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When Lando re-entered the interrogation room, the soul attack had stopped, and Anthony was battling the constant pain on his body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Anthony was unable to use his energy due to the bioshock, which left him with a very serious *injury - Anthony actually hated * injuries because as long as he was *injured, it hurts. * If you are seriously injured, it will be very painful. And the pain on * is something that no amount of energy can do with the rules. If the energy is injured, it can be sealed, isolated, and repaired, while if you are injured and want not to hurt, you can only sleep in a sleeping chamber or find a doctor to prescribe painkillers. However, now there is no medical treatment here, no one to treat the injury, but the body does not have its own pain coma function, no matter how much pain you have to endure by yourself, I have to say that it is really a very painful thing - of course, as long as the pain does not die, it can always be endured. But whether it can be tolerated is one thing, and whether it hurts or not is another.

-- Tynyima hurts, I have never suffered this sin in my life! All evil slavery must be brought down!

At this time, Anthony finally knew the immorality of the bioelectric shock plus the whipping torture method. Under the continuous bioelectric shock, any mobilization of one's own energy will cause conflicts within the energy circulation system, thus causing harm to oneself. The intensity of the damage caused by the biological electric shock conflict is consistent with the height of the energy field, and the higher the energy level strength, the greater the damage to the energy field.

It's very bad, and beating yourself up is too much for life to bear.

The logic and the pros and cons of this Anthony himself knew very well - he knew it before he came, and it was not clear that he could not rush into the thief ship. So now that he has been on the thief ship, in order to pursue the advantages and avoid the disadvantages, and without planning to break through the restrictions of the rules, it is natural to protect his energy field from unnecessary heavy damage, and to pursue the doctrine of non-resistance and be abused by bioelectric shocks. There is no such thing as a free lunch, and the effort and effort are so small that it is not worth mentioning compared to the harvest that is about to be obtained.

In the final analysis, it is not a storm in the energy field! In terms of majesty and magnificence, it is not as good as the leap in the final breakthrough, and in terms of passion, she is not as good as the resonance of the healing cycle, of course, it is stimulating, but its little stimulation is more like smoking a □□ for a heavy addict, a fairly good game.

As for torture, that's not even a consideration -- this palace is so good, and you can still be afraid of being whipped? Small, just whip, whip hard, if you don't whip, I have to force you to whip. It's just a little flesh wound, the damage is small, the benefit is high, the input is the smallest and the output is the largest, of course, the heavier the pumping, the better. This palace is not a brother of the Acropolis who has never been on the battlefield, and this palace is also a glorious and injured lewd, when this palace was blown apart by the energy storm on the battlefield, and it was fought back, isn't there nothing to do!

Therefore, people who have not really been beaten consider the problem comprehensively!

Anthony never expected that once the blessing and buffer of the energy field were removed, his human body would be so weak?

Of course, he knew that he would inevitably become weak, but the weakness was beyond his realization—it was not his fault. Although not as arrogant as Su Yutian, Anthony is also a genius who became famous at a young age after all, and there are several contemporary legends that when he was nine years old, his energy field exploded and quickly broke through the low-level barrier, and the experience of not being protected by the energy field only existed before he was nine years old. And life before the age of nine is too far away for Anthony, so far away that everything has long become a weathered symbol in memory. He couldn't remember what it was like to fall, bump, or be whipped on the back by his mentor during training. All of his sensual experiences come from the age of nine, whether it's pain, pleasure, or anything else......

This gave him a great misleading!

He was confident on the torture table, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he was elated, and then he learned two rare words on the torture table - whipping into the inside and being painful.

Each whip is painful to the heart, pushing the understanding of pain, life, and philosophy to a new level. It hurts, it's really fatal. It is not right to laugh at life as death. Those ordinary people who became traitors and traitors under the torture of *, and were willing to be slaves, this palace will no longer look down on you.

By the time the torture was over, Anthony almost didn't want to do it. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that it would not be cost-effective to do it now, he would have not wanted to do it a long time ago.

In order to save the beating from being in vain, Anthony decided to do it for a while. Although it was torture and hardship, calculating Gu Hanhan's distance and time, he should have arrived in six or seven hours. It hurts, just this night, how embarrassing it is to give up halfway......

Therefore, when the chief of the Landu affairs came in, Anthony did not strangle him, but remembered him--this person was the squire trained by the family slave university? It was so interesting! Hongu wanted to talk to him for a while......

Lando didn't know he was being remembered. The fearless chief of affairs is now in a state of excitement, feeling that he is in just the right state, he can block people from killing, and God can block and kill gods, and no one can pull it. He first waved his hand vigorously and ordered the executioner to retreat, and then he laughed treacherously, and successfully laughed into a phenomenal villain with the superb acting skills that his old fritters could only have when the Acropolis was blown up.

"How does it feel, Lord Anthony?" he said, "and now we can talk." ”

The executioners tore open bags of occlusion and poured them on Anthony, did what they had to do, and then temporarily withdrew from the interrogation room. Anthony chuckled, "What are you talking about?"

This low smile should have been full of magnetism and male hormones, which could make the little girl scream, but it was a pity that the blood foam in Anthony's throat made his originally attractive low smile change the taste, and it sounded like the throat of a drowned ghost, let alone make the little girl scream, and even a dog couldn't attract it, let alone affect the blue affairs chief.

Then Mr. Chief smiled even more excitedly: "Of course I want to talk about you—"

"Look at the way you look now, your flesh and blood are blurred, covered in bruises, miserable and embarrassed, and there is a little bit of the dignity of Your Excellency the Potential," he walked up to Anthony and examined the wounds on his body as if he were a fine work of art, "Tut-tut, how good, like a! A disobedient should be like this, and that's it, the old men of the Acropolis love to see the like this." ”

Lan Du's gaze lingered on those hideous and terrible wounds for a long time, as if he was very intoxicated, and after looking at it for a long time, he reluctantly moved to Anthony's only intact face: "Ah, and here, this place doesn't look like a cheap slave." ”

"Don't worry," he whispered, licking the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "we won't hit you in the face, we never hit your face." It's a pity that such a handsome and beautiful face is broken, and I don't know how I will recognize you--I'm really curious, when the old men of the Acropolis who are desperately flattering to you and proud to lick your ass will see you dressed like a slut and be whipped here dressed as a roasted quail—"

"So, we never slap in the face!" said the finale, Chief Lando emphasized.

The seriousness of the Lando chief made Anthony laugh in his heart, but he couldn't laugh. Within a few minutes of pouring the acute occlusion, the power had already begun to come to the fore, the bleeding from his wound was stopped, the remaining muscles and fascia flickered and crackled, and they were burned by the energy arc, quickly shriveled and dehydrated, and forcibly contracted, as if the strength was like a high-power pump. The regeneration mechanism has begun to work under the stimulation of strong nutrients, and new granulations sprout at a speed visible to the naked eye, full of toughness, like spring seedlings that have broken through the ground, and suddenly break through the shrinking shackles and emerge. The sharp pain of contraction and the sharp pain of regeneration are intertwined, as well as itching and numbness, like a majestic symphony, like a small hacksaw, and then plucking the pulp nerve. This was even more painful than when he was subjected to electric shocks and torture before, which made Anthony very irritable and unhappy, and almost didn't want to talk to Lan Du anymore. What makes Anthony even more unhappy is that with the current injury and recovery speed, a whiplash may not be enough. This meant that he would have to take one or more beatings before his goddess arrived, as good as he had already suffered.

That's terrible!

Anthony's visibly depressed expression was so aptly amused that he could hardly control himself—look, a question is first of all a political one, and secondly a technical one, which is the origin and the surface, the source and the flow, the sun and the earth. What do those nerd technicians know? Political ability that technology can't have, political correctness is more important than anything else!

There was a palpable jolency in Mr. Clerk's voice.

"We don't have to do it," he said cheerfully, "you don't have to suffer such a sin, it makes no sense. We can cooperate, pleasant, very good cooperation. ”

"You're here for a purpose, why are you willing to take risks to navigate the Longtan Tiger's Den in the Acropolis and dress yourself up as a potential person. Think about it, Your Excellency, whatever you want to do when you come to the Lighthouse or the Acropolis, as long as the image is revealed, which is obviously in our hands, and can be done anytime and anywhere, and you know what we are capable of, you will not be able to accomplish anything, and your current steadfastness will be a joke?"

"Wise men are good at compromise and cooperation, and blind toughness is only suitable for brute bears in the Stone Age. We all have our own masters, Your Excellency, so I understand you very well, and I have no intention of going against such a respectable Excellency as you, and even more willing to help you, but please understand me, and in any case, please have mercy on me......"

"Talk, Your Excellency, talk about yourself, talk about what happened before you came to the earth's orbit," he said, "for whom you came, to whom you give your allegiance - we don't know much. Or maybe you just talk about how to lure Miss Gu out of the earth at the expense of selling your hue and selling yourself in the Cowherd Shop, so that whoever you sacrifice her to can make us both reconcile. ”

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