the castration plan

Chapter 60

Bemuir squatted at home, cut off all communication with the outside world, fell asleep when sleepy, ate takeaway, played games when he woke up, and changed medicine from inhalation to injection.

He often had a dream when he was 16 years old. On that day, he saw many shapes of women's breasts: conical, figure-shaped, gourd-shaped, plump like a peach, and shriveled with only purple-black raisins and a little pitiful skin folds.

He was intimidated by horrible, violent and bloody hallucinations all day long. After waking up from the nightmare, he rushed to the bathroom and vomited until dawn.The helpless fear of inescapable fate, the waves of grief and despair filled his life, leaving no room for other emotions.

After half a month of being so muddled, he lost two and a half catties, and his pheromones turned into stale jasmine scents, and even rotten fruits.

When Shen Lu knocked on the door of his house, he saw this half-buried appearance.

Baymuir staggered face down on the couch.

"What's the matter with you, Xilu?" Shen Lu almost forgot to push in the suitcase, and quickly helped him sit down, "Did you take your medicine well? Where's your husband?"

Baymuir lazily flicked the glass of the fish tank with his fingernails, the paleness penetrating into the deep layer of the skin was like a supernatural creature that needed a large amount of hemoglobin supplementation.

He just said: "Where's Jormo? Didn't I ask you to bring Jormo?"

"In the aquarium?" Shen Lu wanted to cheer him up, pretending to be a playboy and pretending to be relaxed, and the sentence with the tilde came out of his mouth strangely, "Hey, it's not you who said the city The director of the aquarium has been chasing you for three months, and if you release a species that is about to become extinct, will he also cover the government for you? Why, we, Beibei, are so popular that people forget about it?"

"I want Jormo..." Baymuir lay on the empty dining table, touching his few smooth ribs with his fingers, his eyeballs flickering like two pieces of green rust, muttering, "Jormo, Jormo, I don't care , I want Jormo to accompany me..."

Three hours later, the bank's money transport-level escort sent a container, and several armed elites jumped out of the car, and eight sedan chairs carried a huge object through the door.

It was a large ice cube similar to a turpentine fossil, with a jewel-like luster and crystal clearness.Baymuir tapped a few times with a hammer, and slowly opened the crack.

Gradually, like an oviparous animal breaking its shell, a gigantic snake head emerged.

Baymuir immediately put his arms around its neck, pressed one side of his tear-wet face tightly against it, poked its nose and mouth, and showed a big happy smile, as if he saw it with some kind of inner eye. It looks back with equal joy, lovingly.

This is a giant sea snake more than ten meters long, with pure gold vertical pupils, snow-white body, white abdomen like a lotus flower, and a golden spot in the shape of an inverted V.Such a magical and naturally beautiful appearance is like a plesiosaur still living in the ocean.

"Xi Lu, don't get so close!" Shen Lu was terrified, "Let me tell you, I don't even mention the species of Jormo, but sea snakes are generally more poisonous than land snakes, and land prey can pick up corpses when they die. The snakes in the sea must die immediately if they bite, otherwise they will not be found, so the snakes that are not poisonous enough have already survived the fittest and become extinct!"

Jormo's body looks soft like moss, but it is actually as hard as tank armor. The whole body is covered with special granular scales to prevent water loss and resist water pressure.

This hermaphrodite spiny snake has an extremely ferocious personality and can chase its prey at an astonishing lightning speed of up to 9000 meters per hour. Legend has it that it can catch up with a running horse.

They have lived in the shallowest, cleanest, and iciest waters of the Bering Strait in the Arctic for generations, and there are less than ten of them in the world.The scientific name in Greek is "The Gold of the Glacier, the Star Envoy Looking Up at Ursa Major", and the simple and rough Semitic language calls it "Unresolved and waiting to die".

"Jormo won't, it knows me, we grew up together, and no one will bite me." Bemuir seemed to have absorbed the magic of eternal youth from a cold-blooded animal, and his smile became bright and full again, "Yes Isn't it Jormo?"

Baimuer's first name was Jormungand in Norse mythology, and he became Jormo when he called it.

Jormo's whole body quickly left the ice cave, and the room was ridiculously small in an instant.I don't know what was irritated, it suddenly jumped up vertically and attacked the ceiling above the head, and the sharp glass shards almost pierced into Shen Lu's shoulder.

Then, it bites a fern and does not let go, and the green branches and leaves are quickly charred and smoking. The front end of Jormo's upper jaw was tilted upwards, and the flexibly rotating head was tearing continuously. The penetrating tusks injected more than seven milliliters of poison at one time, enough to kill an African elephant.

"Jormo..." Bemuir curled his lips in displeasure, "Be good."

Then, it flattened the narrow neck folds, rolled up Bamuir's bare feet wearing velvet slippers, raised two-thirds of the body, and the heavy body, which was thicker than his waist, slowly moved upwards. coil.

Under the extremely wet and sticky bondage, the blood-congested plump white flesh of Omega's legs and buttocks overflowed, making her look particularly red and obscene.It's like a prelude to copulation, and it's like the natural egg protection habit of a beast.

The upper and lower jaws moved in turn, and the salmon-colored snake letter licked the long traces of crystal tears on its cheeks, as if swallowing rosy rouge, and finally stopped on the lips of its owner.

Baymuir's lips were very red, especially in snowy seasons, and their beauty was beyond words.

"Be good, I'll give you a kiss for a while." Bemuir was beside him as soft and weak as a naked toddler, watching it and smiling, eyelashes stretched like a cloud of lace, fingers soaked in ambergris slid over its scales, Stretch out your tongue to curl up the forked letter that is as delicate as a golden nib, the shape of your mouth seems to accommodate some kind of enlarged sponge, and finally lick the canal of its front teeth, "Little colored snake."

It's not uncommon to see Shen Lu, but the Alphas who escorted it were so frightened that their legs were numb, and they were only one step away from peeing their pants, but they couldn't help but look at such a bizarre and beautiful picture. The snake even made a moderate metallic trill, like some kind of erotic call.

Baymuir ate a chunk of pineapple, three bowls of hot broth, lots of chocolate puffs and rye whiskey.

After he was full, he cracked his knuckles, and quickly regained the wild cat temperament that never takes it lightly, and the absolute confidence that he has the power to control life and death between his eyebrows.

"I knew a snake would be more useful than my [-] words, and I would have brought it here." Shen Lu said gratifiedly, but soon thought of a problem, "You have to send it back to the aquarium if you are tired of it. Amphibious, how long can it live without touching the sea?"

Bemuir poured a large bag of edible salt into the glazed bathtub, blew a whistle, and summoned his beloved pet to climb in, and raised his chin arrogantly: "A few months, at most."

"But that's enough, it doesn't have to live that long." Bemuir took a selfie in the mirror, and after washing off the bleach, he had blonde hair that was unearthly beautiful.

He circled the date of Easter on the calendar, fixed his eyes on the winged angel statue in the living room, and fondled the snake head as hard as holly and oak: "I don't need it either."

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