Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 388

Chapter 388

The blood dripped on the cold metal snake's eyes, and was sucked in silently.

When Wen Jianyan opened his eyes, the whole room was shrouded in a layer of gray shadow. He understood that he had once again entered the inside of Ouroboros.

However, unlike last time, just as he got up from the bed, he felt a chill run up his spine, as if he had a strong feeling of being watched.

Wen Jianyan subconsciously turned her head to look.

In the darkness, there is a pair of beast-like golden eyes.

In the next second, freezing temperatures roared in.

Wen Jianyan reacted quickly, he leaned back, his upper body hit the bed, and his whole body bounced upward under the momentum.

In the next second, he felt his wrists being clasped by a pair of wide palms.

Although Wen Jianyan had already made preparations, under the unexpected impact, he still couldn't help but suffocate and his whole body tensed up.

However, he is really experienced in dealing with this kind of thing.

"Stop."

The youth's voice echoed in the room.

Jingle.

There was the sound of chains being tightened in the darkness.

At the same time, the palm on the wrist was torn away by an invisible force. Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of a heavy object hitting the bed, and a low-pitched grunt came from nearby, like a muffled grunt, or a dissatisfaction in the throat of a beast. the sound of.

Wen Jianyan let out a long breath, stretched his aching wrist from being caught just now, then straightened up and looked aside.

Wu Zhu was trapped on the bed, the silver chains were wrapped around his arms, the ends stretched to the distance, and disappeared into the darkness.

He looked over for a moment, his golden eyes flashing a metallic luster in the darkness.

Wen Jianyan's eyes were very familiar.

Look at the prey, eager eyes.

well…

Wen Jianyan scratched her hair a little annoyed.

It seems that my luck is not very good this time...

When he came in, it happened that Wu Zhu was not so clear-headed.

But this time he has plenty of time and can afford to wait.

Wen Jianyan was clearly prepared for this scene.

He jumped out of bed nimbly, dug out something from his pocket, and stepped forward.

Wu Zhu's gaze was always on him, and he followed him gradually.

"Do you know what this is?" Wen Jianyan shook the thing in his hand with a smile.

Wu Zhu obviously had no way to answer.

"It seems that you forgot my promise last time, what a pity."

Wen Jianyan sighed pretentiously and moved closer.

The man's eyes fell on his face, and then on Wen Jianyan's half-stretched fingers. His eyeballs flickered in the darkness, as if he was fighting against some kind of power in the darkness, like a sculpture. The graceful muscles are tensed and bulged, like a fully drawn bowstring.

Wen Jianyan paused, and his hand stayed in mid-air, showing a hesitant expression as if he was about to put his fingers between the teeth of a beast.

"Don't move your head."

Accompanied by a crisp clanging sound, the silver chain circled around from the darkness, trapping Wu Zhu's head.

Only then did Wen Jianyan come over with confidence.

His arms were around the opponent's head, fiddling with something behind his head.

Wu Zhu turned slightly, staring at the side face of the other party who was close at hand.

The young man looked down at him from top to bottom, his eyelashes drooping, casting beautiful shadows, his expression focused, his warm fingertips moving on the side of his neck and cheeks, bringing a little itchiness.

Just a "click" sound, it seems that something has been locked.

The human body is very close, and the open pajamas fall down slightly, revealing a line of white chest and abdomen below, which undulates slightly with the rhythm of breathing.

A point in front of the soft chest attracts people's attention.

Wu Zhu's gaze was fixed there, and he subconsciously leaned closer, but the iron cage in front of his mouth touched Wen Jianyan's collarbone.

The coolness at the front end of the bite stopper made Wen Jianyan tremble, and she leaned back suddenly.

However, he soon realized what Wu Zhu wanted to do, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips:

"What, want to bite?"

Wu Zhu stared at him.

"release."

The chains wrapped around Wu Zhu's neck disappeared.

Wen Jianyan leaned over awkwardly, pulled open his sleepy clothes with one hand, turned his head to reveal his white and warm side neck, and said with a smile:

"You bite, you bite."

Wu Zhu leaned over.

The iron cage in front of his mouth touched the side of Wen Jianyan's neck.

Wen Jianyan was overjoyed: "Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Wu Zhu: "..."

He stared at the human in front of him.

Wen Jianyan showed an undisguised happy expression on his face. He looked at the other's face wearing a bite stopper, frivolously stroked the other's jawline, and said in a playful tone:

"You look much prettier than before."

Only half of the reason he said it was for psychological pleasure.

And the other half...

It's because it's true.

Silver chains tightly bound the man's strong arms, long black hair hanging down, intertwined with the spell-like lines on the body, the chest was worn on the head and exchanged from the system store, and it was specially used to imprison large The beast's metal bite stopper.

Such an excessively evil and powerful existence is controlled by others at this moment, becoming so fragile and weak.

But now Wen Jianyan is so clearly aware that one end of the chain is firmly in his hands.

The psychological pleasure of this fact is almost shuddering.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, and the shadow of her eyelashes fell on her light-colored eyes, leaving a deep darkness.

Maybe he didn't even realize it, but unconsciously, the distance between them became much closer than before.

The human's warm fingers moved down along the opponent's neck, gently stroking the opponent's cold skin, as well as the blue meridians and bones below which were undulating like mountains.

His fingertips landed on the hideous scar on the opponent's heart, describing the raised shape of the scar one by one.

I don't know if it's an illusion...

Scars appear to have deepened.

It's like two wounds superimposed.

The tip of his nose hit the metal sleeve, causing Wen Jianyan to react immediately.

He blinked, touched the bridge of his nose embarrassingly, and stepped back.

However, before he could leave completely, with the jingling of chains, his wrist was tapped by the opponent's hand.

Wu Zhu looked at him, knocked on his hand and pulled it over, leading him to continue stroking his chest.

"?!" Wen Jianyan was taken aback, and ordered subconsciously, "Let go!"

The sound of the chain sounded again, dragging the opponent's arm tight.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wen Jianyan jumped back and left the position next to the other party, as if he was still in shock.

He frowned, his face was gloomy, and he couldn't see the gentle look when he took the initiative to approach him just now.

Wu Zhu tilted his head slightly, and when he looked over, he seemed a little confused because of human beings' moodiness and fickleness.

It seems to be saying, didn't you take the initiative to touch it?

"Close your eyes." Wen Jianyan said through gritted teeth.

Under the mandatory order, Wu Zhu closed his eyes.

The sight that fell on her body disappeared, and Wen Jianyan finally felt a little relieved.

He breathed a sigh of relief, moved his stiff shoulders, and walked towards the small refrigerator next to him.

Since he changed the room on the outside, the space inside the Ouroboros also changed, and the area of ​​the room was several times larger than before.

Wen Jianyan was very happy to find that all the snacks and drinks he put in before were there.

He hugged his arms full, went to the balcony to touch a few books and magazines, and sat down on the plush cashmere carpet beside him.

He doesn't plan to come back after a while, who knows whether Wu Zhu can't communicate at that time and is in a state dominated by animal nature, or in a state where intelligence has the upper hand and can communicate. Rather than betting on this possibility, it is better to wait here.

Long before coming here, Wen Jianyan had already made sufficient preparations, and even sent a message to the guild, saying that he might not be able to contact him for three days.

"Crack."

He tore open a bag of potato chips, leaned against the bed, and lazily opened the book in front of him.

There was a dead silence in the room, only the faint sound of turning the pages of the book could be heard.

Wen Jianyan pulled open the second bag of potato chips.

He suddenly felt as if he was being watched, turned his head slightly, and looked to the side.

I don't know when it started, but the command effect on Wu Zhu just now disappeared. He looked over from the bed intently, without blinking his eyes.

Wen Jianyan was startled.

In fact, he has discovered before that the strength and duration of the "command" has a lot to do with his willpower, and it won't last forever. It was beyond Wen Jianyan's expectations.

"woke up?"

Wen Jianyan asked.

Wu Zhu didn't answer.

Apparently not yet.

Wen Jianyan looked away without interest, and looked at the fashion magazine in front of her.

Wu Zhu didn't look away, Wen Jianyan felt the thorn on his back again.

He hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and looked at each other.

The other party's gaze made Wen Jianyan a little uncomfortable, but he didn't know how long he would stay here, and he couldn't always give orders.

He moved to a place where the other party couldn't see, and continued to be lazy.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

Wen Jianyan ate up three packs of potato chips and finished flipping through two magazines.

used…

Almost three hours?

Wen Jianyan poked his head out from behind the sofa, and met a pair of golden eyes looking over without any surprise.

"Are you awake?"

Wu Zhu tilted his head.

Well, no.

Wen Jianyan climbed onto the sofa, folded his arms on the back of the sofa, and frowned slightly.

This time, the opponent's sanity disappears for an extraordinarily long time...

Why?

Could it be that his previous luck was too good?

Or…

Wen Jianyan's gaze moved down and landed on the other party's chest.

The place where the blade had been stabbed was a ferocious scar, which was particularly dazzling on the white chest.

Something to do with what happened in the external copy?

But, no matter what, Wen Jianyan was a little bored waiting.

He picked up the flipped magazines and threw them from one end of the room to the other, making a loud noise, but he didn't change the direction of Wu Zhu's eyes at all.

He is always looking at this side.

well.

Wen Jianyan got down on the ground.

He wandered back to his blanket and resumed his reading.

This time, Wen Jianyan didn't read for long, his eyelids began to droop, and his head began to droop bit by bit.

Finally, he lay down and fell asleep.

After he fell asleep, the silver chain, which was originally very strong under the command, gradually relaxed.

Wu Zhu sat up silently.

Those golden eyes shone in the darkness, and their eyes fell on the young man's slightly curved, thin back.

Darkness squirmed behind him.

He tugged at the bite stopper on his face.

Did not move.

Can't open it either.

After all, his current strength is in a state of being suppressed, and this is something bought from the system store, both in terms of quality and the additional restrictions on it are very powerful.

Wu Zhu gave up on tossing the iron cage on his face.

He looked at Wen Jianyan again, trying to stand up, but as soon as he moved, the silver chain started to make noise.

"jingle."

Wen Jianyan frowned and turned over.

Wu Zhu stopped moving.

If Wen Jianyan is still awake, he should be able to find that the other party still doesn't seem to have much rationality, but it is far better than the previous state of relying only on instinct.

It seems... is gradually recovering.

After confirming that Wen Jianyan had no further reaction, Wu Zhu hesitated, glanced at the chain next to him, but finally did not make any moves.

But now, the darkness around him seemed to be controlled by some invisible force, rushing towards Wen Jianyan.

The invisible tentacles stretched out from below, gently lifted the young man's body, and then moved him over little by little.

Wen Jianyan was put on the bed.

Maybe the pillows and the bed are too familiar to the touch, which leads to low vigilance...

He bent his knees, buried his head in the pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

When Wen Jianyan woke up again, he felt a splitting headache.

I must have slept too long...

He pinched the bridge of his nose, opened his eyes, and met a pair of golden eyes.

Wen Jianyan's breathing stopped suddenly.

Only then did he discover in astonishment that he had been moved to the bed at some point, and was lying next to Wu Zhu, who was shamelessly getting very close, with his arms around his waist, tightly encircling him In my arms, I can't get rid of it.

However, the bite stopper is still worn on the opponent's face.

Wen Jianyan knew that the reason why he was able to sleep safely for so long was because of its existence, so even if this guy wanted to, he couldn't help it.

He raised his hand and patted the other person's cheek with a smile: "Let go of me."

With the sound of the iron chain, Wu Zhu was forced to let go.

Wen Jianyan got up and checked himself.

There seemed to be no difference except that the clothes were a little messier.

He scratched his messy hair, and looked at Wu Zhu inexplicably: "I've been here for at least half a day, why haven't you shown any signs of recovery?"

However, now that everyone has come up, Wen Jianyan doesn't bother to go back, otherwise it would be too hypocritical.

He kicked the opponent's calf and said:

"Bring my things here."

As if understanding Wen Jianyan's order, the surrounding darkness began to move, lifted up all the things on the blanket just now, and moved them to Wen Jianyan's side.

"Crack."

He opened another bag of potato chips.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan seemed to think of something, turned to look at Wu Zhu, shook the potato chips in his hand: "Do you want to eat?"

Wu Zhu didn't seem to understand what he said.

"Wait a minute, can you eat human food?" Wen Jianyan showed a suspicious expression.

Wu Zhu still didn't understand what he said.

Wen Jianyan sat up, his eyes lit up visibly.

"I'll untie it for you for a while, but you are not allowed to bite me, otherwise, no matter what happens next, you will stay here alone later, I will never come near here, understand?"

Wu Zhu looked at this side, not sure if he understood or not.

Wen Jianyan leaned forward and unfastened the metal buckle next to the iron cage.

The moment he let go, he was ready to be bitten back by his own boring behavior.

But Wu Zhu didn't bite him.

...Can you really understand me?

Still pretending?

Wen Jianyan gave him a suspicious look.

If so, this guy is too proficient at pretending to be stupid, and he is not at the same level as when he was in the dungeon before, and he has no flaws at all.

Forget it, take care of him.

He twisted a piece of potato chips and moved closer.

Wu Zhu opened his mouth obediently and ate it.

"How about it?"

He looked at Wu Zhu's face with some anticipation.

Wu Zhu didn't speak, just swallowed what Wen Jianyan fed him, and kept his eyes on his fingers, as if he was not satisfied with the potato chips, but more interested in him.

"Oh, don't even think about it."

Wen Jianyan sneered.

"Potato chips are fine, but I can't."

He fed another piece and pinched his cheek before the other person had time to swallow: "Chew."

"Crack, click."

Wen Jianyan took a deep look at him.

It seems that I can indeed understand part of it now.

Could it be... recovering?

But if this is the case, why is it still impossible to talk?

Wen Jianyan absent-mindedly fed another slice.

He feeds one, and Wu Zhu eats one.

Even Wen Jianyan himself didn't realize that it was the first time that the atmosphere between them had maintained peace for such a long time without being replaced by more chaos, violence and blood.

Maybe it was too boring, so Wen Jianyan simply took all the potato chips he had hoarded, took them apart, and concentrated on observing the other party's reaction after eating any flavor.

Like a vicious kid who forced his dog to eat strange things and spent a lot of time doing boring experiments.

However, to his disappointment, Wu Candle didn't respond to any taste, no matter how weird the taste was, it didn't seem to make sense to him.

He just feeds himself what he eats.

but…

Wen Jianyan was holding the potato chips in his hand, shaking them in the air, watching Wu Zhu's eyes move accordingly.

Does this seem like a reaction?

He looked down.

tomato flavor.

He looked at the color of the chips again...

oh red.

All right.

The witch candle reacted to it probably not because of its smell, but because of its color.

After Wen Jianyan stuffed the last piece into his mouth, he lost interest.

And a little sleepy.

He swept the snacks aside, fastened the iron cage on the opponent's face again, and prepared to go back to sleep again, but just after finishing all this, Wu Zhu frowned suddenly, and the surrounding darkness danced accordingly , began to gather and spread out irregularly, as if disturbed by some invisible force.

Wen Jianyan paused.

He realized that Wu Zhu was probably about to wake up.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the potato chips in his hand, a little surprised.

No, junk food still has this effect?

While he was meditating, the restlessness in the surrounding darkness subsided again, and Wu Zhu opened his eyes.

This time, the expression in his eyes appeared calm and rational, like a cold flame burning fiercely in the darkness, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

He looked at Wen Jianyan, seemingly surprised, the corners of his thin mouth were slightly raised, with undisguised pleasure.

"you…"

As soon as a word came out, Wu Zhu frowned.

Wen Jianyan: "?"

Wu Zhu frowned, pursed his lips hesitantly, and looked a little confused: "What did you eat for me?"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

He looked away, and hid the remaining half bag of potato chips behind him with some guilt.

What, nothing.

Chapter end