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Anchor Hall
Chapter 285: Wait a minute, how should he leave?
After finishing speaking, Wu Zhu closed his eyes once again, seemingly no longer preparing to say anything further.
“……”
Wen Jianyan stood still, unable to help but feel a slight shock.
The longest time to maintain rationality was… three minutes.
Even counting from when the other person opened his eyes, at least one or two minutes had already passed!
And if counting from when he entered this dream space…
Wen Jianyan’s back suddenly felt cold, and a sense of ominous premonition rose in his heart.
Although he hadn’t brought a watch in, no matter how he looked at it, those three minutes must be coming to an end!
Moreover, wait a minute, how should he leave?
That piece of brown paper didn’t seem to mention it separately!
Wen Jianyan couldn’t help but gasp.
He focused on Wu Zhu, who was close at hand, his eyes tightly shut, seemingly having fallen into slumber once again. He looked very peaceful, but in Wen Jianyan’s eyes, he resembled a barrel of explosives that could explode at any moment, instantly triggering an unparalleled sense of crisis.
In that moment, Wen Jianyan suddenly realized that the distance between him and Wu Zhu…
Was simply too close.
Just now, to speak with the other person, he had stepped right in front of Wu Zhu. Although the serpent eating its own tail was coiled around the other’s hand, it didn’t seem to function like a binding strap in the real world; it was more like a kind of energy confinement that could not physically restrict the other’s range of movement. After all, just moments ago, Wu Zhu had maintained this posture and had raised his hand to grab his wrist.
No matter what, he should first pull back the distance.
Wen Jianyan slowly stepped back.
At the very least, he should return to the room where he initially woke up and think about how to—
In the next second, he met a pair of suddenly opened golden eyes.
The inorganic eyes resembled molten golden liquid; the cold and suppressed expression of rationality was completely swallowed, leaving only a chaotic and primitive obsession, filled with a violent aura of plundering, destruction, and venting.
He looked quite similar to the Wu Zhu Wen Jianyan had first encountered, yet not entirely the same.
He recognized Wen Jianyan.
And clearly remembered all the things he had done.
But he had no corresponding self-control.
The shackles of rationality lost their effect, and the beast freed from its cage ran out.
“!”
A strong sense of danger surged through Wen Jianyan’s mind.
He didn’t have time to think further; without hesitation, he turned around and ran wildly in the direction he had come from.
However, in the next second, something grabbed his wrist, waist, and calf at the same time.
Wen Jianyan’s pupils constricted, and he lost his center of gravity, being unexpectedly pulled down to the ground.
Behind him, the unseen shadow roiled, the solid darkness dragging Wen Jianyan back after he had barely run a few steps.
” ! “
Wen Jianyan was turned over in fright.
Above him was the pale, godlike beautiful face of the other.
In the darkness, the golden eyes flickered with terrifying firelight.
“Ding dang—”
The serpent eating its own tail on Wu Zhu’s wrist emitted a crisp sound of metal clashing.
He leaned down without saying a word, his cold, jet-black hair cascading down like flowing water, covering the young man beneath him.
In the next second, Wen Jianyan felt his throat being roughly constricted by the other’s fingers.
The fingers tightened, making a cracking sound in his throat, and the air in his chest was rapidly consumed.
“I curse you!”
Wen Jianyan, under the grip of the man’s cold palm, struggled to tilt his head back. He clawed at the other’s hand, cursing fiercely while struggling violently.
In the scuffle, his slippers flew off.
The furry, croaking slippers lay on the ground, appearing ugly and pitiful.
He kicked hard at Wu Zhu’s shoulder with his bare foot.
Wu Zhu’s body swayed slightly, pulling back some distance.
Good opportunity!
Wen Jianyan seized the chance and scrambled toward the distance in a flurry.
However, before he had crawled away for long, he felt a cold hand gripping his ankle like an iron hoop.
“Ah!”
Wen Jianyan let out a startled cry.
In the next second, a powerful force came at him, and before he could escape, he was pulled back by his ankle.
“……”
Wu Zhu lowered his eyes, gazing at the struggling young man below, who was cursing and swearing.
The dark golden cracks on his chest remained unhealed, still causing him pain, fueling a strong, uncontrollable anger.
But at the same time…
Another place started to ache as well.
“Ah!”
Wen Jianyan gasped in shock.
The other leaned down and bit into his throat, like a predator clamping down on its prey, but not actually severing his trachea, just teasing playfully.
Greedy, hungry, wild, and primitive.
“!”
Wen Jianyan widened his eyes in disbelief, hissing as he gasped for breath, his whole body jolting with more intensity.
Wu Zhu seemed invigorated by this, tightening his fingers while sinking his teeth deeper, his sharp teeth embedding into the vulnerable throat. Warm, salty blood seeped out, the throat trembled violently between the teeth, and the blood vessels pumping hot blood throbbed beneath the skin.
In the next second, Wen Jianyan suddenly realized just how…
“Let go!!”
He cried out, beads of sweat forming on his anxious brow.
Wu Zhu remained indifferent.
“I said… let me go!”
Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth, the last three words squeezed out from between his teeth, echoing strangely in the darkness.
In the next moment, the serpent eating its own tail trembled slightly, seemingly emitting a faint glow.
Without warning, Wu Zhu, who had just been acting wantonly, was violently pulled back by some unseen force. The solid portion of darkness that had just materialized disintegrated, turning back into an unconscious current that swirled around his feet.
“Haha!”
Wen Jianyan gasped for air.
Those last two words seemed to have drained half his strength, causing the once lively young man to grow weak.
This feeling of weakness came quickly and left just as fast.
Wen Jianyan braced himself on one hand, struggling to lift his upper body.
He raised a hand to touch his throat, hissing as he drew in a breath.
He had been bitten and was bleeding.
Even without a mirror, Wen Jianyan knew there would be a deep bite mark on his Adam’s apple, and blood was still slowly oozing out.
This guy…
Wen Jianyan glared at Wu Zhu in front of him.
Wu Zhu’s hands were once again suspended in mid-air by the serpent eating its own tail.
The dark golden cracks at the center of his chest seemed to have become even more pronounced, the muscular outline of his upper body taut and stretched, as if he were resisting some invisible force. A palpable power surged forth, and the runes on his pale skin appeared increasingly dark and eerie.
Yet, those burning eyes were still firmly locked onto Wen Jianyan.
“……”
Wen Jianyan scowled and stood up.
His already loose t-shirt had become even more ragged during the struggle, the collar stretched wide, exposing a large portion of his chest and shoulder, while the text on it had been twisted and distorted, looking comical.
One of his slippers had been flung far away, leaving him standing barefoot on the ground.
He raised his hand, twirled the ring at the base of his finger, and sneered, “Good, so that’s how the serpent is used. Now I understand.”
It seemed that it could not only imprison a fragment of Wu Zhu but also forcibly issue commands to control what he could or couldn’t do.
That was how it should be.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be possible to use it in the Fantasy Amusement Park instance, making Wu Zhu’s soul fragment the fuel and source for the entire instance.
Wen Jianyan stepped closer.
Wu Zhu was restrained in place, his chest heaving rapidly, still silent.
He lacked the ability to speak, just like when they first met, but those eyes, unreservedly revealing emotions, conveyed too much information.
Greedy, yearning, fervent, furious.
Like a storm that could tear everything apart, a tide that could swallow everything.
Under that gaze, Wen Jianyan merely chuckled softly, leaning in under the other’s scrutiny:
“Thank you for letting me stay and watch such a good show. Otherwise, I might have taken a while to figure out how to use it.”
“—Keep pressing down.”
The commanding tone echoed in the dark space.
“Mm!”
A muffled grunt emerged from deep within the man’s throat. The darkness on the ground, like a quagmire, quickly swallowed him up to his waist, his hands firmly restrained by dark metallic rings, leaving him unable to move an inch.
“Ha.”
Wen Jianyan laughed.
He slowly lifted his bare foot, mockingly and insultingly stepping onto the other’s shoulder, smiling as he said:
“You’re truly my prisoner now.”
“In the literal sense.”
The young man’s legs were long, his bones proportionate and sturdy, his skin smooth and fair, covering strong lines. His calves were rounded and plump, the skin at the back of his joints soft and thin, easily yielding to a touch.
His feet were beautiful, blue veins winding beneath the pale skin, and the tips of his toes bore a hint of translucent pink.
Before entering this place, Wen Jianyan had just taken a shower.
His skin still retained some moisture, the scent of body wash warm and radiating with vibrant heat.
Wu Zhu’s gaze deepened, and suddenly, his Adam’s apple moved.
In the next moment, he turned his head and bit into Wen Jianyan’s calf.
He even licked it.
“Uh ah!”
Wen Jianyan truly did not expect the other to do this.
His back stiffened, and he quickly pulled his leg back, stumbling several steps backward before finally stabilizing himself.
“Are you a f*cking dog?!”
Wen Jianyan hurriedly looked down to check his calf.
This time, Wu Zhu’s bite wasn’t very hard, only leaving a shallow bite mark, pink and looking more like flirting than an attack.
Wu Zhu gazed at Wen Jianyan from a distance.
It seemed he didn’t quite understand the meaning behind the other’s words, merely scanning Wen Jianyan from head to toe with a blatant gaze. The blood-stained throat, the collar that hung loosely and had been pulled down, the calf with the pink bite mark, and the feet with just one slipper left…
He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips.
Even though the other did nothing, Wen Jianyan inexplicably felt as if he were being stripped bare by that gaze.
Standing there, the wound on his throat burned painfully, while his calf felt cold and itchy, making him uncomfortable all over.
Wen Jianyan couldn’t help but feel anger rising.
He glared at the other, gritting his teeth, and viciously threatened:
“Do you believe I’ll really stuff a bite block in your mouth?!”
