Chapter 208 A Wave of Sex
"I..." the puppet said.
“You lost your student ID card, but luckily I picked it up, otherwise you would have been dead!” When Mu Daxian was talking to the dummy, there was a strange demonic quality in his voice. His hair was flying, and he felt frightened when he heard it.
Mu Daxian spoke in the familiar tone of a good gentleman. As he spoke, he looked at Mao Feiyang and gave him a look.
Mao Feiyang's heart trembled, and he instantly understood what Mu Daxian meant. He quickly pulled off the two student commemorative coins from the wound.
"Hiss..." There were countless blood threads connected between the student coin and Mao Feiyang's wound. Pulling like this felt like pulling something from a spider web. It looked ferocious and terrifying, and the pain made Mao Feiyang shush. Direct air conditioning.
A flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and with a strong effort, he plucked them out like picking fruits, and then handed them to Mu Daxian's hands.
Lin Yi looked at the student commemorative coins in Mao Feiyang's hand. At this moment, the two student commemorative coins had completely lost the appearance of coins. They looked bulging, like animal hearts with ferocious blood vessels, and even Mao Feiyang's hands were beating "thump, thump, thump", as if they were really alive.
Mu Daxian squinted his eyes, took the student commemorative coin, then stuffed it into the hand of the dummy with gritted teeth, and then said with a concerned tone: "Look at it, look at it, next If you accidentally drop it, I won't be able to help you."
As he spoke, he slowly let go of the dummy, and then pulled him up from the ground in a friendly manner.
The dummy was obviously stunned. He stood there and did not recover for a long time. He just looked at the heart-like student commemorative coin in his hand, and his eyes gradually showed a sickly and fanatical look...
"I am...I am...Mao...Fei...Yang..."
"I am Mao Feiyang, I am Mao Feiyang! I am Mao Feiyang!!!"
"You are a fucking 'Mao Feiyang', why are you howling?" Mu Daxian kicked him and scolded him with a smile, "Hurry back to the teaching building, it's raining so heavily, why are you staying here? Are you not afraid of getting wet? ?”
The pseudo-human said: “Yes, yes...you’re right, it’s raining so hard, I should go back to the teaching building to take shelter!”
"Yes! Let's go quickly!" Mu Daxian urged.
The dummy took some jerky steps and slowly walked out of the light range of the street lamp.
At this time, thunder tore through the night sky, and black and white intertwined instantly. Lin Yi found that the nine angel sculptures around him actually had a look of confusion on their faces, and he was a little confused about who was the real Mao Feiyang. .
“Can student commemorative coins still be used in this way?” Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian with shock in his eyes, “You find a dummy to die in our “identities”? It is indeed a sexy job! ”
Mu Daxian looked at the back of the puppet. He was holding the street light pole with one hand and was shrouded in soft light, like a ship standing on the mast with a storm overhead on the endless route.
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The storm completely wet everything about him, and his hair was stuck to his forehead with water. His eyes were calm and calm, and he was thinking about how to take every step.
“Don’t be too happy too early, the sex has just begun!”
After that, he squatted down, then kicked his legs on the ground and jumped up, then reached out and stabbed The lampshade of the street light pole grabbed the "bulb" in his hand and pulled it out!
When he landed on the ground, he had already taken out the "light bulb" from the lamppost.
Mao Feiyang looked at the "light bulb" in shock. He didn't expect that this thing could emit light out of thin air.
"This, this isn't a lightbulb?"
"Let's go!" Mu Daxian rarely cherished words like gold, and was unwilling to say more. He grabbed the "lightbulb" and followed the pace of the puppet.
Mao Feiyang hurriedly followed, and then he quickly noticed that Mu Daxian's mouth was hissing, and his expression seemed extremely painful.
He was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Mu Daxian's palm. He saw that Mu Daxian's hand holding the light bulb was emitting white smoke like a flare. This integration In the storm and the surrounding fog, he couldn't see clearly for a while, but he still observed it with his own perception.
He really wanted to say something, but he knew that Mu Daxian would definitely not have time to talk to him, so he suppressed all the words in his heart and followed Mu Daxian silently.
His intuition told him that the damage caused by the light bulb to Mu Daxian might be far greater than the damage he suffered from the supernatural power absorbed by the angel sculpture along the way.
They quickly followed the dummy back to the teaching building. The dummy in front had a stiff posture, while Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang in the back looked like Jiumozhi suddenly encountered Duan Yu on his way to Yanziwu. Feng Yu then hid in Xiaopo Temple.
In it, Duan Yu is like a little black and skinny monkey, and Jiumozhi is a fucking version that is obsessed with practicing wood-burning sword skills...
"'Mao Feiyang' 'Mao Feiyang' , Slow down, slow down!" Mu Daxian followed him panting.
As expected, the dummy in front paused.
After such a pause, Mu Daxian pressed it to the ground again, and then stuffed the light bulb in his hand directly into its mouth! ! !
I don’t know how hard Mu Daxian used to stuff it, but he actually reached out and penetrated the puppet’s throat, stuffed the light bulb directly into its stomach, and then pulled his hand out as if nothing had happened.
Seeing this scene, Mao Feiyang behind him felt his stomach churn and almost vomited all the stomach acid.
The dummy was still confused, seemingly blissfully unaware of what happened.
After doing all this, Mu Daxian directly picked up the dummy from the ground, identified its location, and then rushed over.
"Xiao Mao, follow up, hurry up!" He just urged, not caring whether Mao Feiyang followed or not - because time waits for no one!
Under his full speed, the distance between him and Him shrank at an extremely fast speed. When he was about to rush into His territory, he braked suddenly, and then threw his arms like a javelin thrower. The dummy was thrown.
"'The decision is yours, go ahead, Mao Feiyang'!!!"
His goal is not to throw the pseudo-person to Him, but just to throw Him into His domain. .
The puppet draws a perfect parabola in the dark night, just as thunder flashes, white light shines in the sky, and the static scene of nine angel sculptures pounced on the puppet is frozen in the interlaced black and white quality of the picture. In it, there are aesthetics, cults, monsters, and strangeness, like the shadows of angels and fallen things reflected in hell in religious murals, chasing the devil's sacrifice.
Such a scene was deeply imprinted in Mao Feiyang's heart, shocking his little heart - it turns out that this is all Mu Daxian's sexy life!
Isn’t this... incredible? !
But the even more incredible thing is yet to come -
"Fuck, don't be in a daze, come here quickly!" Mu Daxian's voice was filled with urgent calls, and he woke up in an instant and was shocked. To the dull Mao Feiyang - Mu Daxian's sex life is not over yet.
I saw Mu Daxian running to a dead end near the corridor bridge of the teaching building, then he opened the drawing board, took out a few paintbrushes from the cloth bag and bit it in his mouth, then unscrewed the lids of several paint cans and placed them on the ground. .
He did not use a palette, but directly dipped the paint brush into the blank drawing board and applied it. He looked like an immature painter, drawing here and there, and quickly applied the paint in a mess. Fills almost the entire drawing board.
Immediately afterwards, I saw him using more crazy and sloppy brushwork to stir up the paint on the drawing board.
At this moment, even Mao Feiyang, an amateur in painting, was stunned by Mu Daxian’s painting techniques - Mu Daxian actually used the drawing board as both a palette and a canvas...
Madman, this is a pure artistic madman!
No one dares to draw like this!
Especially for painting, which is very particular about the angles and changes of light and shadow, there is no room for mixing colors and painting at the same time. What's more, Mu Daxian only has one chance!
But as Mu Daxian continued to paint, the things on the drawing board gradually became real.
He discovered that what Mu Daxian painted was actually the dead end next to the covered bridge of the teaching building in front of him!
Mu Daxian’s paintings are hyper-realistic, but Mao Feiyang discovered that the dead end Mu Daxian painted was different from what he had just seen.
They say it's different, but they can't feel the difference.
He then moved his eyes away from the drawing board and looked at the dead end in front...
"Huh?!" Mao Feiyang opened his mouth and rubbed his eyes vigorously.
What did he see? !
The dead end in front of me is exactly the same as what Mu Daxian drew!
This is an extremely abstract way of expression. Usually when a person paints alone, we will say, your painting looks similar, but now it is different, it is Tiangang!
This teaching building is a dead end. It looks like the one you and Mu Daxian drew!
"Damn! How could this happen...?!" Mao Feiyang felt horrified. Could it be that there was something wrong with his own cognition? !
"Done, let's go!" Mu Daxian put away the drawing board and greeted Mao Feiyang.
Mao Feiyang's brain was in chaos, and he could only follow Mu Daxian into a dead end in a daze.
A magical and strange scene appeared. Mu Daxian, who was walking in front, hit the wall at the end of the dead end, and then got in like Harry Potter entering platform nine and a quarter.
Mao Feiyang froze in front of the wall subconsciously.
But Mu Daxian's hand suddenly emerged from the wall, grabbed the collar of his chest, and pulled him into it.
When he crossed the wall, he only remembered a warm and cool feeling passing through his body. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that he was still in a dead end, but where he was now The dead end seems to be the real end of the dead end.
"Just now, what... happened?" Mao Feiyang's mind was buzzing. He couldn't understand Mu Daxian's behavior ever since Mu Daxian said he wanted to do something sexy.
Not only could I not understand what he was doing, I couldn't understand what he had done, what he was going to do, and finally, what he had accomplished.
Up to this moment, Mu Daxian fell to the ground, and then supported his knees with his right hand and panted violently. However, after three or four breaths, Mu Daxian seemed to feel that it was not enough. , he simply leaned back and lay on the ground with his back spread out like an old tortoise, turning into a big character.
"Hahaha..." He laughed softly and spat out the paintbrushes he was holding in his mouth. "Xiao Mao, we are safe for the time being!"
Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian's imageless lying posture and suddenly noticed the latter's left hand...
Mu Daxian's left hand showed an extremely strange blue-gray skin texture, like a stone. , there is still some sticky liquid on the arm, as if it was stuck with mucus when it was pounded into the dummy's stomach...
Despite this, Mu Daxian's arms can still move freely, but if you look carefully at the palm of his hand, you will find that the palm of his hand is completely black, as if it is about to be burned through...
< Seeing that Mao Feiyang was stunned, Mu Daxian didn't pay much attention at first. After he relieved some of his fatigue, he slowly asked: "By the way, what did you just say? Xiao Mao?" Xiao Mao? Xiao..."
"Uh-" Mao Feiyang was awakened, and then ignored the topic "just now" and stared directly at Mu Daxian's arm, worried and hesitantly said: "Daxian... ...You, your hand?"
Mu Daxian glanced at his hand, scratched the air with his fingers, and said with a bitter smile: "It's just a serious injury, it's a small problem."
"This...is this still a small problem?"
"As long as a person is alive, nothing is a big problem."
Mao Feiyang was infected by Mu Daxian's spirit. He didn't know what to say for a while, but just stared at Mu Daxian's left hand silently. .
Mu Daxian was very uncomfortable with Mao Feiyang’s look, and a bill flashed in his mind. The second boss played by Uncle Da in Journey to the West said to the first boss played by Xing Ye, “Just cut it off.” "It's all burnt"...
He also wanted to say that it was a bit brittle, but it could still be used.
But looking at Mao Feiyang’s bitch-like appearance, Mu Daxian just wanted to say one thing - where is my drawing board? !
"This is just the result of blowing up a street lamp by hand. It's already pretty awesome, right?" Mu Daxian finally didn't copy the drawing board because he was still too tired, his whole body was sore and numb, his body bones seemed to be falling apart, and his mental energy was also exhausted. Extremely, I can only briefly talk to Mao Feiyang.
“Forget it, you won’t understand this now. You will know later how awesome your brother Xian is.”
“No need to do it later, I’m going to I think you are awesome, you are simply a superman!”
“Superman is very tired, now I want to turn over three cards and go through a round,” Mu Daxian stuck out his tongue in exhaustion. I really wanted to turn over and sleep where I was for the night.
"Brother Xian, don't be like this, aren't we going back to the art building?" Mao Feiyang sat next to Mu Daxian and asked.
"Go back to the art building?!" Mu Daxian's eyes widened, "Wake up, Xiaomao, there are angel sculptures outside!"
"Ah...oh oh oh, you're right." Mao Feiyang nodded, thinking that there were four angel sculptures in one elevator. Such a configuration would make Jesus have to stay one night before leaving.
But if I don’t leave today...do I really have to spend the night in the teaching building?
More precisely, spend the night here?
Really turn over and draw three cards and then go through a round?
(End of this chapter)