Today's news is very lively, all about last night's operation in Aoyama City, including some live footage, but not many.

Chen Chen lay on the sofa in the living room and watched with taste, listening to the media spewing the incompetence of the Heavy Spirit Sect and the Hunter Alliance.

"Why do I feel so good? Hehe, is this what it's like to be a villain? These organizations that think they are righteous will be criticized when justice is not served, this is the nature of human beings. ”

Chen Chen was amusing himself playing with the TV remote control, thinking about his future plans.

Is it possible to set up an organization dedicated to fighting against the Heavy Spirit Cult? In this way, you can attract human beings from all over the world who are dissatisfied with the Heavy Spirit Sect and gather their strength to overthrow this behemoth.

But what if you succeed yourself?

Is it possible that one's own organization has become the existence of the Sect of Heavy Spirits, and that a world where Warcraft and humans are equal?

It seems that there is some difficulty, after all, Warcraft has no humanity and is not restrained. And the hunting of the islands will have to be done by humans after all.

Hey, the ideal is beautiful, and the display is one step at a time.

After thinking about it for a long time, the morning news has passed, and it has been replaced by entertainment news.

In the headlines of entertainment news, there is even a figure of the "Servant of the Contract" group, which has recently gained a mess, the lead singer is a pair of blonde twin sisters, and the backing singer is a little Lori. Not to mention the good looks, not to mention the figure, with the often changing uniforms and the stage effects of heavy money, it is actually quite difficult not to be popular.

Chen Chen lay on the sofa and listened to their songs, and gradually fell into a deep sleep, the rare peaceful days must be enjoyed.

......

In the dungeon under the stables in the Manor of Lord Fosk.

It's late at night, and tonight's starry sky is shrouded in dark clouds, and Mu Cheng has been here for 7 days.

Once a day, someone in the dungeon will come to deliver food, and 1 hour after the meal, the nightmare of all the prisoners in the dungeon will begin.

It was almost time now, and there was another scream from the first dungeon at the end of the corridor, the scream of a whip beating flesh.

Mu Cheng curled up in the corner, her hands covering her ears, but the fox clan's keen sense of smell and hearing allowed her to still smell the smell of blood and screams coming from there.

Her clothes were in tatters, and that was also the result of the whip.

Bursts of laughter were heard, mingling with screams, making the dimly lit dungeon feel like hell.

"Ahem, it's so uncomfortable, it's so painful, it's so hungry," Mu Cheng's consciousness began to be a little trance, she had been sick for a week, she couldn't get nutritional supplements, and her body had to bear the pain of whipping.

Just yesterday, the boy next to her was whipped to death, and the boy didn't let out a scream until he died. Perhaps because of this, Lord Fosk felt that he had no entertainment value, and it was inevitable that he would be killed.

"Da Da Da," a demonic laugh came to Mu Cheng's cell door with a burst of cheerful footsteps.

"Hello, little fox, it's time to enjoy today, ahhaha! A short, stocky middle-aged man stood in the cell with a bloody barbed whip in his hand, his hands on his hips and a smile.

"Yes, sir. One of the attendants glanced at the untouched bowl of food in the corner of the cell, and although he frowned a little, he went out to fetch water as instructed.

"Little fox, come here, stand still. I don't know if I'll be able to have some fun tonight," said the short and fat middle-aged man with a look of disgust.

Mu Cheng trembled and walked to the center of the cell, staring at the master in front of him with fearful eyes.

With the imprint of the contract on her body, she could not resist any orders from her master, even if she was killed, she could not resist in the slightest.

"My lord, the water is coming. The attendant came back from outside with a wooden basin.

"What, do you want me to show you how to do it?" said Humpty Dumpty, spitting on the ground.

"Oh, no, sir. But look at her, this little Asian hasn't eaten for two days, and it seems that she is seriously ill, I'm afraid she won't be able to stand this cold water, right?" the attendant pretended to splash water, but said respectfully.

"Hmph, it's just a garbage subhuman, if you can't stand it, you will kill it. Why are you still stunned?Splash water, do you want me to whip this filthy subhuman?" The short and fat man shook the long whip in his hand, and slammed it on the cell wall with a crisp sound. The fierce volley left a white mark on the stone wall.

The attendant flicked his wrist and threw the water out.

"Ahh Mu Cheng, who was standing in the middle of the cell, was drenched all over her face, and the impact of the cold water made her almost fall to the ground.

"Okay, you stand down, I'll collect the corpse later. Humpty Dumpty walked up to Mu Cheng with a cruel smile and continued: "Stand up for me if you don't die, little fox, I hope you don't die, let me enjoy it for a while, hahaha." ”

"Yes master, ahem, Mu Cheng can still insist, ahem. The weak body regained its standing form, staring motionlessly at the master in front of him.

The attendant clenched his hands into fists, sighed softly, and exited the cell, followed by screams and whips and smirks.

Two minutes later, Mu Cheng in the cell had fallen to the ground.

"Trash, don't play dead, get me up. Hahaha, it's still this kind of little Asian who fights the coolest!"

"The hosts... Mu Cheng... I can't take it anymore, ah!" the man who fell to the ground was still conscious, but at Fosk's command, the slave mark on her chest emitted a soul-burning pain that drove her back to her feet.

"Hehe, sure enough, I'm not dead yet," he raised his long whip again and whipped it.

"Ah, ah, master, Mu Cheng can't stand it, ah, master, spare Mu Cheng..." Mu Cheng's voice gradually weakened as she was pumped and her flesh was opened, until she finally fell to the ground and passed out.

"Hmph, it's only been a few minutes, it's time to exchange the goods. Lord Fosk clapped his hands, and the squire outside walked in again.

"My lord, what do you command? ”

"Ah, I'll dispose of this garbage," Fausque laughed again, turned and stepped out of the dungeon.

The attendant sighed again, and was about to "collect the body", but found that the feet of the man on the ground twitched slightly, and his mouth muttered something he did not understand.

"Aren't you dead yet?" the squire shook his head, pulling some powder out of his pocket and feeding it to her. "I hope you'll make it until tomorrow morning, and I'll take you back to the black market, where at least there's a glimmer of hope. ”