Feng Feng knew her affection for Li Huan, but she felt a little sour, as if she had taken possession of someone's precious things and couldn't use them, which was not a good thing for her or that person.

It's just that how can we resolve this embarrassing contradiction?

In the past few days, the autumn rain in City C has been one after another, and the cold air has made passers-by wear winter clothes early.

Liu Ziye stood in the aisle outside a shopping mall, staring at the kebab stall in the drizzle. These days, he has spent all the cash he had with him when he left and has not eaten since yesterday to today.

Penniless and thinly clothed, he shrunk and cursed loudly in this damned era, what about his imperial career? What about those good times of eating, drinking, and being merry?

Dazzled, he actually saw a pot helmet full of braised meat flickering in front of him, he swallowed his saliva, and immediately stretched out his hand, but the pot helmet retracted: "You go and help me do some work, there is something better than this." ”

He nodded violently, and as soon as he reached out, he snatched the pot helmet and feasted on it. The people next to them watched them talk in a whisper, and no one paid much attention to them, as if they were just the most ordinary nodding acquaintances among thousands of people.

Then, while eating, he got into the car with the man in a black suit and sunglasses. As soon as he got into the car, the man in the back seat pressed a hard object against his back, and the other quickly covered his face with a black scarf.

It is a beautiful room with thick carpets and bright lighting.

There are delicious food, fragrant wine, Liu Ziye doesn't care about anything else, first eat and drink, after the wine and food are full, sit on the wide chair, as if returning to the good times of the imperial period.

He looked around carefully, there were no windows for the supplies, the only door was locked from the outside, and he didn't know if it was day or night. There was silence all around, and there was an ethereal silence in the air. When he listened closely, he saw that it seemed to be a basement.

Psychological panic, what is this place?

He shouted, "Come on, come on......"

The surroundings were still quiet, but unconsciously, there was a square opening of about a foot on the wall on the left, as if it was an observation port.

A man in a white hat and a white mask spoke calmly: "What do you want?" ”