MTL - The Fallen Merman-Chapter 163

Lan Bo put down the lunch box, raised his fingertips slightly, and the Dead Sea Heart Rock was summoned, melted from the sculptural form, and formed a rope that bound Bai Chunian's hands.

"You learn fast. Try softening form."

"I learned it. Look at me." Bai Chunian snapped his fingers, the rope melted from his wrist, flew towards Lanbo, flexibly wrapped around the mermaid's arm and waist, and finally bound Lanbo's body with rope art stand up.

Black and translucent thin ropes restrained the mermaid's capable muscles and snow-white skin, and the flesh of the chest and arms was slightly curved from the grid formed by the intertwined ropes.

Bai Chunian shook his ears proudly and said, "How about it, be strong."

Rimbaud stared at him.

Bai Chunian: "..."

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Bai Chunian knelt on the keyboard made of Xinyan in the Dead Sea, and Lan Bo sat on the edge of the fish tank and watched him while eating shrimp.

Bai Chunian: "Woooo."

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"It seems that you have mastered the trick, so you don't need to practice today." Lan Bo took back the Dead Sea Heart Rock under Bai Chunian's knees. After the black spar melted, it flew towards Bai Chunian and buckled it around Alpha's neck to form a collar. , a chain stretched out from behind the collar and wrapped around the iron railing at the head of the bedroom bed, making Bai Chunian trapped on the bed with his neck bound on his back.

Lanbo's fish tail lit up with blue light, turned into a blue lightning and disappeared suddenly, and appeared on Bai Chunian in the next second, sitting between his crotch, with both hands on Alpha's chest, hair hanging on Bai Chunian's chest skin up, scratching him slightly itchy.

"Let me see." Lan Bo looked down at him, bowed his back, looked close to his chest, and rubbed his fingertips lightly on the scar on Bai Chunian's chest. In the past in the cultivation base, in order to win the opportunity to enter the research institute in the melee, Lan Bo tore open the chest and abdomen of Bai Chunian who had protected him all the way, causing him to be seriously injured and ineligible to enter the research institute. It hasn't subsided yet, it's just faded over time.

Bai Chunian groaned when the cold fingertips touched the scar.

"Do you still mind this?" Rimbaud asked, "It's not difficult to clear it, it will hurt, bear with it, I'll do it."

"No." Bai Chunian's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he grabbed Lan Bo's thin waist with both hands, even leaving a few red marks on the skin with his fingertips.

"I'll remember. You're saving me."

Suddenly, the alpha turned over suddenly, like a young and vigorous male lion when he was occupying his prey, he pressed Rimbaud under his body, and approached his neck socket with short breaths.

The tip of his tongue was about to touch the cold skin of the mermaid. Suddenly, Bai Chunian felt a tightness in his neck and the collar was tied up, forcing him to stop.

It was Lan Bo who reached out and grabbed the chain from behind, forcing Bai Chunian to raise his head slightly.

Bai Chunian looked at Lan Bo with a confused and aggrieved look.

"Don't let me kiss again?"

Lan Bo slightly raised the tip of his index finger and made a fake action on the alpha's lips, making Bai Chunian think he was going to put his finger in his mouth, so he stuck out his tongue, but Lan Bo stuck his finger into the collar and his neck. Try the tightness between the gaps.

Rimbaud asked: "Is it tight? Let me know if it hurts."

Bai Chunian was slightly startled, lowered his head, buried his face in Lanbo's neck, and said in a low voice as if he didn't want to be heard, "I'm a little suffocated, but I'll be very excited."

"Huh?" Rimbaud touched his hair and pinched the furry ears inside.

"I usually touch more." Alpha said in a muffled voice, "I don't want me to always seek you."

"Where do you like to touch." Although Rimbaud was in a suppressed position, his posture was still calm, and his fingertips gently scratched the alpha abdominal muscles, "Do cats like to be touched on their stomachs?"

Bai Chunian didn't answer, but his ears were visibly red.

Rimbaud smiled faintly.

"Why," Bai Chunian still asked sullenly, "I'm extremely obsessed with you, and it's getting worse and worse. I was able to maintain my senses a few months ago, but now I can't control it. I can do nothing and just make peace with it. When you stay, the body and mind will tend to you, want to touch, want to kiss, want your scent to cover my body, want you to hold on to this chain all the time, I don't want you to loosen the chain, I will feel beside me It's empty."

Rimbaud listened quietly, cupped his cheeks in his hands, and looked into his clear, hopeful eyes.

"Are you really a siren?" Bai Chunian asked, "Are you confusing me?"

"'Demon'I can do what I can't do. If I use human words to describe it, 'God' is more appropriate." Rimbaud's fish tail Gently curling between Bai Chunian's ankles and slender toes, the tiny hairs on Alpha's back stood up.

"Obe?" Rimbaud whispered in his ear.

Bai Chunian almost drowned in his confusing voice, and suddenly shook his head vigorously and propped himself up: "Wait, I came back to find you for serious business. It was too early when I left, so I didn't wake up. You, went to the cafeteria with a meal and came back to pick you up by the way."

"Isn't obe serious?"

"...There is something a little more serious." Bai Chunian left Lan Bo, stepped back from the bed, fished out the washed bandages in the fish tank, and wrung them dry, and put them on Lan Bo's body moistly, turning them around and around. The bandage was wrapped around him against the skin, and a small knot was made around his waist and tucked into the inside of the bandage.

Union Police Department.

Satan was escorted back to the headquarters by the Alliance police, treated by the medical society and installed with a suppressor, and sent back to the police station for questioning. At this time, he was detained in the police station's detention center.

Rimbaud saw Satan sitting inside through the glass of the interrogation room of the detention center, and turned his head impatiently: "Is the serious business to visit an omega who is sowing discord between us?"

"I have to talk to him." Bai Chunian put on Lan Bo's shoulder, "If you don't want to go in, I'll go in, you wait for me outside."

With his fingertips, Rimbaud plucked the adhesive under the glass, and said indifferently, "Go ahead."

Bai Chunian pushed the door open under the leadership of the guards and went in. Satan sat on the chair in the center of the room, his chin rested on his stooped knee, one leg was hanging down, and his pale pale feet were hanging close to the ground. The hem of the robe is half-covered, the toes are decorated with red metal decorative rings, and the horns protrude from the hood of the black robe.

Smelling the scent of the divine envoy in the air, Satan slowly raised his eyes, his eyes indifferent.

The window of the interrogation room was open, in order to prevent Satan from using the differentiation ability in the enclosed space, but the power grid and guardrails were installed outside the window, and Satan could not escape.

"It's still cold and the wind is too strong." Bai Chunian walked to the bed, put his hands on the window sill, looked at the quiet white fir trees outside the window, and closed the window.

After the window was closed, after a while, Satan said slowly, "If you want to speak, come closer."

Bai Chunian didn't even mean to scare him, and sat on the interrogation table in front of Satan.

Satan raised his eyelids, showing a relaxed expression for the first time, "Is the Lord God envoy here to save me?"

"Don't dare." Bai Chunian took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit it in his mouth, and slowly exhaled, "You didn't hurt our IOA people and civilians, we naturally won't execute you, what will happen next? The choice is up to you."

Satan understands his implication, the IOA needs him to do something in exchange for his freedom, and hopes that he will not be ignorant of flattery.

Satan stared at him meaningfully.

"Look at what I do?"

"I saw the catastrophe of the last days."

"Yo, what a disaster."

"drought."

"When the time comes, there will be a way. Disasters are the dead and the living. Didn't Noah's Ark also exist during the flood." Bai Chunian lowered his head, "By the way, if I ask for your help, you will not refuse. Bar."

Satan looked at the ground calmly: "No. Then grant me a request too."

Bai Chunian nodded.

"Come closer." Satan sensed his breath and quietly felt the powerful beating of his heart.

"It's been dark for a long time, and I want to stick with sacred things." Satan said, "Rimbo, I don't deserve to touch it, it's good to have you."

But outside the glass of the interrogation room, Rimbaud's perspective is a little ambiguous when he sees the postures of the two people inside.

The two people in the interrogation room suddenly heard a loud bang from the glass behind them. Looking back, Rimbaud's right hand penetrated the bulletproof glass, broke off a few pieces, and climbed in from the outside.

There was also a strong oppressive pheromone, and in an instant, Rimbaud appeared on Satan's side, grabbed the back of the omega's neck, lowered his head slightly, and his pupils, which were folded into vertical lines, moved towards him: "Come here. Just stick with me."

The closed room is broken, Satan's ability to deduce the future is invalid, and it is no longer possible to predict the direction of events in this room.

In the past, Lan Bo was reluctantly tolerant towards other omegas, but this time Bai Chunian could also understand the source of Lan Bo's anger. The submarine laboratory was destroyed due to Satan's failure to destroy it, and the leakage of the infectious agent in the sea area cannot be said to be completely innocent. Since he has not caught the mastermind behind the scenes, Irene, Rimbaud is understandably angry with him.

Satan did not dodge, but stared at Rimbaud with a burning gaze, folded his hands on his chest, and faced Rimbaud with a devout prayer posture.

Rimbaud gradually let go of his hand, his hand fell to his side and clenched his fist, unable to do anything to Satan.

"Stay away from him." Rimbaud grabbed his chin and warned him word by word, turned and left.

Lan Bo was holding his breath, and Bai Chunian was a little baffled.

Satan saw his confusion and said blankly, "God can't hurt the believers, otherwise it will backfire on himself. I am willing to surrender, and at your mercy, he can't kill me."

When Bai Chunian closed the window, making the interrogation room a closed space, Satan already understood that Bai Chunian asked him to use future deductions to predict that he would not hurt him.

"...How can you be considered a believer?" Bai Chunian asked.

"Surrender, conversion, reverence, attachment, and ardent love."

"Then... it is hurt, what will happen?" Bai Chunian had a bad feeling in his heart, and quickly added, "It was not intended to hurt, but to save people."

"It's okay to suffer ten times the pain at the same time until the day the believer is healed. After all, he is immortal."

"I'll contact you later." Bai Chunian said hurriedly, gestured to the guards, and ran out in the direction that Lan Bo left.

Rimbaud sat waiting for him at the edge of the one-person flower bed outside the main entrance of the police station, with his back to the police station door, and the tip of the dangling fish tail grabbed a real rose in the flower bed. The sky was raining a sun rain, and the sun and rain fell on Rimbaud at the same time.

The raindrops on his head were suddenly blocked. Lan Bo turned his head and lowered his gaze. Bai Chunian was standing under the stairs, his right hand was in his pocket, and his left hand raised the umbrella to the highest level. The edge of the umbrella would cover Lan Bo's hair.

Rimbaud raised the tip of his tail and gave him the flower.

Sorry for the late! I fell asleep last night while writing, and when I woke up in the morning, the phone was on my face (?dish?)