The heavy night always has a strange smell.

The blood-colored flowers bloomed from the basement to the ground, little by little, with fire-like blood, slowly, slowly burning as far as the eye could see.

In the laboratory, a person gently shook the transparent reagent in his hand, and his slender white fingers tapped on the glass bottle.

Looking at the woman bound by iron chains on the wall, her gentle eyes were full of strange excitement, sinking like a beast that had slept for a long time.

He was dressed in a white coat, holding a transparent glass bottle, and his eyes were cold and ruthless.

Removing the blanket from his lap, he dismounted from his wheelchair and walked slowly, like a heavy and slow seduction, his eyes grim and cold towards the wounded woman.

The green firelight around him glowed with ghostly meaning, outlining his cool eyebrows more and more softly, on the one hand, he was a Buddha of charity and compassion, and on the other hand, he was a demon who killed people.

"Mmmm......mmmm

The woman was tied to the wall, her eyes full of fear and helplessness.

Removing the seal from her mouth, his soft and shallow face was smiling, but not like a smile, "Drink." ”

"No, no...... Please...... Let me go...... Let me go......" The woman's young face was full of scars, blood and tears mixed together.

"Okay."

He gently held the finger-length glass bottle between his thumb and forefinger, looked at the red liquid inside, his eyes flashed with the light of a yin owl, and his voice was thin and fragmented, soft and soft: "Drink it and put it away." ”

"Really, really?" The woman's frightened face was skeptical and trembling.

That face was a little similar to someone's face.

"Of course."

The corners of his mouth are gently raised, and the curvature is gentle, so that people can completely believe it, and it does not look like a deceptive person at all.

"I—I'm drinking...... I drink ......," the woman cried.

"Really obedient."

His fingers lightly scraped her face, his gentle voice was seductive, and her white and cool skin was reflected in the light, like white bones.

The reagent in her hand was fed down the corner of her mouth.

Smack-

"Good."

After drinking, the glass bottle was shattered by him on the ground.

With a little tenderness, his fingerless hand gently swiped the chain on her body, and the key was twisted, and with a click, the lock fell to the ground.

"You can go."

God-like voice, like salvation.

The woman looked at the lock on her body and excitedly broke it open, "You, are you really willing to let me go?" ”

Shen Zhinian's white eyes were calm, as if he was smiling: "Hmm." ”

The woman's face was full of horror and caution, and she moved her steps slightly, and seeing that he really didn't mean to move, she hurriedly ran up the stairs.

After waiting for a while, he slowly got up, took out a sharp and shiny scalpel, and sharpened it gently: "Just run." ”

"You only have ......, though"

"Three minutes."

He slowly raised his cool eyes and looked at the person in the corner, Qin Qiao'er was so frightened that her legs trembled, but she still didn't dare to move a step.

Brother Wuheng is like this, he is as gentle as water, but once he changes his face, he is perverted and ruthless.

She had to force herself to get used to it.

As long as she is obedient, Brother Wuheng will definitely like her.

At night, it was pitch black, but there was some light scattered around here.

The woman kept running, running desperately, until finally she was so tired that she lost her strength and fell into the grass at once.

She gasped for breath and got up to run, but suddenly a shadow appeared behind her, covering the night.

Slowly, stiffly, she turned her head, and the first thing she caught a glimpse of was a knife glowing with a cold light.

At night, I heard a scream that tore through the sky: "Ahhh