[Quick Travel] Raider God Project

Chapter 1557

It was pitch black in the unlit room, and a slender figure lay curled up on the sofa.

In a restaurant not far away, there were two cold heart-shaped steaks on the table, top-quality red wine that had no chance to be unsealed, and candles lit beside it, it could be seen that it had been burning for a long time.

At this time, footsteps from far and near came suddenly outside the door, as well as faint voices.

The originally curled up figure trembled slightly, and then slowly sat up from the sofa.

At this time, the voice outside the door became more and more clear, and it was directly transmitted into the house.

"Mr. Zhou, be careful, there are steps here."

"Mr. Zhou, when you get home, I won't accompany you in, lest Mrs. Zhou get angry when she sees it..."

It was his husband who was waiting, smelling of alcohol, hugging a man with heavy makeup and flirtatious clothes, and was very intimate.

"Ah Hao..."

The young man fixed his eyes on the man in front of him, but his legs seemed to be nailed in place, unable to move at all.

An incomparably charming voice rang in his ears, and the young man on the sofa stood up at once.

He walked forward a few steps, and suddenly opened the door, but the scene that appeared in front of his eyes was like a sharp knife piercing into his heart.

Today is his and her husband's third wedding anniversary, and he prepared everything meticulously, from evening till midnight.

As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed the man's lips accurately, as if there was no one else around, as if the young man opposite was the air.

They kissed inseparably, the young man stood on the spot, his fingers clenched tightly, and his fingertips sank into the flesh of his palm, leaving a string of blood-red fingerprints.

The pale and bloodless lips were bitten by him, mottled marks were all over the place, and a lot of blood had already leaked from the wound.

"Mr. Zhou, stop making trouble, your wife is here..."

The coquettish man stretched out his hand and gently pushed Zhou Hao's shoulder. The hand with the red nails looked extraordinarily eye-catching, and instantly stabbed Gu Sheng's eyes red.

Zhou Hao stretched out his hand and pinched his waist hard, his voice was indifferent and sarcastic, "I'm widowed, where did my wife come from! Little fairy, I like talking nonsense so much, see if I don't punish you properly!"

The coquettish man shrieked and pushed Zhou Hao away, frantically stroked his hair, looked at the wine stains on his clothes, and jumped angrily.

Zhou Hao turned around expressionlessly, looked indifferently at the young man standing opposite him with black eyes, and smiled sarcastically with his lips curled up, which was very ironic.

"Get out, if you don't get out, the next bottle of wine will hit your head!"

In the next second, his expression changed suddenly, he picked up the red wine bottle prepared on the table, pointed it at the door behind them, and slammed it hard.

With a "bang", the wine bottle burst, and the purple wine splashed all over their bodies and faces.

"Ah... you are crazy, my clothes, my hair!"

"Zhou Hao, do you have to humiliate me like this? It's not enough to spend time outside, but you have to bring it home!"

The man was dressed so gaudy, it looked like the kind sold in nightclubs.

Seeing Zhou Hao's indifferent attitude, the young man was so angry that he was trembling all over, his heart seemed to be wrapped in the coldest ice, which made his bones ache.

The red eyes of the young man glared at the alluring man with a menacing look, making no one doubt the truth of his words.

"Humph!"

The coquettish man stomped his feet fiercely, glanced at Zhou Hao, saw that he didn't respond, turned around and left boringly.

In the end, I could only give up my heart, and simply bit down hard.

Before he could bite him, Zhou Hao retreated quickly, looking at him coldly with a pair of black eyes.

"Lu Sheng, drive away the person I brought back, you just want to do it yourself, why do you have to look so conceited!"

Zhou Hao looked at him, stepped forward suddenly, reached out and clasped his wrist violently, and pressed him against the wall in the next second.

The alcohol-smelling kisses pressed down overwhelmingly, with an unfamiliar smell of makeup and powder, the smell was so strong that it made people sick.

The young man's eyes were suffocated, and he stretched out his hand to push the man who was holding him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push him even a little bit.

"Zhou Hao, you bastard!"

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, the young man gritted his teeth and stared at him, then raised his hand and slapped him.

The wrist was grasped lightly and deftly, and Zhou Hao looked at him so calmly that there was almost no ups and downs, except for contempt.

"Zhou Hao, you bastard, what do you take me for!"

His words stung his heart again, and the youth's eyes instantly became hot, and a layer of water vapor quickly covered them.

"What do you think of you? Heh..." Zhou Hao looked down at him with extreme contempt in his eyes, and sneered in a low voice, "Of course she is a free prostitute!"

There is a crimson tooth mark on the shoulder blade, biting deeply, as if wishing not to bite off a piece of skin.

Zhou Hao stretched out his hand to grab his chin, rubbed the tears off his cheeks with his fingertips, and said word by word, "Lu Sheng, remember your identity, don't try to meddle in my affairs. You are so important to me. As far as I'm concerned, it's just a tool to maintain the interests of the group, don't use the name of Mrs. Zhou to show me off. My wife was never you!"

When the young man heard these words, his heart tightened in vain. After three years, could he still not forget that person?

"Why, am I wrong? Lu Sheng, what do you think you are!"

"what……"

The young man was about to speak out with anger welling up in his heart, but Zhou Hao bent down and bit him hard, and he screamed in pain instantly.

Accompanied by his voice, there was a "hissing", and the shirt on the young man was suddenly ripped open by him forcefully.

In the next second, Zhou Hao pinched his waist and pushed him to the ground, and quickly fell on top of him.

The screams were choked at the throat, and the young man's eyes widened, and he almost lost his breath from the pain.

He raised his eyes, and smiled coolly on his lips, "Zhou Hao, I'm not your wife, who is? Gu Yi? Don't forget, he died three years ago, in your arms !"

As soon as the words fell, he felt the temperature around the man suppressing him suddenly drop several degrees, followed by a sharp pain in his jaw, and a cold voice slowly rang in his ears.

"Lu Sheng, don't let me hear Xiaoyi's name from your mouth again, you don't deserve it!"

With a "crash", everything carefully prepared by the young man on the table was ruthlessly swept to the ground by Zhou Hao.

"Candlelight dinner..." He snorted heavily, "Lu Hao, today, three years ago, Xiaoyi was killed by your Lu family, and you still have the mood to play with these things on his death day! Let me tell you, You are never worthy of the word Mrs. Zhou, you are only worthy of being fucked by me like a prostitute!"

The young man lay powerlessly on his back on the table, seeing the sternness and endless hatred in Zhou Hao's eyes, his heart throbbed in pain until he was almost numb.

"Lu Sheng, cry out when it hurts, I like to hear you screaming for pain, I want you to die of pain!"

Zhou Hao's appearance at this time was like a mad beast. The young man bit his lip, tears fell drop by drop on the floor, the pain in his body was not as good as the pain in his heart.

Gu Yi died for three years, Zhou Hao hated him for three years, even though his death was an accident!

From the beginning, Lu Sheng floated in the room in the form of a transparent soul body, and witnessed a series of things that this scumbag named Zhou Hao did to the original owner of this small world also named Lu Sheng.

In the past, he was directly worn on the body of the original owner of the small world. He really wasn't like this world, witnessing everything with his own eyes, witnessing all the despair of the original owner.

The wobbly big white light circle slowly floated to the side of Lu Sheng's soul body at this time, and also glanced at the young man who fell on the floor.

The sky was spinning before his eyes, and he couldn't help it anymore. He tilted his head and lost consciousness.

After the young man lying on the floor lost consciousness, a certain soul body that was floating in midair slowly floated down.

"444, what's going on?"

After all, he had just witnessed the atrocities committed by scumbags against the original owner, so it would be a bit awkward psychologically for him to use this body directly.

"I'll use my body."

The big white circle of light nodded, and immediately the young man on the floor was enveloped by a burst of light golden light, and then completely disappeared in front of his eyes.

[Great, it should be that we came earlier, so we made a little mistake.But I analyzed it just now, the original owner's conscious body will disappear after a while, and you can freely choose whether to use the original owner's body or your own body. 】

This can be regarded as a little special ability given to 444 after the main system of the last world came.

Hearing this, Lu Sheng looked down at the original owner lying on the floor with a mess all over his body, and frowned obviously.

In the room, Zhou Hao was taking a shower in the bathroom, and there was the sound of dripping water.

He frowned, glanced coldly at the side of the room, then turned and walked towards the opposite studio.

The original owner was a painter, and he was a little famous. He had an independent studio, and he almost always stayed in the studio to paint when he had nothing to do.

At the same time, Lu Sheng's soul body disappeared before his eyes, and instantly appeared where the original owner was lying.

444 also swooped down and got into Lu Sheng's sea of ​​consciousness. A halo of light flashed on his body, and then there were some ambiguous marks on his body, but they were only left on the visible places like neck and neckline.

Scattered on the floor were the torn clothes of the original owner, but Lu Sheng was already wrapped in a black silk nightgown. He picked up the rags expressionlessly and threw them on the In the trash can next to it.

This painting is as if he has drawn it thousands of times, and he can draw every stroke carefully without recalling the appearance of that person, and there is nothing wrong with it.

After looking at it for a while, the tenderness and nostalgia in Lu Sheng's eyes slowly disappeared. He sighed softly, then reached out and took the drawing paper directly from the drawing board holder.

Naturally, the main god he painted was the main god, but he didn't know when the main god would appear in this world, what kind of identity it was, and what memory he had.

Lu Sheng sat in front of the easel, sketching delicately with the tip of the pen, and soon a complete painting appeared on the paper.

It was a handsome man, from the recumbent sword eyebrows to the straight bridge of the nose, as well as those obsidian-like dazzling eyes, and the chiseled contours, every detail was just right, very similar to the painting, as if a real person in front of.

He was still holding a paintbrush in his hand, quietly looking at the drawing paper in front of him, his slender fingers stretched out to caress every outline on the drawing paper as if he had a sense of himself.

What's more, I don't know how long this forced time travel will last. Although it's similar to before, every time I see these scumbags, it's still very disgusting.

I hope that in this world, the main god will appear sooner, otherwise he might act too aggressively!