MTL - Demon King’s Political Marriage-Chapter 62

In the dim light of the basement, the two hugged each other. Although this was their usual sleeping style, this day was a little different.

Their legs were stacked on top of each other, breathing entangled. The dark-skinned short-haired young man, pillowed in the shoulder of a beautiful man, exhaled breath, forming a white mist. The two sometimes talked in a low voice, sometimes a knowing smile, and sometimes, they covered the quilt and creaked the bed.

When Wu Xingyun went to sleep, Ye Fan hugged him quietly and looked down at the person sleeping next to him.

The legs of the two are still entangled, and the body temperature of the other can pass through the skin to the bottom of the heart.

The person in the sleep, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth, looks childish, but is very warm.

Although Ye Fan often imagined the situation on this day, when it really happened, it made him feel as if he was in a dream, and for a moment he couldn't believe it, it was true.

He bowed his head and kissed each other's lips. The flesh was very realistic. The warm and soft lips flapped the softest strings in his heart, playing a melodious and quiet movement.

Just now the two have been here many times, already exhausted, Ye Fan's desire has long been deflated, but the feeling of love in his heart has gradually surfaced and cannot be cut off.

Ye Fan was reluctant to fall asleep, so he kept looking at the person in his arms until the other person opened his eyes.

Wu Xingyun has not responded to what he has done. His decision yesterday was made with the belief that he must die, with his brain stunned.

Now, when he woke up and saw Ye Fan close at hand, Mumu's blank head finally had something.

There was a fever on Wu Xingyun's face, but he did not forget how crazy he had done since he ran off the spacecraft yesterday, and he did not forget how he played with the other person over and over again in bed.

Thinking of those times, Wu Xingyun's heart was beating fast, especially when he found that he was entangled with Ye Fan, the whole person was anxious to find a hole to drill down.

Yesterday, he thought he couldn't live that night, but now, when he opened his eyes, he found that he was still alive.

Not only alive, but also ... awake in a very obscene way.

When Ye Fan saw Wu Xingyun awake, he smiled at him.

Wu Xingyun Mumu smiled back and was kissed again.

Ye Fan's hand tightly hugged the arm he was trying to resist, his thigh pressed against the other's thigh, pried open the uncooperative teeth, penetrated the hot and humid mouth, and attacked the city slightly.

Until Wu Xingyun was about to suffocate, Ye Fan released his hand and whispered, "Early."

Wu Xingyun's face flushed, and he said vaguely, "What time is it?"

"Seven o'clock," Ye Fan said, "you're hungry, I'll get you some food."

Wu Xingyun was a little surprised. He thought that it seemed that he had engaged with Ye Fan many times yesterday and slept for a long time. Why was it only seven o'clock in the morning?

He said, "No, I'll do it myself ..." I was just getting up from bed, but felt a backache, and there was a little pain underneath, so he thoroughly thought back, this was done by Ye Fan himself Can't get up?

Ye Fan got up and covered Wu Xingyun with the quilt: "You ... don't move around, I have something to eat next door."

Ye Fan was walking outside while wearing pants.

Wu Xingyun looked at the alarm clock at the bed. It turned out to be seven in the evening. The two of them did it all day and night!

This recognition surprised Wu Xingyun, and he remembered that according to Luo Ying, the thick fog of Thrall had landed on the earth. As an ordinary person, he should be dead.

But I'm still alive. What's going on?

But after a while Ye Fan returned, holding a box of canned food in his hand.

"This is what Sister Luo left for me, enough for me to eat for more than ten days." Ye Fan said, sitting on the bedside, holding Wu Xingyun half in his arms, took a spoon, ready to feed.

Wu Xingyun said, "Without your help, I will eat it myself." Then, he was ready to take canned food from Ye Fan.

But Ye Fan lifted his hand and avoided it. Ye Fan said, "I want to feed you. Don't let me feed it with a spoon, then I can feed with something else. You can't beat me now ... you are ... want me to feed you with my mouth? "

He said, while kissing Wu Xingyun's earlobe, licking and sucking, making Wu Xingyun's body sore.

Wu Xingyun could only give up resistance, Ye Fan fed him spoonful. As soon as the whole can was eaten, Ye Fan was hard again, and he did not shy away from Wu Xingyun's waist, but began to tease each other.

Finally, Wu Xingyun was overwhelmed on the bed again, panting and shaking.

Afterwards, Ye Fan washed the back of Wu Xingyun with cold water stored next door. When he saw the ambiguous liquid flowing out of the slightly red and swollen chrysanthemum, he wanted to come again.

Ye Fan begs for pleasure, Wu Xingyun refuses. The last two people negotiate to help him solve it by hand.

Then it was scrubbing. Ye Fan wanted it again during the cleaning process, so he came again.

At first Wu Xingyun would still look at his watch, but later, he was too lazy to look at it, only lying on the bed, Ye Fan tossing.

I don't know how long it took, the two finally cleared their bodies and leaned on the bedside to talk.

Wu Xingyun pillowed Ye Fan's arm and said, "Sal dense fog should have come down? Do you feel any strange feeling?"

Ye Fan clutched Wu Xingyun and felt the sound of blood flowing where the two skins meet. He thought of the feeling of ecstasy just now, and then he thought of it again.

So he said, "Nothing particularly strange, just ... want to do you!"

Wu Xingyun's face flushed and said, "It's ... three days and three nights, still thinking? You're too vigorous."

Ye Fan nodded earnestly: "Because ... that person is you. Because, I love you. Because ... you are fine."

Wu Xingyun did not resist the attack of sweet words. After being turned over by a long kiss, he surrendered, and once again gave up the resistance, but he did not agree with the other's proposal to change his position, and insisted on covering the missionary with a quilt.

On the tenth day, the food stored by the two was finally eaten, and the thick fog of Sal that the scientists had expected had reached the limit that the mutants could bear.

Ye Fan rarely eats these days, and all of them have been supplied to Wu Xingyun.

Although it was still dangerous outside, they couldn't hide in the basement anymore and had to go out to find food.

Wu Xingyun was surprised that he was still alive, but Ye Fan was even more fortunate that neither was dead.

The two got dressed, and Ye Fan brought his weapons and was ready to go hunting and try his luck.

Wu Xingyun was only able to stay in the basement because the situation outside was unknown.

When Ye Fan was leaving, Wu Xingyun explained to him: "Don't run too far, mainly to see what's going on outside. I'll wait for you for eight hours. If I don't come back for eight hours, I'll go out to find you."

Ye Fan said, "OK." The two kissed goodbye.

Wu Xingyun stayed in the basement, washed the crumpled sheets that the two had made these days, and cleaned the room, a little boring.

He was surprised that he was alive, because according to Luo Ying, he should have died ten nights ago.

Before Ye Fan was here, Wu Xingyun felt that time was passing fast, but now he is not here, and Wu Xingyun feels a bit like a year.

At first he sat bored at the table and looked at the clock. He found that it was still early, but his heart was agitated, so he got a pull-up on the ceiling with an iron rod, then squat, sit-ups, push-ups, and boxing.

It took only four hours to practice with one punch.

Wu Xingyun rested for a while, and started to do the housework again. After reworking inside and out, he found that it had been seven hours since Ye Fan left.

Before Ye Fan came back, Wu Xingyun began to worry. He put on all the clothes he had just taken off during the campaign, and went to the next door. He picked up a rifle from those weapons stored by Ye Fan.

Disassembled the gun and dismantled it.

Twenty minutes before eight hours.

Wu Xingyun couldn't sit still anymore, he walked to the gate with a weapon.

The gate was a tight iron gate, and Ye Fan was affixed with gauze around it, and filter material was applied to minimize the concentration of Saar material entering the basement.

Wu Xingyun was sitting at the gate waiting for someone. He was worried for a while that all monsters were outside and ate Ye Fan with no bones left.

But he immediately comforted himself again. The broken sky could harm the millennium, and it would not be so easy to die.

But ... Ye Fan's ability now is far worse than two thousand years later. Will there be an accident?

Wu Xingyun was restless, staring at the pointer on the alarm clock.

It's half a minute before eight hours.

Ten seconds.

Five seconds.

Wu Xingyun's hand was placed on the armrest of the door, ready to go out, but at this time, the door opened from the outside.

A white smelly mist floated in, quickly filling the space.

Wu Xingyun stepped back. He covered his mouth and nose subconsciously, but saw the familiar shadow and rushed in with the thick fog.

Before Wu Xingyun had time to look outside, he quickly closed the iron door.

When he turned back, he saw Ye Fan covered with blood and panting on the ground. He had scars on his face and his clothes were rotten. He seemed to have fought with someone desperately.

Wu Xingyun lifted him up, but Ye Fan was almost standing still, Wu Xingyun had to hug Ye Fan and go to bed.

He got the last bucket of clear water from the next door, untied Ye Fan's clothes, and prepared to wash him.

A warm thing fell out of Ye Fanhuai, grunted and rolled to the ground, Wu Xingyun bent over to pick it up, opened it, and saw a large piece of cooked meat.

Ye Fan smiled at Wu Xingyun in bed: "Yun, you haven't eaten a day, you must be hungry? Eat it while it's hot."

Wu Xingyun said yes, instead of eating, he wiped Ye Fan's body first.

He found that Ye Fan had been cut at least a dozen times on his body, his left rib was still heavy with bullets, his blood was constantly going out, and Wu Xingyun was startled.

Ye Fan whispered, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all ... a scalpel and pliers are prepared in the drawer. You can help me take this bullet out."

The lights in the room were dim, and Wu Xingyun could not see clearly. He took a mirror to reflect the light, but it had little effect.

So he could only touch it blindly. When the bullet stumbled to the ground, Ye Fan finally couldn't help groaning.

Wu Xingyun hurriedly took the gauze and pressed his wound, but Ye Fan had not prepared much gauze, and soon all was soaked in red.

Wu Xingyun felt that his hands were full of blood. He looked towards Ye Fan. Ye Fan's forehead was sweaty and his voice was weak: "I'm fine ... it's alright. Don't worry too much."

Wu Xingyun slowly released his hand and found that the blood had solidified, and then washed it with water, but after this water was washed, there was no water to drink.

So he was only able to give up washing Ye Fan's wounds, and was only able to accompany him silently.

Ye Fan's eyes closed and he opened for about an hour before he opened. He looked much better. Wu Xingyun noticed that most of the stab wounds on his body had healed, not even the scars left.

"How did you do this? What's going on outside?" Wu Xingyun asked.

Ye Fan pointed to the cooked meat on the table: "Let's eat and say. This thing rots very fast, so we must eat it quickly."

So Wu Xingyun ripped off the meat, fed Ye Fan most of it, and ate a small portion by himself.

After eating, he felt thirsty for a while, so he divided the last water between them.

After Ye Fan took a breath, he began to talk about how he looked outside.

"It ’s all chaotic. They kill people when they see them, and shoot without asking. There are more than 1,000 people and 300 mutants left in the base. I went out for a circle, and most of the ordinary people were in the ten A few days ago, when the thick fog of Thrall came, he died, and a small number escaped by chance and were killed by the mutants. "

"There is white mist everywhere, I can't see who is opposite. I searched for a long time and couldn't find anything to eat. I got a few knives on my body, but I couldn't come back empty-handed. In the end, my nose worked, and I smelled barbecue. Taste, grab a piece back. "

"I don't know what they eat without meat, and I can't control that much. Anyway ... I'm going to live."

"No one cares about us. There is no order here. I heard that the mutants have formed small gangs and are fighting for leadership. There is a mess and you must not go out."

"I'm fine. You will stay here in the future. I'll just go out."

Ye Fan said for a while, took a break, and finally said, "I found that we are the best place in the entire base. It must not be found here. Yun, you don't have to worry about me, I will get better soon."