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Charlotte stared at him gloomily, and suddenly laughed, "Who does Art choose, it is his freedom, what will I do?" ”

Slowly passing by Cui Chengchuan, the man grabbed her slender wrist and said in a firm tone: "You have something to hide from Yate." ”

"Morris, don't forget where you are."

Charlotte put her hand on the back of her hand and peeled it off her wrist little by little.

"Don't think that following Art gives you the right to question me!"

Cui Chengchuan sneered, shook his hand with a cold face, raised his feet and left.

and He Zhengxiao left the manor with his front and back feet, but He Zhengxiao didn't wait for him at all!

He Zheng Xiaoerya on the plane calmly folded his long legs, his deep eyes closed, and the cold air around his body was about to freeze the air in the cabin.

During the entire flight to Syria, the atmosphere was oppressive and silent, and no one dared to make any noise.

The woman's own defense mechanism is only external, and the inner defense line is actually very brittle, and it collapses with a light flick. Now there is a ninety percent chance of revisiting the old place, which is seen as history repeating itself. Without anyone to guide her, she will fall into the trap and never be able to mentally detach herself from the entanglement of the "past".

He Zhengxiao pinched the bridge of his nose, opened his eyes slowly, and his eyes drooped slightly.

Approaching the destination, from the sky, the turquoise sea surrounds the land, and the shrunken city is coiled on the ground like a tofu block, narrow and congested.

And where the city is near the harbor, there is billowing smoke, which obscures the sky and the sun......

When Deborah came back again, Qiao Weihuan was having a seizure.

After struggling for 20 hours, Qiao Weihuan sweated a lot, didn't eat or drink, fell into a state of dehydration, and withered to the ground.

Even so, she still refused to accept her fate, she had no strength in her whole body, and her mouth was tightly closed, and there were different shades of red on her lips, some of which were dried up, and some of which were still fresh.

Deborah dipped her towel in water and went over to wipe Qiao Weihuan's lips, and also wiped off those reds, revealing unrecognizable, colorless lips. Then got up and went to the table to get a new tube of injections, and when the tip of the needle was about to touch Qiao Weihuan's arm, Deborah saw her closed eyelashes tremble violently, and called her weakly and hoarsely: "Deborah......"

The tip of the needle paused, and Deborah stared intently at her.

At this time, Qiao Weihuan couldn't see things clearly, and she didn't have a sense, she nodded and shook her head blankly, smiled, her eyes bent up, and when she laughed again, tears fell.

"I stole a bottle of good wine, it's expensive, the wine from the 'exhibition hall', let's drink it together......"

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes and muttered, Deborah was pulled into the ethereal memories by her dreams, and suddenly remembered five years ago.

The "exhibition hall" is one of the disgusting areas of the underground, where people are not people, but "art", which are carved into various forms - real carvings, processed into works of art with needlework, knives and axes, one at a time, for people to see.

Deborah was terrified of that place, because she would hear all kinds of strange rustling and mumping sounds, the only sound that the shattered artwork could make, and it made her want to die.

Cecil would then comfort her, saying "we are not made into works of art, we can still eat, or run away".

It was when they were closest, in the terrible underground, two ghosts leaning together to keep warm, and they were each other's comfort and dependence.

Deborah put down the needle in her hand, looked at Qiao Weihuan, and finally stuck the tip of the needle on her arm.

Leaving here, someone greeted you, "How's it going?" ”

"I'm out of my senses, I'm already addicted."

"Very well, so that you can sell for a good price."

Deborah's dry eyes rolled slightly, and her brown eyes were tense and loose, "Sell?" ”

"Of course, there is no need for people here, and there is no need for her to stay."

Deborah suddenly let out a strange low sound in her throat, followed by a rapid cough, and then bent down to cover her stomach, trembling all over, coughing heartbreakingly, tears and snot all down.

The man scolded in disgust: "Female cousin!" ”

Strode over, knocked Deborah to the side, and kicked half a meter out.

I didn't notice that Deborah was staring at his back all the time, and the water in her eyes was flowing endlessly.

"She can't get out of here, she shouldn't leave ......"

Struggling to get up from the ground, the walking dead walked down the promenade for a long time.

Deborah had been wandering around for years, and people had become accustomed to her occasional crazy appearance and ignored her completely.

No one expected that she would set fire to it in the end.

Over there, the man who kicked Deborah opened the iron door and handcuffs, carried Qiao Weihuan on her shoulder, and patted her leg through the fragile fabric.

"You're lucky, you don't have to stay here long to meet a buyer."

Qiao Weihuan's arms hung down softly, and her long brown hair like seaweed swayed leisurely, covering half of her eyes.

…… Buyers.

It turned out that she had been brought here, not to stay as one of them, but to be sold like goods.

It's a good thing, it's like a labyrinth, and she didn't necessarily know all the routes when she was there in the early years. And there are more people underground than it seems, and it is impossible for her to get out safely on her own.

If she is "sold", she will be taken out of the ground, and she will have a chance to escape.

Things were similar to what she expected, Qiao Weihuan was carried away not long ago, and then she was thrown into the bag and hit it neatly. After a period of excruciating bumps and turmoil, she heard a loud noise on the road - she went out.

At this time, the underground alarm sounded, and the dark shadows hiding in the shadows were all dispatched and prepared!

"What's going on, it's on fire?!"

"I don't know, find the source of fire first, you can't mess up!"

Five years ago, the warehouse where the munitions/arms were stored was set on fire, and the boom exploded and caught fire, and the darkness of the night was lit up with a loud sound.

However, this time it was discovered early, and the underground protection was much more thorough and rigorous than the warehouse five years ago, and the source of the fire was quickly found, and it was found that the fire was not big, but it was very troublesome, because the underground smoke drilled into the ground from the pipes!

Methodically extinguishing the fire, but the smoke was very troublesome, and someone yelled in the chaos: "Damn, who did it?!" ”

There is surveillance on all sides, and the cameras on each door are on 24 hours a day, so it's easy to check the source of the fire and who set it.

After a few minutes, the message came: "It was Deborah who set the fire!" ”

"Where is that cousin now?!"

Deborah stumbled to the cell where Qiao Weihuan was, pushed open the door suddenly, and froze with a wonderful expression on her face, cracking and collapsing inch by inch.

No one here!

She frantically threw herself at the iron fence, got into it in disbelief, knelt on the ground and groped, trying to pull Qiao Weihuan out of the ground!

The door was knocked hard, and when he found that it was locked, he kicked it mercilessly, and kicked the door open with a few kicks.

The burly men rushed in, yelled and grabbed her hair, and slapped her a few times, so that her eyes could not see, as if she had been carried around, as if someone had torn her apart.

There was only one thought, that she would be alone again.

Until the soul, bones and blood merge with the eerie and terrifying underground, they cannot be liberated.

Far away from the northeast underground, Qiao Weihuan in the bag was pulled outside a luxurious building, and the people in the car stepped out of the car, opened the back door, and pulled through the sack to resist.

Qiao Weihuan was carried indoors, rudely put down, and then these evil ghosts left.

The bag was opened, and several women dressed in ordinary clothes went to pick up her clothes without saying anything.

Qiao Weihuan was unusually obedient to their movements, and her dark eyes looked at this place without a trace.

The carpets are lavish and extravagantly decorated, not like a living room but more like a special entertainment occasion......

This kind of place will be very strictly guarded, but you can get out if you find an opportunity!

When these people talked to her, she slowed down her reaction and asked in English in a daze, "...... What did you say? I don't understand. ”

The other party saw her reaction and nodded quietly with others.

The language barrier, as well as the performance of drug addiction, is very well controlled.

Judging from the voice and expression, the temperament is also soft.

Qiao Weihuan was taken to wash and scrub, and was about to peel off a layer of skin before being let go by these people. Fragrant put on a revealing dress, the limbs, shoulders and neck are almost uncovered, half-exposed reverie. The long hair was spread out in layers, and even layers of light makeup were put on and perfume sprinkled.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her upturned eyes were pale pink with warm water, her lips were ruddy, and her pink cheeks were very seductive.

Like a sacrifice.

The guards in the building were all tall and tall with guns on their waists.

Walking behind them, Qiao Weihuan quietly wrote down the building structure.

The person in front of him suddenly stopped, and behind the golden door panel, there was a woman's soft laughter and a man's lack of breath Yin Zilang came from the voice, which was temporarily interrupted with the knock on the door.

Pushing open the door, two women in swimsuits, lying on the plush carpet, the short-haired woman unbuttoned the strap behind the swimsuit top, the fart fabric hung on her chest, she was embarrassed not to flirt with the fat man in the middle, and the long-haired woman took a cigar and smoked it for the man.

Qiao Weihuan's dark eyes quietly rose.

The room was large, with two windows wide open on the north side, and the outside faced the open sky, without any shelter. But in this kind of place, there will inevitably be guards outside, who run out of the window, and before they can hit the ground, they will be shot into a sieve......

As she was thinking, she was pushed into the room with a thrust on her shoulder, and the door behind her closed.

The man lying on the carpet looked at her with a smiling face, waved generously and calmly, and the soft white flesh on his body shook lightly, "Come here!" ”

Qiao Weihuan took a deep breath and walked over barefoot.

The calf muscles throbbed faintly, and the tense cramps.

However, there was silence in her heart, and the blood veins in her whole body stopped flowing, but the noise in her head did not disperse for a long time, and the screams made her burst into tinnitus, and she couldn't hear the sounds around her at all.

Walked up to the man's lap, half-knelt on the ground, put his little hand on the other's shoulder, and pulled out a shallow smile.

The man was happy, satisfied with her well-behavedness, and pulled her into his arms with appreciation, and his fat palm went directly down the neckline of the dress, but she stopped him. The man frowned dissatisfied, and was just about to exert his power to train and train, Qiao Wei slipped out of his arms without leaving his hands, and entered the huge and luxurious bathtub with a "bang", his thin white long legs made a reverie angle on the edge of the bathtub, and raised his finger to hook him.

That little wet smile made the man want to stop, and his fat body slowly rose from the carpet and trembled towards the bathtub.

As a result, the moment I went into the water, I didn't touch the little beauty, but there was a sudden dull pain in the back of my head!

The man is not good at stubble, he reacts very quickly, his fat head has not been raised yet, and his big hand has already gone to Qiao Weihuan's position!

Mouth open, "Come-"

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Charlotte stared at him gloomily, and suddenly laughed, "Who does Art choose, it is his freedom, what will I do?" ”

Slowly passing by Cui Chengchuan, the man grabbed her slender wrist and said in a firm tone: "You have something to hide from Yate." ”

"Morris, don't forget where you are."

Charlotte put her hand on the back of her hand and peeled it off her wrist little by little.

"Don't think that following Art gives you the right to question me!"

Cui Chengchuan sneered, shook his hand with a cold face, raised his feet and left.

and He Zhengxiao left the manor with his front and back feet, but He Zhengxiao didn't wait for him at all!

He Zheng Xiaoerya on the plane calmly folded his long legs, his deep eyes closed, and the cold air around his body was about to freeze the air in the cabin.

During the entire flight to Syria, the atmosphere was oppressive and silent, and no one dared to make any noise.

The woman's own defense mechanism is only external, and the inner defense line is actually very brittle, and it collapses with a light flick. Now there is a ninety percent chance of revisiting the old place, which is seen as history repeating itself. Without anyone to guide her, she will fall into the trap and never be able to mentally detach herself from the entanglement of the "past".

He Zhengxiao pinched the bridge of his nose, opened his eyes slowly, and his eyes drooped slightly.

Approaching the destination, from the sky, the turquoise sea surrounds the land, and the shrunken city is coiled on the ground like a tofu block, narrow and congested.

And where the city is near the harbor, there is billowing smoke, which obscures the sky and the sun......

When Deborah came back again, Qiao Weihuan was having a seizure.

After struggling for 20 hours, Qiao Weihuan sweated a lot, didn't eat or drink, fell into a state of dehydration, and withered to the ground.

Even so, she still refused to accept her fate, she had no strength in her whole body, and her mouth was tightly closed, and there were different shades of red on her lips, some of which were dried up, and some of which were still fresh.

Deborah dipped her towel in water and went over to wipe Qiao Weihuan's lips, and also wiped off those reds, revealing unrecognizable, colorless lips. Then got up and went to the table to get a new tube of injections, and when the tip of the needle was about to touch Qiao Weihuan's arm, Deborah saw her closed eyelashes tremble violently, and called her weakly and hoarsely: "Deborah......"

The tip of the needle paused, and Deborah stared intently at her.

At this time, Qiao Weihuan couldn't see things clearly, and she didn't have a sense, she nodded and shook her head blankly, smiled, her eyes bent up, and when she laughed again, tears fell.

"I stole a bottle of good wine, it's expensive, the wine from the 'exhibition hall', let's drink it together......"

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes and muttered, Deborah was pulled into the ethereal memories by her dreams, and suddenly remembered five years ago.

The "exhibition hall" is one of the disgusting areas of the underground, where people are not people, but "art", which are carved into various forms - real carvings, processed into works of art with needlework, knives and axes, one at a time, for people to see.

Deborah was terrified of that place, because she would hear all kinds of strange rustling and mumping sounds, the only sound that the shattered artwork could make, and it made her want to die.

Cecil would then comfort her, saying "we are not made into works of art, we can still eat, or run away".

It was when they were closest, in the terrible underground, two ghosts leaning together to keep warm, and they were each other's comfort and dependence.

Deborah put down the needle in her hand, looked at Qiao Weihuan, and finally stuck the tip of the needle on her arm.

Leaving here, someone greeted you, "How's it going?" ”

"I'm out of my senses, I'm already addicted."

"Very well, so that you can sell for a good price."

Deborah's dry eyes rolled slightly, and her brown eyes were tense and loose, "Sell?" ”

"Of course, there is no need for people here, and there is no need for her to stay."

Deborah suddenly let out a strange low sound in her throat, followed by a rapid cough, and then bent down to cover her stomach, trembling all over, coughing heartbreakingly, tears and snot all down.

The man scolded in disgust: "Female cousin!" ”

Strode over, knocked Deborah to the side, and kicked half a meter out.

I didn't notice that Deborah was staring at his back all the time, and the water in her eyes was flowing endlessly.

"She can't get out of here, she shouldn't leave ......"

Struggling to get up from the ground, the walking dead walked down the promenade for a long time.

Deborah had been wandering around for years, and people had become accustomed to her occasional crazy appearance and ignored her completely.

No one expected that she would set fire to it in the end.

Over there, the man who kicked Deborah opened the iron door and handcuffs, carried Qiao Weihuan on her shoulder, and patted her leg through the fragile fabric.

"You're lucky, you don't have to stay here long to meet a buyer."

Qiao Weihuan's arms hung down softly, and her long brown hair like seaweed swayed leisurely, covering half of her eyes.

…… Buyers.

It turned out that she had been brought here, not to stay as one of them, but to be sold like goods.

It's a good thing, it's like a labyrinth, and she didn't necessarily know all the routes when she was there in the early years. And there are more people underground than it seems, and it is impossible for her to get out safely on her own.

If she is "sold", she will be taken out of the ground, and she will have a chance to escape.

Things were similar to what she expected, Qiao Weihuan was carried away not long ago, and then she was thrown into the bag and hit it neatly. After a period of excruciating bumps and turmoil, she heard a loud noise on the road - she went out.

At this time, the underground alarm sounded, and the dark shadows hiding in the shadows were all dispatched and prepared!

"What's going on, it's on fire?!"

"I don't know, find the source of fire first, you can't mess up!"

Five years ago, the warehouse where the munitions/arms were stored was set on fire, and the boom exploded and caught fire, and the darkness of the night was lit up with a loud sound.

However, this time it was discovered early, and the underground protection was much more thorough and rigorous than the warehouse five years ago, and the source of the fire was quickly found, and it was found that the fire was not big, but it was very troublesome, because the underground smoke drilled into the ground from the pipes!

Methodically extinguishing the fire, but the smoke was very troublesome, and someone yelled in the chaos: "Damn, who did it?!" ”

There is surveillance on all sides, and the cameras on each door are on 24 hours a day, so it's easy to check the source of the fire and who set it.

After a few minutes, the message came: "It was Deborah who set the fire!" ”

"Where is that cousin now?!"

Deborah stumbled to the cell where Qiao Weihuan was, pushed open the door suddenly, and froze with a wonderful expression on her face, cracking and collapsing inch by inch.

No one here!

She frantically threw herself at the iron fence, got into it in disbelief, knelt on the ground and groped, trying to pull Qiao Weihuan out of the ground!

The door was knocked hard, and when he found that it was locked, he kicked it mercilessly, and kicked the door open with a few kicks.

The burly men rushed in, yelled and grabbed her hair, and slapped her a few times, so that her eyes could not see, as if she had been carried around, as if someone had torn her apart.

There was only one thought, that she would be alone again.

Until the soul, bones and blood merge with the eerie and terrifying underground, they cannot be liberated.

Far away from the northeast underground, Qiao Weihuan in the bag was pulled outside a luxurious building, and the people in the car stepped out of the car, opened the back door, and pulled through the sack to resist.

Qiao Weihuan was carried indoors, rudely put down, and then these evil ghosts left.

The bag was opened, and several women dressed in ordinary clothes went to pick up her clothes without saying anything.

Qiao Weihuan was unusually obedient to their movements, and her dark eyes looked at this place without a trace.

The carpets are lavish and extravagantly decorated, not like a living room but more like a special entertainment occasion......

This kind of place will be very strictly guarded, but you can get out if you find an opportunity!

When these people talked to her, she slowed down her reaction and asked in English in a daze, "...... What did you say? I don't understand. ”

The other party saw her reaction and nodded quietly with others.

The language barrier, as well as the performance of drug addiction, is very well controlled.

Judging from the voice and expression, the temperament is also soft.

Qiao Weihuan was taken to wash and scrub, and was about to peel off a layer of skin before being let go by these people. Fragrant put on a revealing dress, the limbs, shoulders and neck are almost uncovered, half-exposed reverie. The long hair was spread out in layers, and even layers of light makeup were put on and perfume sprinkled.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her upturned eyes were pale pink with warm water, her lips were ruddy, and her pink cheeks were very seductive.

Like a sacrifice.

The guards in the building were all tall and tall with guns on their waists.

Walking behind them, Qiao Weihuan quietly wrote down the building structure.

The person in front of him suddenly stopped, and behind the golden door panel, there was a woman's soft laughter and a man's lack of breath Yin Zilang came from the voice, which was temporarily interrupted with the knock on the door.

Pushing open the door, two women in swimsuits, lying on the plush carpet, the short-haired woman unbuttoned the strap behind the swimsuit top, the fart fabric hung on her chest, she was embarrassed not to flirt with the fat man in the middle, and the long-haired woman took a cigar and smoked it for the man.

Qiao Weihuan's dark eyes quietly rose.

The room was large, with two windows wide open on the north side, and the outside faced the open sky, without any shelter. But in this kind of place, there will inevitably be guards outside, who run out of the window, and before they can hit the ground, they will be shot into a sieve......

As she was thinking, she was pushed into the room with a thrust on her shoulder, and the door behind her closed.

The man lying on the carpet looked at her with a smiling face, waved generously and calmly, and the soft white flesh on his body shook lightly, "Come here!" ”

Qiao Weihuan took a deep breath and walked over barefoot.

The calf muscles throbbed faintly, and the tense cramps.

However, there was silence in her heart, and the blood veins in her whole body stopped flowing, but the noise in her head did not disperse for a long time, and the screams made her burst into tinnitus, and she couldn't hear the sounds around her at all.

Walked up to the man's lap, half-knelt on the ground, put his little hand on the other's shoulder, and pulled out a shallow smile.

The man was happy, satisfied with her well-behavedness, and pulled her into his arms with appreciation, and his fat palm went directly down the neckline of the dress, but she stopped him. The man frowned dissatisfied, and was just about to exert his power to train and train, Qiao Wei slipped out of his arms without leaving his hands, and entered the huge and luxurious bathtub with a "bang", his thin white long legs made a reverie angle on the edge of the bathtub, and raised his finger to hook him.

That little wet smile made the man want to stop, and his fat body slowly rose from the carpet and trembled towards the bathtub.

As a result, the moment I went into the water, I didn't touch the little beauty, but there was a sudden dull pain in the back of my head!

The man is not good at stubble, he reacts very quickly, his fat head has not been raised yet, and his big hand has already gone to Qiao Weihuan's position!

Mouth open, "Come-"

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