If the body becomes stiff, the movements become slower, the reaction becomes sluggish, the speech becomes clumsy, and the brain becomes dull can all be explained by illness, then what can be said about bloodthirsty desire Well, if it's psychosis it seems to work.
But Pan Xiaoxian won't admit that he is mentally ill, he feels that the more he thinks about it, the more confused he becomes, so he simply doesn't think about it, drags his head with heavy steps, and seems to be very depressed and decadent and returns to the dormitory according to the inertia of life.
"Pan donkey, you're back" A tall, big and strong guy punched Pan Xiaoxian in the chest: "Tonight, all of our dormitories will go to the Internet café to stay overnight, just waiting for you" Nimapan lost his balance in an instant, and fell straight back like a felled wooden stake.
"Phew" Pan Xiaoxian's back hit the door panel hard, and it didn't hurt at all Pan Xiaoxian, who didn't notice this, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, so how important it is to develop a good habit of closing the door casually, if he didn't close the door casually, it would definitely be gorgeous again "Why are you so weak and can't help the wind, Pan Donkey" The tall and strong hurriedly held Pan Xiaoxian's shoulders, and looked at Pan Xiaoxian with a strange expression: "You kid shouldn't have played all night last night and didn't come back until now?"
His name is winger, and although he is tall, big and strong, he has a small head that looks very disproportionate, but his nickname is also called "Big Head".
Many people don't understand why he is nicknamed "Big Head" despite being a small head, but those who have met him in public baths think that this nickname is very appropriate, and all in all, it is very close to the origin of the nickname "Pan Donkey".
"You're fighting hard to get a three-piece suit," another short, skinny, small guy exclaimed.
His name is Huang Jian, nicknamed "Slut", as for his nickname, no one has any objections, it is simply expected.
"All night long, you forgot that Pan Donkey went out to work today," the only fat man in the dormitory shook his fat body and squeezed his eyebrows and put his eyebrows on Pan Xiaoxian's shoulder and said: "It's not that my brother said you, Xiao Yiqing is very injured and strong and ashes."
This fat man's name is Mi Chunlin, nicknamed "Tire", this nickname is also undisputed, whether it is his name or the big trap and small circle on his body, round and round "lifebuoy", it is appropriate to be the image spokesperson for the tire. thought that he would be beaten after finishing speaking, and the tire bounced out with unscientific agility, but to his surprise, Pan Xiaoxian did not chase him, but stood in place with his head hanging and silent, as if he was being said to be guilty.
No, it's really hard to get rid of the ashes, the big head, the slut and the tire look at each other, it's embarrassing "I" Pan Xiaoxian finally reacted, blaming the three Bichi for speaking too fast, he didn't turn his mind for a while, and when he figured it out, he wanted to say what these good friends didn't give him a chance.
"Ahem, I said brother, don't care, people aren't crazy teenagers, I think I masturbated seven times in one night when I was the craziest" The slut comforted Pan Xiaoxian in his unique way, although it was a little dirty, but the starting point was good.
"Pan Donkey, you can rest in the dormitory, your body is the capital of the game."
The big head patted Pan Xiaoxian's shoulder, and Pan Xiaoxian couldn't find where the center of gravity was: "We are young, not afraid, and we are a good man after sleeping all night" "Yes, you can rest well in the dormitory, and we won't bother you to recuperate."
The tires pushed Pan Xiaoxian, who was "pale and speechless when he was told about the central matter", to his bed: "Sleep, sleep, we will bring you breakfast tomorrow morning." ” "No" Pan Xiaoxian also tried to save his image, if this matter is not clarified, I don't know what kind of bloody storm it will set off in the class.
Because of his nickname of "Pan Donkey", he didn't dare to go to the public bathroom, and he always felt that he was being noticed by everyone.
Fortunately, everyone lowered their heads in shame after seeing it, but his nickname of "Pan Donkey" became louder and louder, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.
Pan Xiaoxian can imagine that with these few blue pools, maybe tomorrow he will have another "kidney deficiency master" law name "Okay, don't explain, explanation is cover-up, cover-up is the truth" The slut said cheaply: "Don't worry, brother, we won't laugh at you, who hasn't had an unspeakable hide" "Really, no, yes" Pan Xiaoxian was anxious, raised his head and wanted to defend himself, he had worked hard to speed up his speech, it sounded like a person speaking word by word, Pan Xiaoxian felt that this was not bad, it seemed that he spoke very strongly, but when he saw his face, the tires, big heads and sluts were stunned.
"And say no" The slut pointed to Pan Xiaoxian's face and said angrily and funny: "Look at what you have become, this big black circle is as black as my Airo, these eyes are as red as the writing wheel eyes, this face is as pale as Killian, and these lips are as blue as Blanca."
"I just know it in my heart, I have to say it" The big head slapped the back of the slut's head, and then thought he was very decent and comforted Pan Xiaoxian: "Pan Donkey, you rest, tomorrow I will buy you a bowl of turtle soup and come back to make up for it." ” Actually, you are mending the knife, the corners of Pan Xiaoxian's mouth twitched stiffly twice, and he had no strength to defend anything.
The tires, big heads, and sluts were finally gone, and in order not to hurt Pan Xiaoxian's wounded heart, they couldn't help but laugh until they left the dormitory door.
The three Bichi Pan Xiaoxian are also drunk, but in fact, the relationship in their dormitory is quite harmonious, although they usually joke with each other, but the two months of sleeping and eating together have made them form a deep relationship Now that everyone is gone, Pan Xiaoxian staggered over and plugged the door into it, and then picked up the makeup mirror of the "second look" tire in the dormitory.
Don't look at the fat tires, but it's super narcissistic, every day in front of the mirror, comb your hair into a standard middle part, put hair wax on it, and then go out without messing up, and always laugh at others very confidently for being unkempt and lowering the average appearance of the dormitory.
Pan Xiaoxian's fingers trembled like a Parkinson's patient, and he picked up the makeup mirror and took a picture of himself, and suddenly shook in disbelief. only heard the sound of "click", it turned out that the mirror was crushed by his unintentional force, and in the cracked mirror fragments, Pan Xiaoxian opened his eyes and examined himself carefully.
This Nima is really me Pan Xiaoxian's hairstyle is a retro oblique punk hairstyle, which was all the rage at the beginning of this century, and many male stars like to cut this hairstyle, but now it is the end of the century, and this hairstyle has long been outdated, but with Pan Xiaoxian's anti-sky appearance, there is a kind of rebellious and lazy handsomeness.
At this time, the oblique bangs in front of his forehead hung down unkemptly, covering his eyes, revealing pale cheeks like paper, with a dark blue to almost black lip color, which turned out to be a kind of pathological beauty that made people feel pity.
Pan Xiaoxian stretched out his stiff fingers and slowly lifted his bangs, which suddenly produced a slow-motion visual effect like a TV commercial.
So he revealed his narrow Danfeng eyes, the pupils were weirdly dark red, and the whites of the eyes were a thin trace of blood like spider webs, coupled with the thick dark circles around the eyes, which made him add a strong demonic and evil temperament.
What surprised Pan Xiaoxian the most was the involuntary gaze in his eyes, empty, indifferent, and without a trace of emotion, but it was clearly not the emotion he wanted to show.
Pan Xiaoxian deliberately frowned, and suddenly the terrifying eyes condensed by the hidden negative emotions such as ferocity, ruthlessness, and bloodlust were released, even if he knew that the person in the mirror was himself, he felt a little frightened.
Suddenly, Pan Xiaoxian noticed that there seemed to be some lines on his neck, he pulled his collar and tilted his face to look in the mirror, this action was really difficult for him, he even felt as if he heard a jerky "click" sound from his cervical spine as if it was about to break.
Sure enough, he saw from the mirror that the blue-black veins extended from his own collarbone to his neck, and he didn't know if he had lost weight His collarbone now looks clear and sexy, the pale skin with the blue-black vein lines looks like a totem tattoo style, full of mysterious, weird, and evil beauty, but it is natural.
Pan Xiaoxian subconsciously rubbed the blue-black vein lines with his stiff fingers, but he didn't control his strength, and he rubbed off a piece of flesh at once Pan Xiaoxian was holding a piece of his own flesh in his hand, messy in the wind.
Meat, meat, you will break up if you don't agree with each other I just rubbed it lightly, and your swelling fell off Wait a minute, something doesn't seem right Pan Xiaoxian looked at the flesh in his hand, the blood on the flesh was dark red, sticky like ketchup, and what was even more amazing was that this piece of flesh and skin, which had obviously been separated from his body, seemed to be alive, and was still squirming gently in his hand.
I've been masturbating too much lately Pan Xiaoxian took a closer look at the piece of skin and flesh in his hand, and saw that countless translucent small tentacles seemed to have been born on the piece of skin, which was constantly exploring in all directions, as if he was looking for something.
And he didn't even go through the brain What the hell am I doing, Pan Xiaoxian felt that he might really be mentally ill, and even if he didn't, he would have to be scared out of mental illness He hurriedly wanted to take down the piece of flesh again, but he didn't expect that the place where his hand touched it turned out to be smooth.
How could this be like this, Pan Xiaoxian used the broken mirror to look at it again, and saw that the place where the skin and flesh had just fallen had been healed If it weren't for the fact that he could still see a little translucent tentacle tangling and merging with each other from the corners and corners, he couldn't believe that he had just lost a piece of flesh and skin.
Self-healing ability I'm going to heaven Pan Xiaoxian was stunned, he sat on the edge of the bed and held the mirror and didn't know how long he was stunned, and suddenly remembered that he took the broken mirror and looked at his face: Where is this still a person, it is clearly a common zombie in science fiction movies and novels Still, it's so handsome t1706231537: