Although Ahn Linghyun avoided the location of the incident in advance based on the memories of the previous life, the power of the plot still caused disaster to befall him.

The same fierce offensive methods, the same embarrassed way to escape, the same scarred and prostrated to the point of desperation. The difference is that after An Lingxuan passed out and fell to the ground, he did not meet the kind girl who rescued him again.

Soon, the chasing men and horses found An Lingxuan who had fainted in the corner, and at the signal of the dark night, everyone simply and rudely put him into a sack, tied him to the back of the car, and dragged him all the way away.

The car rose and fell on the remote and bumpy path, driving fast, An Lingxuan, who was hanging on the back of the car in a sack, was constantly thrown up and down, his body was sometimes thrown high in the air, sometimes he fell heavily to the ground, sometimes he rubbed on the ground, and sometimes he was hit by the protruding rocks.

He was in a coma due to excessive blood loss, but was woken up by severe pain during the bumpy road. The whole body was covered with high swollen bruises, and the five abdomen and six organs seemed to be in a huge mixer, and the shock was almost displaced, and the sharp stones pierced the sack and pierced into the skin fiercely, and the whole body was covered with such large and small wounds, dripping with blood.

An Lingxuan bit her lip and forcibly held back the sound of wanting to exhale pain.

"Night," he gritted his teeth, silently reciting the man's name. Although he didn't know why Yan Ling'er didn't appear in time to save himself from fire and water in this life, and he didn't know why his situation at this moment was far more tragic than in the previous life, he understood that he couldn't show weakness or give in, only in this way could he live and return all the pain and humiliation he suffered now to the dark night.

It was getting dark, and the speed of the car slowed down.

Crossing an overgrown path, the car stopped in front of an abandoned factory building.

Night's men untied the rope tied to the back of the car and kicked the sack so hard that the people in the sack immediately moved violently.

"Yo, it's not dead yet" The man looked at the sacks on the ground with some surprise, and sighed secretly, "It's really fateful"

Then, he did not untie the bag, but dragged the person directly along the thorny path to the factory.

"Boss, what to do with him"

The night watched silently for a while, and his expression changed for a while, when suddenly he squatted down and untied the mouth of the bag.

An Lingxuan's exposed face was completely indistinguishable from its original outline and appearance, and the face was swollen, with bruises and bruises and criss-crossing wounds all over it.

An Lingxuan tilted his head and glared at the night, his eyes full of burning anger.

Such a pair of gloomy and sharp eyes would naturally be extremely intimidating if they were placed on his original handsome face, but at this time, the eyelids around those eyes were high and swollen, squeezing the kernel and whites of the eyes so that there was almost only a narrow line left, and with his face that looked like some kind of delicious and lazy animal, it only looked extremely funny.

Styx curled the corners of his lips slightly, and his eyes were full of sarcastic smiles, he stood up, raised his foot and stepped on Ahn Lingxuan's violently undulating chest, and said to him in a voice that only the two of them could hear—