Self-cultivation of fast-traveling cheap shou

In the shattered void, countless gears of different shapes, sizes, and thicknesses floated up and down, and they all kept a close or far distance from each other, irrelevant to each other.

In the state of soul, Lin Mao still has his legs hanging in the air, sitting on the edge of a huge oval gear, with his hands on both sides of his body, his head tilted back, and looking at the boundless sky above.

"What will the next world look like?"

The pages of the little yellow book flipped quickly, and when it stopped, a series of red characters appeared on the title page on the right.

——Same as the previous world, it was voted by the readers of the real world, and the value of sadomasochism ranks the ninth at the top.

"How long?" Lin Mao's face was cold.

— eight days and nights.

"Call me when we arrive." Lin Mao's eyelids closed slowly, he kept his sitting posture unchanged, and began to sink into the deep sea of ​​consciousness.

--it is good.

The words that floated out of the page were not watched. Little Yellow Book turned around and floated upwards from Lin Mao's face. There was a link to the previous novel world, and one could see what was happening inside.

Little Yellow Book watched quietly.

With the arrest of Qiao Yue, many properties under his name were thoroughly investigated by the police, including the tattoo room where Lin Mao jumped off the building.

When the police raided the tattoo room, many tattoo artists were still tattooing naked people. When the door was violently pushed open, most of the tattoo machines in their hands were still operating.

The police asked everyone to raise their hands and not move, and the tools in the hands of the tattoo artist hit the ground one after another, making a blunt sound.

Those naked people with tattoos, lying down, sitting down, their expressions are basically the same, like toy puppets who have been fixed, their eyes are straight, and their expressions are stiff. No matter whether the police are questioning or touching, they will None responded.

Some police officers found some underwear in the house and helped them put them on.

Other officers began to search the tattoo room carefully. One of them saw a closed door on the right. The officer pulled a tattoo artist over and asked him what was inside.

The tattooist's pupils dilated suddenly, and he faltered, unable to speak clearly for a long time.

The policeman pushed him away and walked up alone. He held the doorknob and turned it slightly to the left, only to hear a click, and the door opened in response.

However, the scene in the house made the police officers who had seen various crime scenes feel chills in their hearts.

A bloody person, his hair was still black and not red with blood. With this, the police were able to confirm that it was still a person.

Both hands were pulled straight, each bound by an iron chain, and hung on the wall.

Also completely naked, without a single strand of clothing.

The face, chest, limbs, and places that can be seen by the eyes are all tattooed with patterns. It should not be long since the tattoo was applied, and the blood has not dried up. In some parts, the blood is still slowly seeping.

The police officer took a breath and walked towards the bloody man. A colleague outside the door noticed the situation here and followed him. When he saw everything inside, he shouted loudly, and other police officers surrounded him. come over.

The policeman stood in front of the bloody man. He reached out his hand under the nose of the bloody man. Sensing that there was still some breath, he waved to his colleague and asked someone to come over and help him untie the chain.

The iron chain looked thin, but it was directly forcibly welded on. Unless you use an iron saw, it is absolutely impossible to break it apart by manpower alone.

The police officer asked his colleague to call a professional immediately. He found a gray coat on the ground next to him, picked it up and shook the dust, and then covered the unconscious man.

In the middle, he felt something in the pocket of his clothes. The police officer took out the contents. It was a small wallet. When he opened it, the first thing he saw was a rather handsome face.

The policeman's dark sword eyebrows were slightly frowned. He seemed to have seen this face in his daughter's room. After thinking about it again, he remembered that some time ago, his daughter who was in high school was chasing an urban love drama. This photo The young people in it seem to be playing the male supporting role in it.

The daughter seems to like the celebrity very much, and even bought a gift specially, and sent it to the entertainment company where the other party works. In the end, it is unknown whether the gift reached the celebrity.

The police officers moved their eyes from the photo to the hanged victim, but they couldn't connect the two people together.

The star's real name seems to be Yi, Yi Jiasheng, yes, Yi Jiasheng.

The police officer was a little worried for a while, and he didn't know what would happen if his daughter knew what happened to the star.

Therefore, not releasing the information of the victims for the time being is also considered to protect them...

Although it wasn't considered stolen goods, there was no doubt that the recipient of the batch of arms was Qiao Yue.

After Qiao Yue was arrested, in view of Qiao Yue's family background, the court did not open a court session, but directly tried it internally, and sentenced Qiao Yue to ten years in prison.

On the day when he was escorted to the prison, Joe's father sent someone over to tell Qiao Yue that not only was his father not promoted to a full-time job this time, but also because of him, he was now facing the situation of being investigated, and asked Qiao Yue to stay in prison Introspecting, as for when to get him out, this cannot be determined.

Qiao Yue was sitting in the rickety prison car with a group of prisoners, his hands were locked by cold handcuffs, and the high-end suit he was wearing was so wrinkled that it didn't look as expensive as it used to be.

After driving for more than two hours, the car arrived at a remote county town, and finally stopped outside the high wall.

The prison van was opened from the outside, and the police officers with live ammunition yelled at the prisoners to get out of the van quickly.

The prisoners moved stiffly one by one like salted fish and walked down from the compartment.Qiao Yue was the last one. As soon as he stepped out, the prison guard next to him grabbed his arm and lifted him off.

Qiao Yue hadn't eaten well for a few days, and his physical strength was not as good as these prison guards, but his eyes were very sharp, and he just glanced at the prison guard so lightly, which made the prison guard feel scared.

This is obviously not a good start. He has not changed from the status of a rich boy to a prisoner who has committed a crime. In prison, he will be the type with the least human rights.

The prison guard took it for granted that this handsome prisoner, who looked embarrassed but still unabated, was provoking him. Hit him hard.

Qiao Yue was beaten so that he staggered forward, and his back suddenly hurt so badly that his bones almost shifted.Qiao Yue twisted his face, and when he saw the iron rod in the prison guard's hand, the expression he wanted to show slowly faded away.

He is not really ignorant of current affairs, and it is only a blink of an eye to recognize his current situation.

But all this is just the beginning.

After entering the prison, all the prisoners were taken to a specific room, and all their clothes were taken off first, and all their belongings were handed over.From hair to toes, from mouth to lower body, every place is carefully checked.

This was the first time Qiao Yue felt humiliation in his 27 years of life. He never knew that the word humiliation would fall on him one day.

Qiao Yue's face became gloomy, and he followed behind the prisoner, step by step, and turned to another large empty room.

The white disinfectant powder rushed towards them, and the prisoners turned into white-faced men in an instant, followed by a powerful stream of water sprayed from a huge water gun. After the previous physical examination, each received a set of prison uniforms.

The prisoners put on uniforms of the same style and went out of the room, one after another, in a single file, and walked towards the place where they were about to serve their sentence.

After passing through several electronic door locks, we finally arrived at the terminal cell.

Qiao Yue was at the back of the prisoner and walked all the way. The prisoners on the left and right, as well as the upstairs, were lying behind the iron gate, looking at them like monkeys, laughing and evil.

New prisoners come in, which means new toys arrive.

Whistles, shouts, and even obscene sounds attacked from all directions, Qiao Yue turned his face to the right, and the prisoners in the cell that he glanced at screamed loudly as if they had taken a stimulant. Some of them made a circle with one hand, and stretched out the index finger of the other hand, inserting it into the circle, doing repeated movements, Qiao Yue turned his gaze back, and the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

Qiao Yue and a 30-year-old prisoner were placed on the left side of the second floor, in the cell at the end of the corridor. There was already one person living in it, with two iron beds and four bunks. Qiao Yue chose the cell on the right. shop.

This night seemed to be spent peacefully, but Qiao Yue suffered from insomnia all night, falling from heaven to hell really just overnight.

The piercing ringing of bells in the morning carried through the entire prison area, and the doors of the noisy rooms were opened one by one. This moment began, signaling the arrival of a new day.

Qiao Yue followed his roommate to the cafeteria on the first floor to eat. The breakfast was very simple, a fist-sized old noodle steamed bun, a bowl of porridge with almost no rice grains, and a few pieces of pickled cabbage.

Holding his own plate, Qiao Yue walked back, ready to find an empty seat. Unexpectedly, a leg came out of the empty space in front of him. Qiao Yue didn't notice, and tripped directly. The plate in his hand was not stable. After a bang, the steamed buns and porridge all fell to the ground, especially the white flour steamed buns, which rolled several meters away and then stopped on the sole of a certain shoe.The shoe stepped on the bottom, and the already dusty steamed buns turned black.

There were gloating and teasing laughter in his ears, and Qiao Yue glanced around the prisoners, his eyes darkened.He turned around to grab another meal, but his arm was grabbed.

Qiao Yue's heart became angry, and he turned his head suddenly, and a steamed bun appeared in front of him.

"...Young Master Qiao, you eat from me. Everyone here can only get one meal." The prisoner who approached him was an unfamiliar face, thin and small, but he was holding Qiao Yue's hand, his fingertips were rough, and Qiao Yue's gaze He looked at the prisoner's face for a few seconds, and then took the buns he gave him.

It should be his father, although he was blamed on the phone, but after all, they are father and son, blood is thicker than water, this relationship, no matter what he did wrong, can not be cut off.

Qiao Yue sat with the prisoner with bald hair, many unexplained or malicious eyes lingered on him, Qiao Yue calmly ate his breakfast.

For the garment making job arranged in the morning, Qiao Yue was considered a newcomer, and the prison arranged for another prisoner to take him with him. Qiao Yue watched the whole process and had no intention of doing it. The prisoner's bodyguard was not in the same group as him. In the group next door.

In the afternoon, I also learned how to operate it. The prisoner who took him was very conscientious, but Qiao Yue didn't care at all.It is impossible for him to really stay here for ten years, and he probably will go out in a short time. He dismisses these rubbish things.

At night, after eating a dinner where there were not a few grains of oil in sight, Qiao Yue took the toiletries distributed by the prison and went to the bathhouse to take a bath.

There were a lot of people inside at this time, and before they got close, they heard all kinds of noisy voices.The bodyguard followed him. He had reminded Joe in advance to come back later. It is easy for various situations to emerge in the bathhouse. There are no cameras here, and there will be no prison guards watching at all times. Many bloody incidents in prisons are Happening here.Qiao Yue has just arrived, so it's best to avoid this outlet first.

Qiao Yue has always followed himself and rarely listened to other people's suggestions. What's more, in his understanding, since those people have regarded him as a target, if he is really timid and gives them a bullying impression, maybe later It will only get worse, it is better to show toughness from the beginning.

Because of the large number of people bathing in the bathroom, the white mist was evaporating in the room. Qiao Yue and the prisoner's bodyguard walked through the white and red prisoners all the way, and found a place with relatively few people.

He hung the towel on the iron hook above and unbuttoned the prison uniform. Many eyes were on him. He took off his clothes neatly without any scruples. When he was about to bend down to take off his prison pants, he heard bursts of surprise.

Qiao Yue's movements stopped for a moment, and he only now remembered what was on his back.What was in Qiao Yue's mind at that time, Qiao Yue still hasn't figured it out, probably this idea came up, and then he asked the tattoo artist to tattoo him.

It was exactly the same as the one on Lin Mao's back, covering the entire back, with a bright color of blood-colored manjusawa. Qiao Yue himself only saw it on the day the tattoo was done, and never paid attention to it afterwards.

Qiao Yue stood up straight and turned his back to the wall. His upper body was naked, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, his muscles were beautifully textured, and his six-pack abs were clearly discernible. Although he seldom did anything by himself on weekdays, he would do quantitative ones every day. fitness.The figure is naturally much better than ordinary people.

This prison is full of male creatures, and there are no females. Of course, the object of venting is transferred to the same sex. For those who vent, as long as there is a place to insert, whether the body is male or female is no longer their concern.

But right now, the appearance of Qiao Yue made this kind of people's desire even higher.

Some timid ones hurriedly put on their clothes and ran away in a panic before they finished taking a shower. The others didn't want to be affected. In less than a minute, only Qiao Yue and the prisoner's bodyguards were left in the huge bathroom And the seven or eight prisoners who blocked his way out.

Like hyenas, this group of people greedily glanced at Qiao Yue from head to toe with lewd eyes. Even though Qiao Yue was still wearing long pants, he had the illusion of being stripped naked and being raped.

Qiao Yue pinched his phalanx twice, making a crackling sound.

I don't know who yelled first, and both sides broke out together.

The iron fist hit the flesh and bone, the body tangled together, water splashed everywhere, and blood flew everywhere.

When the prison guards arrived at the end, the fierce fighting had stopped, and only Qiao Yue stood among the prisoners lying all over the ground. The prisoner's bodyguard also fell on the cold ground in order to protect him. Qiao Yue's handsome cheeks were blue and red After handing over, he took off his clothes from the iron hook, put them on, and walked out of the bathroom.

The prison guards rushed in with their batons. Qiao Yue was hit on the forehead by the head of the prison guard, and the blood suddenly gushed out.

His upright body crashed to the ground, and the prison guards grabbed him with both hands and buckled him behind his back. His face was pressed tightly against the wet ground, and the tip of his nose smelled the decaying smell of the floor.

The pain is going away, and the noisy voice is also far away. It seems that at this moment, everything around him is retreating rapidly, and there is only one person left in his world.

At the same time, all the sensations were concentrated on the back, where the tattoos began to burn, and it was so hot that Joe felt that his soul was screaming.

Qiao Yue raised his head and looked out at the dark night sky through the high window.

He had never regretted anything in his life, but at this moment, he suddenly began to regret.

He was thinking, if he didn't take Lin Mao to the tattoo room that day, but took him home and locked him up so that he could only be owned by him, maybe he wouldn't have fallen from the building, wouldn't have even The corpse doesn't belong to him anymore.

The bullet that shot into Han Xiao's chest was only two millimeters away from his heart. After six hours of surgery, the bullet was finally taken out.

As for Han Xiao, he was able to wake up from the coma on the third day of the operation.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he called the assistant in the room over and asked him where Lin Mao's body had gone.

The assistant returned to Lord Ling with the body, and left the city that day. Their next whereabouts were lost, so it is unknown.

Han Xiao had a dull pain in his chest. He was half lying on the hospital bed, unable to laugh or cry even if he wanted to.

He still remembered the joy of regaining what was lost before, but in the blink of an eye, what appeared before him was Lin Mao's body falling from a high altitude, and the blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.

The ceiling in the ward is white, and the quilts are also white, but it is this white that makes Han Xiao feel trembling. Lin Mao's blood stains them red, and Han Xiao feels that he cannot stay in this place any longer.

He was about to get out of bed when he lifted the quilt. As soon as his feet touched the ground, the violent action pulled the wound that was healing. He gasped, his body shook, and he almost fell down.

With the help of the assistant, Han Xiao sat back on the hospital bed again, but he insisted on leaving, and the assistant didn't dare to stop him. Right now, Han Xiao's mood was on the verge of madness, and he might be dismissed if he got angry. The assistant thought he might I haven't been able to find a job with such a high salary for a while.

So I had no choice but to follow Han Xiao's wishes. The assistant took Han Xiao's clothes and changed them for him. Han Xiao swayed left and right and walked out of the ward. A person flashed out. Han Xiao was 1.9 meters tall, not short, but he was a few centimeters shorter than the man standing in front of him. The shape under the clothes is distinct.

The man's eyebrows are handsome, and he is not handsome, but anyone who has seen him will never forget that the murderous aura emanating from his body is as real as it is, making Han Xiao, who is stared at by him, tremble all over his body. Burning like a pinprick.

Han Xiao remembered that this man was Lin Mao's bodyguard. When Lin Mao vomited blood and died, the bodyguard's behavior was very strange, and he didn't make any moves from the beginning to the end. At that time, his focus was only on Lin Mao. After thinking about it later, he realized that abnormal.

Now that Lin Mao is dead, what is he doing here?

"He's dead!" Ling Si's voice was heavy, as if it was carrying the ghostly breath in the graveyard.

"He died, why..."

Of course Han Xiao knew who the other party was talking about, but anyone with a discerning eye should know that the death of Lin Mao who had changed into another body had nothing to do with him, whether directly or indirectly.

"Why?" Ling Si still said the same thing, but suddenly, his figure exploded, and even the assistant beside him couldn't react in time, Ling Si had already jumped in front of Han Xiao.

He pressed Han Xiao's shoulder with one arm, and stabbed Han Xiao's abdomen fiercely with the other.

A dull pain hit the sky and covered the sky, intertwined with the pain in his chest. Han Xiao almost stopped breathing. He looked down in disbelief and saw a short, brown-black knife inserted straight into his stomach. The handle was still outside, and as for the blade, it was completely submerged into his body.

"...You are still alive, why don't you go to be buried with him?"

Blood gushed from Han Xiao's mouth, and his surprised eyes changed in an instant, filled with satisfaction and relief.

That's right, Lin Mao is dead, both of them died before his eyes, he must be alone in hell, he should be with him.

Han Xiao fell back and hit the ground.The assistant was at a loss and wanted to go forward, but the man standing upright, just standing there, with that bloodthirsty majestic aura, made him dare not move a single step.

Seeing the tragedy that happened here, some medical staff screamed and called the police, and those who came around surrounded them.

Everything around him seemed to be deliberately isolated by some kind of force, and Ling Si couldn't hear any sound. He stepped over Han Xiao's body with his long legs, came out of the corridor, raised his head, and stared at the pale blue sky above.

It seems to be able to see a certain existence from the dusty clouds.

Far outside the world of novels, looking at the little yellow book in this world, the body of the book trembled, only feeling the light from the eyes of this npc, which seemed to make it tremble.

The eight days and nights are fleeting, and the little yellow book wakes up the sleeping Lin Mao, and one person and one book rush to the next novel world.

Xiao Huangshu did not tell Lin Mao what he saw before. After the plot of a novel is over, it will be taken back into the supreme code of abuse by the God of Abuse, and the law will also fall into an eternal deep sleep.It is impossible to find the law, and ask it why the npc suddenly appears abnormal. On the other hand, it is also very sure that after leaving the novel world, all npc will be forcibly stripped of all memories and emotions, and become a completely blank existence. After entering the next world, they will be given a new personality.

It's just a small npc, nothing to be afraid of, the little yellow book emits a golden beam of light, covering it and Lin Mao at the same time.

The beam of light suddenly dimmed, and the shattered void returned to gray and white.

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It's not attacking and controlling, but it seems that I'm really not good at attacking and attacking, and it's easy to abuse and receive, ah, I have to reflect on it, and work hard in the next world.

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I know that many cuties feel that they have been abused like this, and their heart aches for him, but really, first of all, this is acting. A good actor strives to achieve the most realistic effect. Of course, after entering the play, he will definitely make a play. It's time for him, he feels less pain than ordinary people, and I set his emotions to be equally indifferent. On this point, I will introduce his past in the form of a special episode, that is, in the real world, but It is estimated that if you write it, you will cherish him even more, although he really doesn't care.Ma Ma, he himself didn't feel wronged, and he is not someone who would make himself feel wronged, so just take it easy and just read the article carefully.I know you guys love him, and I love him too, I drew him stroke by stroke, and I really like him.As for Gong, hey, I also like it, after all he is very handsome, the kind of appearance that breaks through the sky.