"Brother Huanglong, but I think, apart from the short spear, there should be something else, you didn't listen to what the woman named Xiaoqing said to worship, and she kept claiming that we were called the Plague God?" Wang Shao answered thoughtfully.

Dongfang Huanglong's sigh sounded again in the dark stuffy iron barrel: "Even if there is anything else, I'm afraid we won't be able to know." ”

Dongfang Huanglong was right, from being locked in the stuffy iron bucket to now, it has not been a minute, Wang Shao has obviously felt the scarcity of air, and his breathing is slightly difficult.

At this rate, it won't be long before he and Dongfang Huanglong will be suffocated to death as Xiaoqing said.

"Are you afraid?" Dongfang Huanglong pressed Wang Shao's shoulder and asked softly.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Shao replied truthfully: "It must be a lie to you to say that you are not afraid, but being afraid and not being afraid are the same result." ”

This is a big truth, and even if you are afraid, there is no way to reverse the current predicament.

When he said this, Wang Shao's mind suddenly appeared with the voices and smiles of his parents, as well as the situation of his sister and his boyfriend discussing business together.

Looking back on everything that has happened in the past half a month, Wang Shao suddenly feels homesick.

I still remember that night, I was discussing business with my sister's boyfriend, but because of a phone call from my cousin Xiang Lianghai, he called him to Xiaojia Village, met Xiaoyu, who was in debt, and agreed to the task of the second uncle to find his son.

What Wang Shao didn't expect was that it was this trip to find his second uncle's son that caused so many changes, and today he has been trapped in an iron bucket and is facing the doom of being suffocated.

"I don't know if Captain Jiang found any trace of Tu Zhiqiang on the side of the Shan Dong Alliance." Dongfang Huanglong let out a heartfelt sigh.

Until this life-and-death juncture, Dongfang Huanglong was still worried about his work, not his personal safety, which shows what kind of excellent policeman he is.

"Brother Huanglong, are you homesick?" Wang Shao asked tentatively.

While respecting Dongfang Huanglong, Wang Shao also wanted to ask him about his family situation.

I still remember that by the stream in the Mengbao Great Forest, Dongfang Huanglong once saved him from poisonous snakes.

Dongfang Huanglong can be regarded as Wang Shao's life-saving benefactor, and Wang Shao wants to understand Dongfang Huanglong's family situation. Although such an understanding no longer makes much sense.

"Home," Dongfang Huanglong let out a third sigh, "We're just afraid that we'll never be able to go home." ”

The implication is that even if you are homesick, what can you do, it will only add to the melancholy.

While saying this, Wang Shao obviously felt Dongfang Huanglong's hand holding his shoulder, trembling slightly.

Perhaps, in Dongfang Huanglong's heart, there is also a helpless sorrow, a sorrow for the life that is about to disappear.

The pitch-black stuffy iron barrel fell silent.

As the minutes passed, the air in the stuffy tin drums became thinner and thinner. Wang Shao felt a little dry mouth, his chest seemed to be blocked by something, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and he felt like he was pulling a bellows.

Opening his big mouth to gasp, Wang Shao suddenly remembered that Dongfang Huanglong hadn't spoken for a long time, and the sense of comfort on his shoulders had disappeared unconsciously.

What happened to Dongfang Huanglong?

"Brother Huanglong, Brother Huanglong." Wang Shao tried his best to shout loudly, but the voice coming from his dry throat was small and pitiful, like a mosquito flying.

There was no response in the black stuffy tin drum.

Trying to squeeze out a little strength, Wang Shao called Dongfang Huanglong's name again, but still no one answered.

If it's broken, Dongfang Huanglong is very likely to faint.

Wang Shao, who realized this, couldn't care about the difficulty of breathing, and hurriedly groped at the bottom of the stuffy iron bucket, and suddenly touched Dongfang Huanglong's body.

Groping his fingers in front of Dongfang Huanglong's nose, he only felt a faint wind blowing.

When I groped into Dongfang Huanglong's chest again, my heartbeat was also very weak.

Not good, Dongfang Huanglong has fainted.

What it means to faint in this stuffy iron bucket, Wang Shao knows very well in his heart.

Trying to shake Dongfang Huanglong's face, Wang Shao wanted to wake him up not to fall asleep like this, but he couldn't make a sound in his throat.

At the same time, Wang Shao also felt tightness in his chest, and his breathing became more and more congested.

After a few more attempts, Wang Shao finally gave up shaking weakly.

Because he knew that Dongfang Huanglong would never wake up again, unless the iron barrel of this stuffy tank could be refilled with fresh air, which was enough oxygen for people to survive.

In ordinary life, I never realized that this ordinary air would be so precious, so precious that it can be equated with life.

With the direction in his memory, Wang Shao crawled at the bottom of the stuffy tank barrel, struggled to find the iron door of the stuffy tank, raised his fist and smashed it hard, and shouted with all his strength: "Come on, open the door quickly, come on someone open the door." ”

Although Wang Shao consciously exhausted his strength, in fact, he was also close to prostration at this time, and his fist smashed on the iron door, like a small sandbag hitting the iron door, and the voice he shouted hard did not shout, but was hoarse in his throat.

"Open the door." As Zuihou let out a weak scream in his throat, Wang Shao could no longer support his dizzy head, and suddenly collapsed at the bottom of the stuffy tank, losing consciousness.

Just an hour has passed since Wang Shao and the others were locked in the stuffy iron bucket, and the horizon in the distance finally showed the dawn.

It's a pity that Wang Shao and Dongfang Huanglong, who were locked in a stuffy tank, couldn't see this dawn that had just risen.

At the same time that Wang Shao lost consciousness, in another corner of the earth, a dawn was also ushered in.

It was in the sky of the provincial capital, and the rising sun spread the first golden yellow evenly on the earth, paving the towering building of Haizhou Hotel with a layer of yellow.

In one of the rooms on the 11th floor, a farce is being played.

An hour ago, Xiao Fei entered this room, but at this time, Xiao Fei was lying crookedly on the bed, next to Yun Qiu, who was smoking, and the girl who first walked out of the elevator with Yun Qiu was nowhere to be seen.

I remember that Xiaofei's original intention of asking to go to Yunqiu's room was to know about the boy's situation, for fear that he would become the target of Yunqiu's abduction.

But at this moment, there was no figure of the girl in the room, only Yunqiu, who was sitting next to her and smoking a cigarette with her eyes shining.

What has happened in this room in the past hour?

Where is the girl who originally went upstairs, Xiaofei Weishenme will sleep in the bed?

These answers are not known and are not particularly important.

The important thing is that at this moment, Xiao Fei is lying on her side on the bed like this, and she no longer seems to be on guard against Yunqiu.

Looking closely, Xiao Fei's eyes were slightly closed, and her towering breasts rose and fell evenly, shaking rhythmically with the unique rhythm of a girl.

Since the position of lying on her side is next to the bed, Xiao Fei's white legs are also slightly separated, and the scenery under the skirt is unobstructed.

Not to mention anything else, just such a sleeping position is enough to make people feel tempted, so that the men they see will be unable to suppress their thoughts, not to mention Yunqiu, who is close at hand.

Although Yun Qiu's eyes continued to wander between the girl's towering breasts and snow-white thighs, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to take it a step further.

Perhaps, Xiao Fei, who is lying on his side on the bed at this moment, has become a lamb to be slaughtered in his eyes, and there is no need to rush for a while.

He had to take his time to appreciate his loot.

While smoking a cigarette, admiring the girl's graceful body is also a kind of enjoyment, especially a plump figure like Xiaofei, which is enough to make Yunqiu linger.

Finally, Yun Qiu couldn't help but stand up and slowly approached Xiao Fei, who was asleep.

First, he lowered his head and sniffed the faint smell of yellow horn orchid perfume emanating from Xiao Fei's body, and Yun Qiu was not in a hurry to reach out his hand.

From Xiao Fei's short blonde hair, sniff all the way down, and then Xiao Fei's thick red lips.

When the tip of Yun Qiu's nose moved to Xiao Fei's towering chest, he refused to take his head off again.

Extinguishing the cigarette butt fiercely, Yun Qiu rubbed his hands, and finally stretched out his sinful dirty hand to Xiao Fei who was sleeping.

Holding his palm against Xiao Fei's towering chest, the softness coming from the palm made Yun Qiu close his eyes comfortably.

Raising his head and exhaling a foul breath, Yun Qiu suddenly opened his eyes and pressed his other hand on the other half of Xiao Fei's chest.

With both hands pressed on the girl's towering breasts, Yunqiu kneaded them boldly.

Xiao Fei, who was asleep, was unconscious, still slightly closing her eyes, letting Yun Qiu's dirty hands knead her towering breasts wantonly.

Seeing that Xiaofei was sleeping deeply, a trace of pride climbed onto Yunqiu's face.

"Paralyzed little Lang hoof, play with me, yin to death you!" Yun Qiu scolded with a wicked smile, pressed it on Xiao Fei's fair thigh, stretched it into the hem of her skirt, and groped unscrupulously.

As he continued to go deeper, Yun Qiu, who had discovered the girl's secret, couldn't contain the desire in his heart, and scolded in a low voice: "If you are paralyzed, you can't come, and if you don't come again, Lao Tzu can't help it." ”

Looking up at Xiao Fei's evenly undulating towering breasts, and then at the white thighs exposed under the skirt, Yun Qiu took a deep breath again and ripped off the shirt on her body at once.

The topless Yun Qiu pounced on Xiao Fei's plump body like a hungry wolf, her hands groping more frantically at the base of Xiao Fei's thighs, and her mouth arched towards Xiao Fei's towering chest like a pig.

"No matter how much, Lao Tzu will talk about it first." Viciously whispering a curse, Yun Qiu finally sat up and pulled Xiao Fei's underwear to her knees, and the girl's secret suddenly appeared in front of her.

At first glance, seeing Xiaofei's most secret place, Yun Qiu couldn't help but be a little stunned, hesitated for a moment as if he had realized something, and finally gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to the most secret part of the girl.

Seeing that Xiaofei's innocence will be ruined, and the memories of Meihaode's youth will be buried in Yunqiu's hands, the poor girl is still asleep, unaware.

Just when Yun Qiu was short of breath and was about to take off his underwear, a pleasant doorbell rang suddenly, interrupting Yun Qiu's actions.

Reluctantly getting up and coming to the door of the room, Yunqiu asked into the loudspeaker, "Who is ringing the bell outside?" ”