's breathing gradually became even and gentle, Chongyu blinked, feeling more and more dazed.

Yuan Wuxin... unexpectedly fell asleep holding him like this.

A person who was very suspicious, and even had a blood feud with him, unexpectedly hugged his deadly enemy and fell asleep defenselessly.

Chongyu lowered his head slowly, glanced at Yuan Wuxin, with complicated emotions.

Now, his whole body is enveloped by Yuan Wuxin's breath, and even the breathing rhythm of his body is unconsciously adjusted to Yuan Wuxin's breathing rhythm.

In his complete unconsciousness, his puppet body has been completely tuned/taught into the original Wuxin.

His body was so familiar with Yuan Wuxin's aura that he didn't even have the slightest thought of resisting.