"Alright, it's time for us to play."

Paul looked at the time, stood up, and talked about the crane with no way back but to bite the bullet.

Paul walked over and brought a strip of black satin, "I don't like to use eye patches, I think satin is better, like a well-wrapped gift." ”

Tan Heming frowned uncomfortably, and Paul covered his eyes with a smile, "All of them will cheer you on." ”

He was helped forward by Paul, Tan Heming's heart was tight, he was very insecure, he wanted to escape, Paul probably sensed his intentions, grabbed his wrist, and said in his ear: "The pet who ran away will end badly." ”

Paul didn't tell him how miserable it would be, but he let Tan Heming's sanity come back to his senses with a word, he couldn't escape, because there were a lot of upper-class people here, so it was heavily guarded, and he couldn't fly out even if he had wings.

It's his choice, and no one can help him.

Tan Heming took a deep breath and spit it out, calmed down his mood, and let Paul continue to walk with him, he heard Paul's low laughter, "What a good boy." ”

Tan Heming didn't know where he was being taken, but suddenly he heard the sound of metal clanging, his heart jumped, and he clenched his fists tightly.

"Let's play."

It was Paul's voice, Tan Heming guessed what he was in, he heard the sound of a wheel, he should have been pushed onto the stage, maybe a box, maybe something else.

Paul wasn't much of an auctioneer, but he started his auction business here, and the highest bidder wins.

Talking about Heming's calmness falling apart at this moment, Paul didn't say that there was still this link, and Mr. Xu only said that it was a show.

He fell for it hook line and sinker!

For a moment, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, making him shiver with cold.

He actually really believed that he could negotiate with Xu Yanzhen, he and Xu Yanzhen were not equal from the beginning, he did not have any qualifications to negotiate any conditions with Xu Yanzhen, today's incident was just to teach him a lesson and let him remember it for a long time.

Tan Heming has never experienced such a long period of time, it seems that everything has been deliberately slowed down, maybe a long time, two or three hours, or maybe only ten minutes, he doesn't know, his brain is groggy, like a patient with a severe cold, this kind of thing he has never even seen in the script.

Maybe there is something similar, the undercover agent is caught by the villain, and then severely punished, there will probably be such a plot. But he is not filming now, but the real thing, only what happened to him, because he was not smart enough to provoke Mr. Xu, this is his end, and he deserves it.

Tan Heming's brain has no extra time to think about other things, the pain makes him extremely sober, he recognizes how difficult Mr. Xu is, such a person, even if he kills himself, it is not surprising to talk about Heming, but he will feel that it should be so.

He was too anxious, one wrong step, one wrong step, how could he easily believe that someone like Mr. Xu would easily let him go, they were all people who had died once, and they would be so naïve.

I don't know how long it took for Paul to finish the show, he was very tired from talking about the crane, he was very thirsty and wanted to drink water, he felt that he was losing water very much, like walking in the desert.

"Now if you are interested, you can start bidding."

Tan Heming vaguely heard a sharp voice, the price was getting higher and higher, but his heart was getting colder and colder.

"Congratulations to Mr. 112, Haveagoodnight."

As Paul's voice fell, Tan Heming's powerless body seemed to be drained of blood and fell into the ice cellar for a moment.

He wanted to protect himself, but in the end he ended up with a wolf's den just out of the tiger's den.

Paul didn't lie to him, he was very skilled, and although there was a lot of blood, it didn't hurt his bones.

Tan Heming was taken into a room and thrown out directly, it didn't hurt, it shouldn't be the floor, he was covered in sweat, it was very uncomfortable, and when the sweat slid through the wound, it hurt hotly.

I don't know how long it took, his throat was tight, his lips were dry, he wanted to drink water, and he was even a little drowsy, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside.

The door opened with a "bang", and Tan Heming heard the sound of leather shoes getting closer and closer, his heart tightened, and he struggled to get up.

He couldn't see anything, his mouth was prevented from speaking, he knew he couldn't escape, but he didn't want to be a fish and let others slaughter him.

Tan Heming was exhausted and wanted to escape, he carefully stretched out his legs to test, there was a certain height, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, his whole body softened and fell to the ground, he really didn't expect Ye Ling's body to be so poor, if it was his previous body, it would not be a problem to run.

"Hiss", Tan Heming heard the sound of cracking.

Beneath the black satin, his eyes widened in horror.

Tan Heming felt as chilling as being entangled in a snake, he was a little sick to his stomach, as if he was crawling all over his body by countless maggots, he clenched his fists, and was trying to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

He couldn't bear it, Tan Heming kicked forward violently, but instead of kicking, he was grabbed by someone's ankle, and the man's strength was so great that he couldn't move.

Tan Heming's resistance failed, and the cold air made his skin instantly goosebumps.

Tan Heming suddenly felt that he was in the air, he was carried, and then walked a few steps, and suddenly he was still down, and a stream of water penetrated into his mouth and nose, making him cough in a muffled voice.

The silk touched the water and slid down his face, and the dazzling light made him close his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, the man standing in front of him was Mr. Xu.

Tan Heming looked very embarrassed now, he looked at Mr. Xu in a daze, and he had mixed feelings for a while, not knowing whether to be sad or happy.

Give a whip, give a piece of sugar. Mr. Xu used it very well.

Mr. Xu untied his bindings and stuff that gagged his mouth, and said in a cold voice, "Wash it up." ”

Tan Heming sat in the bathtub and washed for a long time, he didn't know what he would face when he went out, would Mr. Xu still let him go?

Ye Ling was originally his bag, and it was normal to accompany Mr. Xu, maybe he had already accompanied him, but Tan Heming couldn't do it.

He now suspects that Mr. Xu has something to do with his death, and if one day he really finds out that Mr. Xu is the real murderer of him, and the two of them have an intimate relationship, it will make him vomit.

"Knock Knock"

The sound of knocking on the door suddenly sounded, and Tan Heming stared at the door like a frightened bird.

"If you don't come out, I'll go in."

It was Mr. Xu's voice, Tan Heming grabbed his arm and stood up with a body of water.

There was a bathrobe in the bathroom, but there was no change of underwear, his previous underwear was wet with water, he only vacuumed, wiped his wet hair with a towel, because of the shaving of the inch, so the hair dried quickly.

His body was covered with long blood marks, not the kind of flesh open, but exuding a twisted and strange beauty, Tan Heming could not understand the pleasure of these people, perhaps this is the same as the ancient Greeks liked to watch gladiators bite each other.

Tan Heming walked out barefoot, stepping on the wool carpet on tiptoe, quite like a work of art carefully created by craftsmen, it is hard to imagine that it will look so good when it grows naturally.

A black cage appeared in the huge room, like the structure of a bird's cage, Tan Heming's body instantly tensed, this cage should be the cage that just pushed him onto the stage.

He thought that Mr. Xu would like the dog cage more.

The sheets had been changed, and Mr. Xu was sitting on the sofa next to him looking at the original paperwork.

The air seemed to have stagnated, and Tan Heming stood in place, like a student who had been punished for standing.

Mr. Xu closed the book and stood up, and it was only then that Tan Heming noticed that there were two boxes on the table next to him.

Mr. Xu walked towards Tan Heming, Tan Heming subconsciously wanted to step back, he was indeed a little afraid of Mr. Xu now, he tried to stabilize his body, at least not to act like a frightened rabbit.

Mr. Xu walked up to him, stretched out his fingers and slid his face, Tan Heming's eyelashes trembled, revealing his nervousness, he stared straight at Mr. Xu, his lips pursed into a straight line.

"Do you still want to go?"

Mr. Xu's index finger caressed his eyes, talking about the crane singing like a frightened bird, and he had a premonition that if he said the wrong thing, Mr. Xu would immediately pull out his eyeballs.

Tan Heming's lips twitched, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he knew what he should say, but he didn't want to say that, he chose to be silent.

Mr. Xu sneered, "It's more interesting to resist than not to resist, but if it's too much, I don't like it." ”

Tan Heming knew that Mr. Xu was warning him that the pain in his body had not disappeared, and he had already seen Mr. Xu's methods.

His silence did not affect Mr. Xu anything.

Mr. Xu approached him, stretched out his slender hand and gently tugged at it, and the tie around his waist was pulled out like a water sleeve.

Before Tan Heming came back to his senses, he felt a chill, and in an instant he turned into a boiled egg with a peeled shell.

Tan Heming's eyes were very calm, Mr. Xu turned around and opened the box, picked up a red big-sleeved shirt from it, Tan Heming's eyes were a crimson, very long, and the back was embroidered with gold thread all the way to the golden phoenix, the workmanship was complicated, luxurious and extravagant.

Mr. Xu draped the big-sleeved shirt made of fine silk on Tan Heming's body, the crimson shirt, the noble golden phoenix, lined with Tan Heming's beautiful and sharp appearance, especially when he raised his eyes, the pair of phoenix eyes that were difficult to look at were shining.

Mr. Xu's hand slid over Tan Heming's face, "It's beautiful, it's very flattering to you." ”

He pushed Tan Heming onto the white sheet, with the white background crimson as the scene, and the beauty was like a painting.