Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Song Le frowned upon hearing this, but he never thought of this.

When my nerves were tense, I heard the middle-aged man say again: "Press this woman down first and lock her up."

"Yes, sir." The young man said coldly and respectfully.

So Song Le, unwilling to be angry, was carried on his shoulders again.

The young man seemed to have walked out of the room, walking slowly, through the noisy corridor or something, and turned several corners.

Song Le didn't have any other discomfort except that his abdomen was hurt by his hard shoulder blades.

But the man's arm around her waist was enough to make her sick.

Song Le struggled violently, but was forcefully suppressed, her abdomen was pressed extremely uncomfortably, she moaned in unbearable pain, and gritted her teeth.

The young man seemed to have caught her pain, stopped in his tracks, changed her position, and held her in his arms.

Song Le was even more disgusted.

But even if the man saw her repulsion, he didn't say a word, he just tightened his hands and continued to walk forward.

The surroundings are noisy, it seems to be in a bar, and the exciting music is interspersed with the flirting and booing of men and women from time to time.

Seeing that she couldn't break free, Song Le simply endured it and tried her best to calm down.

This should not be the first district.

Most of the people in the first district speak elegantly, or to put it bluntly, they are just pretending.

But the ones that were heard just now are obviously not, and there are not a few dirty ones.

And... just now, she committed all kinds of evil and rejected her purchase application. Is it because buying skills will change the ending of this world?

Faintly, Song Le felt that everything was coming to an end.

The urge to lethargy surged in untimely again, and Song Le's trimmed and sleek nails were desperately clutched into the palms of his hands to keep him awake.

But other than that, there is no clue.

She frowned.

Another turn.

The surrounding sounds dissipated a bit, as if there was a barrier, it seemed that this was to isolate her.

Song Le was secretly annoyed, but suddenly, she seemed to catch a familiar yet unfamiliar trembling female voice.

The voice was a little flustered, and it kept apologizing, as if it was extremely frightened.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I, I'll wipe it off for you..."

This is--

Song Le tried desperately to mobilize the memory, a shy smile of longing flashed back suddenly, and it was frozen in front of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, please let me go, I'm really sorry..."

"Go away! I'm sorry I have a fart! Still rubbing, is rubbing useful?! Lick it for me! Lick it clean!!" With an aggressive and vicious tone, the man was furious.

"I can't lick it clean today, I don't want to throw you into the fourth district as a slave!!"

After a period of silence, Song Le heard the rustling of clothes.

It seemed that the man slowly bent down and knelt on the ground, his movements were slow and difficult.

Even if he couldn't see it, Song Le could almost imagine the scene where the man slowly gave up struggling, leaned down to the ground, and opened his mouth in pain.

Subconsciously, he coughed violently, tried to turn around, and there was a continuous humming sound in his throat, and turned his head to look at the source of the sound just now.

Will this man help?

It felt like she had seen or knew her, otherwise it would be impossible to explain the sudden softening of her attitude.

Song Le struggled intensely, holding his breath and waiting.

Unexpectedly, the man actually spoke up, and said coldly to the bullying man, "Get lost."

And the girl was also stunned on the spot because of the sudden coughing sound.

Song Le heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of the man running away, but soon became annoyed, what stupid thing he was doing again.

With complicated thoughts, Song Le had given up all hope of resisting, and then heard the sound of the doorknob being turned open.

Entered another room.