This Damned Thirst for Survival

Chapter 80

After realising that he had developed a desire for Jiang Luo, Chi You had a great deal of patience and interest in Jiang Luo’s every move.

Today, Jiang Luo is hidden from the crowd, the smell of the living is dappled, and Jiang Luo’s scent is perfectly concealed. But it’s more like the last bow before the gift is unveiled, or the last formality before the cake is presented.

He is very excited about this.

The evil spirit walked into the crowd, he was out of place with the people around him, but no one came forward to drive him away, let alone dare to look at him squarely.

Wherever the evil spirits go, a vacuum will give way. This gives the evil spirits good conditions for vision.

But there was a cracking sound and a Fu Lu stuck to Chi You from the left.

Someone laughed, “Let’s all pretend to be ghosts and not litter.”

The people on either side of the room were noisy, none of them showing any sign of difference.

The evil spirit lowered his head as a large hole was burned in the suit that Fu Lu had affixed to it, the fiery scorch smouldering. The corners of his lips curled up as another sharp golden dagger came from behind, the evil spirit dodged in time, but a long cut was made on his neck and the golden dagger dissipated into thin air.

Blood flowed from the wound.

Chi You looked back in the direction from which the golden dagger had flown, again without identifying the person who had been behind it.

He raised his hand and touched the bloodstain, his fingers running over it black as dirt. Chi You narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to walk backwards, but a whip wrapped around his foot and yanked him backwards violently.

But the evil spirit, who had been prepared for this, only moved his leather shoes back a little, and he looked in the direction of the whip, but the next moment the golden whip burrowed into the crowd from below.

“Cunning fox,” exclaimed the evil spirit, “how clever.”

The procession slowly turned towards the next street, and in the crowd, a plain, unassuming little kid slowly dropped out of line and burrowed into an alleyway.

His steps became faster and faster, turning right in and out of the alleyways as the noisy, flamboyant district gradually became a deserted alley.

A street lamp stands ghostly in the middle, dimly and dully hitting the ground.

Moths flutter their wings around the bulb.

But the Kid’s footsteps jerked.

He took a few slow steps back and turned to return the way he had come, only to be confronted by a dark mist.

The dark figure standing under the streetlight laughed, “Ah, the game is over.”

Jiang Luo turns around, he calmly removes the mask and black robe from his face and looks at Chi You.

The corners of the dark-haired young man’s forehead were laden with sweat, his mask covered with the mist of his exhaled breath, his face slightly red from the steam. Lush and lush, he looked like a rose beauty sculpted by a painter’s brush with countless hours of effort.

The evil spirit steps out of the dark shadow of the lamp into the light, his dark eyes full of interest, his Jiang Luo-burned suit and crushed shoes restored to their original state.

The red jewel shone with a fascinating and dangerous lustre as the evil spirit stepped in front of Jiang Luo, his tone relaxed: “Where else are you going to run?”

There’s no land to run to.

In fact, Jiang Luo was tired of running too.

When the dust settles, Jiang Luo is particularly calm when it comes to the real moment.

There’s even a strange, giddy taste made up of pure malice.

“No need to run away,” the dark-haired youth raised his lips in a smile, the colour of his lips as seductive as a layer of honey in the light, and he looked provocatively at the evil spirit and said, “I’m tired of playing too.”

The evil spirit walked up to Jiang Luo.

The black mist that pervaded him enveloped Jiang Luo, blocking out the light and the moonlight. Jiang Luo was pushed against the wall of the deserted alley, and there was nothing but darkness before him but this evil spirit.

Jiang Luo looked up fearlessly at the evil spirit, watching the lust in his eyes suddenly emerge from the shadows, sending up waves like the frightful deep, and Jiang Luo’s heart felt a secret sense of mockery and pleasure. It was as if this hypocritical, insidious and extraordinarily dangerous evil spirit had finally been conquered by him, had finally bowed down before him, his desire for conquest wrapped in malice, and his evil nature suddenly prevailed.

Jiang Luo gave a few low chuckles as his fingers crawled over Chi You’s tie, gently outlining the jeweled red rose pin, “Mr. Wicked, this ruby jewellery set, didn’t I throw it in the trash?”

The ends of his eyes were raised and he glanced at the evil spirit with hooked silk, “Could it be that Mr. Ikari, the high and mighty teacher, took him out of the trash himself?”

The evil spirit’s voice trailed off as he raised his hand to pin Jiang Luo’s sticky black hair behind his ear, “What I want will be delivered to me by countless others, most of the time I will not do it myself.”

“Even if it’s in the trash,” the evil spirit leaned down pleasurably and said ambiguously in the dark-haired youth’s ear, “even if it’s you.”

“Then I’m honoured,” Jiang Luo said with a fake smile, “after all, I’m being ‘done’ by you.”

The evil spirit smothered a laugh, “You are different.”

He takes Jiang Luo’s hand as it moves over his tie and abruptly clasps both of Jiang Luo’s hands above him, the few words that have been Chi You’s gentlemanly touch. His patience exhausted, he lets his instincts come together again between Jiang Luo’s frowns.

It was still the same raw and savage kiss.

Only this time, the kiss seems to have been tinged with the erotic aura of lust. The evil spirit does not need breath, and Jiang Luo is at first indifferent, looking coldly at his face, tinged with lust and made even more sinister and haunted. Cold and warm, the evil spirit’s tongue is cold as ice, sliding between Jiang Luo’s lips, even as he tries to slide down.

Jiang Luo was losing his breath and he kicked his knee, but it felt like he had hit a stone that he didn’t know was there. Jiang Luo’s head snapped back as the choking sensation hit him, and the evil spirit backed away from his mouth slightly and said with a low laugh, “What’s wrong?”

His voice was low.

Jiang Luo felt something against him below and he gasped for air, his face flushed crimson, his disgusted eyes piercing the evil spirit without mercy, “Are you going to suffocate me?”

“From before to now,” Jiang Luo scoffed, “you’ve been a terrible kisser.”

Chi You wiped the luscious colour from his lips, he was in a happy mood at the moment and could care less about Jiang Luo’s deliberately irritating words, “Then it’s good to work on your kissing skills.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he pressed the back of Jiang Luo’s neck and kissed her once more without refusal.

The walls of the lane are rough and abrasive.

Jiang Luo’s arms were slightly red from the abrasion. Jiang Luo’s lips, kissed an unknown number of times by the evil spirits, were horribly dry, even so badly that the skin of his mouth stuck to the skin of his mouth when he parted them, and his fragile human body could not resist such endless demands.

The taste of blood spread from one person’s lips to both, and Jiang Luo turned his head away, too annoyed to continue, but the evil spirit was like a shark that smelled blood and came after it, not letting go of a single bit of it.

In the dark mist it was as quiet as if they were the only two people in the world, the sound of gasping breaths overlapping. I don’t know how long it took, but Jiang Luo was so deprived of oxygen that his eyes went black when the evil spirit finally left his lips.

“……” Jiang Luo opened his lips, a silky, dense pain on them, as if every inch of flesh had been put inside his lips and tasted properly by the evil spirit, “Chi You .”

His voice was dry and hoarse too, and amidst the dryness, the heat and exhalation of the sultry breath burned beyond belief, “Are you a dog?”

The evil spirit looked down at him, the knot in his throat rolling, the ghostly depths heavy in his gaze.

Handsome human faces shattered to the ground, the devil’s greedy twist floating on their faces.

But it is incomparably hot, ardent, like a handful of scarlet fire.

Jiang Luo can feel his presence sweeping over his body, over his lips, down his neck, and then, as substantial as ever, onto Jiang Luo’s collarbone.

Jiang Luo’s breath caught in his throat, his throat aching and itching under this gaze. He cranes his neck to relieve the itch, his long neck is smooth and white, and the evil spirit’s gaze burns even hotter. The sight of the evil spirits intensified, sending chills down Jiang Luo’s spine, but at the same time stirring the excitement hidden in his instinctive blood, his heart pounding and beating faster and faster.

Jiang Luo’s face is crimson and his lips are bloodstained red. The corners of his lips curved higher and higher, and he looked at the evil spirits like a voluptuous ghost that would seduce people to hell.

” Chi You ,” he stood relaxed, his collar wrinkled by the evil spirits and the wall, and hanging down over his as glowing shoulders, “you look a …… wretched sight now. ”

A few strands of the dark-haired youth’s hair were hooked onto Chi You’s body, and even though he was restrained by his hands and pinned in such an isolated and deserted corner, his aura and posture looked like he had the upper hand.

Jiang Luo smiled nastily and said languidly, “Pathetic as a beggar, need I give you a few coins?”

Chi You sighed and whispered, “Sharp-tongued.”

The black mist burrows through Jiang Luo’s trouser leg and creeps upwards with deliberate slowness. From the calf upwards, it twisted and snaked, sparing no inch of skin, itching and raising goose bumps. Jiang Luo’s expression froze and he warned in a cold voice, “Remove the black mist.”

Chi You’s hand is placed on Jiang Luo’s back.

It seemed to have been placed there casually, but it gave Jiang Luo a sudden sense of crisis. For this hand was slowly rubbing his clothes.

The technique is rusty and inappropriate, but the desire it contains is like a wildfire, a mad obsession that cannot be escaped.

Extremely teasing.

Jiang Luo’s voice deepened as he frowned, “Let go, I’ll do it.”

“You’re coming?”

The evil spirit stifled a few chuckles, “No, I’ll have to do that sort of thing again.”

Jiang Luo’s eyelids fluttered and his voice finally took on a subtle note of panic, “What do you mean?”

The evil spirit clutched his neck and tasted it as he laughed delightfully, “What do you mean by that?”

The evil spirit, who had never had such lust before, was so excited that his eyes seemed to glow scarlet, and his human skin slowly came off as he smiled, “Of course it means – to fuck you.”

He picked up Jiang Luo’s collar, the dead blood rolling more rapidly, “Of course you would satisfy your lover’s needs as best you could, wouldn’t you?”

These are the words Jiang Luo once said to Chi You, who was pretending to be Brother Qiao.

Jiang Luo’s heart is absurd.

The voice gradually rose, “You’re going to fuck me?!”

The evil spirit’s smiling face and dark, frightening eyes gave him the answer.

Jiang Luo’s breath hitched, wasn’t he on Chi You?

Why did you become Chi You up on him?

His face darkened abruptly, his breath floating as the evil spirits kissed their way down his neck, and when they reached a certain dangerous threshold, Jiang Luo suppressed his voice and said, “Chi You, if you go too far again, I will castrate you afterwards.”

The evil spirit’s chest quivered, “If you can do it.”

*

The evil spirit’s hand stroked Jiang Luo’s leg.

Jiang Luo is sweating profusely as he struggles for a long time, sweat sliding down his chin and a sickly redness rising from his face, stifling heat and restlessness mixed with anger.

Jiang Luo bit into his neck and threatened again, “Get your fucking hands off me.”

The evil spirit’s hand was over his chest, where his heart was beating faster and faster, and the evil spirit said meaningfully, “It’s beating faster and faster.”

Jiang Luo’s body was crawling with an unknown amount of black mist, and he grunted as the evil spirit’s hand kneaded down his arm.

Danger.

Jiang Luo’s heart was beating almost to its limit, he could even hear his own heartbeat clearly, the evil spirit was crouching on Jiang Luo’s shoulder and neck, Jiang Luo cursed in a low voice, but the more he cursed, the more excited the evil spirit became.

Jiang Luo’s panic grew and his sense of crisis intensified. In the nick of time, a golden Fu Lu suddenly flashed around his neck and in the next instant, he disappeared from the alleyway.

Life-preserving charm.

The evil spirit maintained his hold on Jiang Luo, whose lips should have continued to be pressed against his neck.

The arms are empty.

Chi You’s face sank in a rare moment, so hard it could have dripped ink.

” Tian Shifu ……”

*

After a moment of dizziness, Jiang Luo fell heavily to the floor of the Feng family hall.

The rune on his neck was so hot that Jiang Luo’s eyes went black, and it took him a long time to realise that the life saving charm Feng Li had drawn for him had taken effect.

He teleported directly from the alley to the place where Feng Li had drawn the talisman for him.

Jiang Luo staggered to his feet, propping himself up on the sofa. How could it be so powerful?

No, the most important thing is ……

His mind flashed back to the disbelieving look on the evil spirit’s face when he noticed the Fu Lu flashing past Jin Guang around his neck.

Jiang Luo suddenly burst out laughing and gloating, “Hahahahaha.”

Let him go on the air.

Fuckin’ Chi You.