The game character on the screen kicks back and kicks another character hard to the ground.
As the opponent's blood bar cleared, a cheerful victory notification sounded in the room, and the winning game character laughed out of the screen and made a "yeah" gesture.
It's just that the player manipulating the character still has a cold look, and has not been shocked by the game's winning or losing.
"Sure enough, I still can't beat you," Han Tingfeng laughed heartily, and said with emotion, "It was like this before."
Jiang Zhao didn't answer. Many years ago, Han Tingfeng's game skills were not very good. Compared with Jiang Zhao, he lost nine out of ten games. Get the feeling of victory.
Right now, Jiang Zhao just wanted to punch him, and let Han Tingfeng experience what real person PK is.
However, his body is still uncomfortable now, and there is a driver in this villa that he has never met until now. Before he found a chance to leave this room, he could only temporarily recharge his batteries and be ready to escape and fight against two at any time.
Under Jiang Zhao's vigilant gaze, Han Tingfeng put down the game controller: "I've been playing for three hours today, let's play again tomorrow, it's time for dinner."
"Want to eat at a restaurant?" Jiang Zhao asked suddenly.
Han Tingfeng was taken aback for a moment, then laughed again: "Xiao Zhao means that you want to have dinner with me?"
Jiang Zhao froze for a moment, then endured his nausea and nodded.
Han Tingfeng smiled even brighter: "Of course I also want to be with you, but before our relationship is confirmed, you'd better not leave this room."
Jiang Zhao withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, and went through the eight lifetimes of Han Tingfeng's ancestors in his heart.
Han Tingfeng stood up from the carpet and said, "I'll bring dinner over later, wait for me, Xiao Zhao."
The door lock fell with a "click", and Jiang Zhao sat on the carpet for a while, then threw away the game controller in his hand, got up and came to the door that he hadn't opened all this time.
hesitate again and again.
He still raised his hand and pressed the cold doorknob.
—
Han Tingfeng knocked on the door: "Xiao Zhao?"
There was no movement in the bedroom.
Han Tingfeng's movements paused, and he pushed the door straight in, without hesitation looking at the door that he had been expecting Jiang Zhao to open.
However, the moment he turned his head, a basketball hit him straight in the face!
Han Tingfeng turned sideways to avoid it decisively. Just when he was holding the plate in both hands and had no time to guard behind him, Jiang Zhao, who had been hiding behind the door, suddenly appeared and wrapped the things in his hand around Han Tingfeng's neck!
The cold and heavy feeling made Han Tingfeng suffocate, only to realize that what locked his throat was actually the chains of the shackles.
"Cough...Xiao Zhao," Jiang Zhao pressed him directly to the ground, and the food in his hand spilled all over the floor. In the embarrassment, Han Tingfeng still looked straight at Jiang Zhao, as if he was the only one he could see in this world. Usually, "Are you going to... kill me?"
Jiang Zhao didn't say a word, and the chains in his hands tightened inch by inch.
The heartbeat in his chest became faster and faster, as if it was about to penetrate his chest. It was the first time Jiang Zhao did this kind of thing. He watched Han Tingfeng's face quickly turn purple from lack of oxygen, but the strength in his hand was not the slightest bit. Don't dare to take it lightly.
Are you going to kill him
Should this be considered self-defense
He didn't want to do this, but if he didn't do it, could he wait for the next chance to escape
"Xiao... Zhao."
Although life and death are on the line, Han Tingfeng's eyes were always clear. He seemed to ignore the chain around his neck, and said intermittently: "I... have always been very grateful to you..."
"On that day... saved... me..."
Jiang Zhao's pupils shrank slightly.
What Han Tingfeng said was their first meeting.
At that time, the Han family had just moved to the villa area, and Han Tingfeng, a child from a single-parent family, naturally became the laughing stock of the children in this area.
Jiang Zhao had just returned from the compound where his grandparents lived, so he was not familiar with the children in this area.
However, he is naturally beautiful, can play any game best, and immediately becomes the most sought after existence among his peers.
He had never paid attention to the existence of Han Tingfeng, a cowardly kid who would only look at them from a distance when they were playing, which made Jiang Zhao, who had a playful heart at the time, not very interested.
Until one day, Jiang Zhao saw a few children team up and pressed Han Tingfeng's face into a dirty puddle that had just rained, and scolded Han Tingfeng for being a motherless thing.
Although Jiang Zhao was young, Ms. Xu had taught him what it means to see injustice, and he had always acted rashly, directly beating up the group of children severely.
After that, Han Tingfeng became a clingy man around him.
But how did that well-behaved little devil with clear eyes who timidly held his coat corner and gave him all the candies the teacher gave him, turned into the hideous appearance he is now
At the moment Jiang Zhao was distracted, Han Tingfeng suddenly took out the electric shock device from his pocket.
There was a sharp pain in the neck, and at the moment when the eyes went dark, Jiang Zhao silently evoked a self-deprecating smile.
Since then, all his old friendship with Han Tingfeng has been completely wiped out.
—
After waking up again, Jiang Zhao didn't sit up immediately, but moved his fingers lightly.
My body was not as painful as before, but it was still very uncomfortable.
He weakly and slowly opened his eyes, subconsciously looked towards the bedside, and shuddered instantly.
Han Tingfeng was sitting by the bed, staring at him for an unknown amount of time.
Meeting his gaze, Han Tingfeng was not flustered, the extremely hypocritical scum did not feel guilty at all, but showed him an apologetic smile: "How are you, Xiao Zhao?"
This kind of sincere and concerned gaze formed a strong contrast with what he did. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be too scared to speak.
But Jiang Zhao only had palpitations for two seconds, and immediately regained his composure.
He moved his somewhat heavy foot lightly, and as expected, the weapon used to attack Han Tingfeng returned to his ankle again.
His original purpose was to suffocate Han Tingfeng and faint, but now it seems that he might as well just slap him on the forehead with his shackles and smash him to death.
Jiang Zhao's thoughts turned rapidly, and he was silent at first. Han Tingfeng looked at his pale face, but he thought he was stimulated.
He likes Jiang Zhao's arrogant way of shouting at him, but when Jiang Zhao reveals a vulnerable side that is hard to see normally, it makes him even more excited.
Han Tingfeng couldn't hide his joy, and he said in a more gentle tone than usual, "Xiao Zhao, I won't do anything to you, don't be afraid."
Jiang Zhao's eyelashes trembled, and he turned away from him.
Seeing that Han Tingfeng couldn't be coaxed, he stopped pestering her. He left for a while, and when he came back, he pushed a wheelchair into the room.
Jiang Zhao looked at the wheelchair being sent all the way to the bed, but said nothing.
Han Tingfeng leaned down: "Xiao Zhao, I'll carry you up."
As soon as he stretched out his hand, Jiang Zhao's voice was as cold as frost and snow: "Don't touch me."
It doesn't seem to be tough as before, but it seems to be trying to be brave.
Han Tingfeng withdrew his hand with a smile. He watched Jiang Zhao strenuously get up from the bed, endured the strong discomfort in his body, and moved himself from the bed to the wheelchair bit by bit.
The whole process took several minutes before Jiang Zhao sat firmly in the wheelchair, with a little sweat on his forehead.
"Where do you want to push me?" His voice was hoarse.
Han Tingfeng looked at him with such tenderness as if he could melt water: "Xiao Zhao, don't you really want to go and see that room?"
Jiang Zhao was silent for a while.
He stood in front of that door for a long time today, but he still didn't go in in the end.
Once inside, Han Tingfeng's wish was fulfilled, even if he was killed, he would not bow his head.
But the situation is different now, Jiang Zhao sneered: "I can't even move, you gave me the right to choose?"
Han Ting said in a warm voice: "If you are more obedient, I will give you everything."
Jiang Zhaoquan pretended not to hear it.
Han Tingfeng stopped forcing him and pushed the wheelchair towards the closed door.
Jiang Zhao's fingers curled up involuntarily.
What could be in that room, little black room? The utensils used to humiliate him in a mess
The thoughts in his mind became more and more outrageous, Jiang Zhao pretended to be calm, but actually watched Han Tingfeng push the door and enter with great nervousness, and then pressed the ceiling light switch on the wall.
The soft light shrouded down, Jiang Zhao looked at everything in the room, but was stunned.
There are indeed a lot of things in the room, but there are no messy and weird things, but there are some sundries everywhere.
Game consoles, basketball jerseys, nunchakus, as small as a pen, as large as an old piano, all look like old things that have long been idle.
But when Jiang Zhao glanced over those items inch by inch, a guess suddenly exploded in his mind.
His goose bumps stood up visibly, and as if he could see through his mind, Han Tingfeng happened to lean down and chuckled softly next to him:
"That's right, Xiao Zhao, these are all your things."
"It's the proof that I... love you."
Jiang Zhao froze in the wheelchair, unable to speak a word.
He recognized everything here, the game console he didn't want after updating, the jersey he couldn't find after the high school game, and the nunchaku was his birthday present to Han Tingfeng.
Immediately afterwards, he watched Han Tingfeng walk to the tightly drawn curtain in this room, and raised his hand to pull it away.
Under the curtain is a wall without windows, and on this wall, there are at least a thousand photos pasted on top of each other.
his photo.
Jiang Zhao no longer knew how to evaluate this matter.
He could only try his best to keep calm, and when Han Tingfeng introduced these things to him infatuatedly, he said coldly: "You are really a lunatic."
"The day I fell in love with you, I was already crazy, Xiao Zhao." Han Tingfeng didn't feel insulted at all, "And, you're going to be with a lunatic soon."
Jiang Zhao looked at the corner of the room in disbelief.
When he entered the door, he noticed that there was a wedding dress as white as snow, but this wedding dress was not a woman's size, it was hung on a headless male plastic mannequin.
The wedding dress fit the plastic mannequin perfectly, yet it looked so weird.
Jiang Zhao has always been puzzled, and finally got the answer to the "relationship" that Han Tingfeng kept talking about.
"You're dreaming," he sneered coldly, "In this kind of ghostly place, are you going to ask God to officiate your wedding?"
Han Tingfeng took his hand, and after being thrown away by Jiang Zhao, without any anger, he lightly sniffed his fingertips and said with a smile:
"It doesn't matter."
"I don't need anyone to preside over it. This is a wedding just for the two of us."
—
Jiang Zhao suffered from insomnia all night.
When the morning came, he looked at the wedding dress on the bed with cold eyes.
Letting him wear this kind of thing is really more uncomfortable than killing him. However, Han Tingfeng only let him choose to wear it by himself, or be helped by Han Tingfeng.
In this case, he had no other choice at all.
Ten minutes later, Jiang Zhao knocked on the bedroom door from the inside out, and said, "I'm done."
Han Tingfeng unlocked the door, and the moment the bedroom opened, his eyes lit up.
The young man was wearing a tube top wedding dress with a white lotus leaf collar. The upper body was tied close to the body, pinching out a slender waistline, and the pure white skirt on the lower body fell to the ground.
Even though the legs were covered, he knew that under the skirt inside was a pair of long, white and beautiful legs.
No makeup was applied to his face, but his naturally thick face and those charming eyes still caught people's attention.
In particular, Jiang Zhao's hair has grown a little longer during this period, and the hair that can be tied up hangs lazily behind his neck, which further blurs his sense of gender, making people think that this is a delicate and sculpted beauty.
"Xiao Zhao," Han Tingfeng's eyes seemed to be enchanted, "You are so beautiful today."
Jiang Zhao's expression remained calm: "Can you go or not?"
Han Tingfeng stretched out his arm in a very gentlemanly manner. Jiang Zhao glanced at the gloves on his hand, deliberately continued to pretend to be weak, and put his arm on his forearm.
This was the first time Jiang Zhao had a chance to step out of the room since he was kidnapped, and it was also his only chance to escape.
According to Han Tingfeng, once the two "confirm the relationship", then Han Tingfeng will not just play games with him in the same room.
Just thinking about going to bed with Han Tingfeng in his mind, Jiang Zhao felt so disgusting that he could even spit out the food of his previous life, he might as well be raped by a dog, even if it was Xiao Si.
But one night passed... Did the others find him? Did Han Tingfeng really do things so cleanly, without leaving any clues
Jiang Zhao's mind was a little messy, he forced himself to calm down, his face was still pale, and he looked no different from yesterday's state.
The two walked through the long corridor, and Jiang Zhaocai realized that they should be on the second floor of a villa. At this time, Han Tingfeng was leading him to the third floor.
The dome on the third floor was ridiculously high, close to five or six meters. When Jiang Zhaohuai was full of doubts, he followed Han Tingfeng and pushed open the door on the third floor, and white rose petals all over the sky fell from the top of his head.
Red carpet, flowers, church-like design, the windows here finally have no fences, but glass like churches. The bright lights in the morning came from the window, making the whole room bright.
Han Tingfeng smiled slightly: "Xiao Zhao, you are unique and the most beautiful bride today."
Jiang Zhao curled his lips mockingly.
Indeed, a bride who gets married in shackles is so fucking unique.
Han Tingfeng took his hand and walked step by step to the empty marriage witness office not far away. They also specially visited the seats prepared for the guests. Naturally, there was no one there at this time, only scattered white petals fell from the flower balls on the roof, like a group of guests who watched silently.
Jiang Zhao suddenly said, "Why didn't you lock the church too?"
Obviously, the other windows are equipped with iron bars as thick as a forearm.
Han Tingfeng smiled: "It's okay, Xiao Zhao."
The implication is that even if Jiang Zhao smashes the glass, it will be useless. This is the third floor, not to mention that he is still wearing a pair of shackles weighing more than ten catties.
Jiang Zhao snorted: "But I think the shackles seem to be heavier today, do you know why?"
Han Tingfeng looked at him, and Jiang Zhao looked back at him, showing a rather bright smile.
When he had a cold face, he was good-looking enough, but when he smiled, it was so fascinating that Han Tingfeng lost his mind in an instant.
In the next second, Jiang Zhao directly lifted up his skirt, pulled out a thing that was stuck on the pannier, and slapped it directly on Han Tingfeng's face: "Because I am your grandfather! Idiot!!"
Han Tingfeng let out a cry of pain, covered his face and took a few steps back, while Jiang Zhao kicked off his high heels, and ran towards the glass not far away.
"return!!"
Han Tingfeng's hoarse roar came from behind.
Jiang Zhaocai doesn't care about those things, such as the third floor, such shackles, such insane things—
Nothing can stop him.
With the sound of "哗啦", Jiang Zhao's figure jumped into the extremely bright sunlight outside together with countless colored glass shards.
—
an hour ago.
Xiao Si also looked at the message sent by his subordinates, and said hoarsely: "Got it."
He shifted gears neatly and rushed out.
The searched address was on a very remote hill on the outskirts of the capital. The mountain road up the mountain was steep and without any guardrails. The men who followed were driving at full speed for stability.
But Xiao Si also directly stepped on the accelerator, and the SUV seemed to turn into a ghost in the daytime, and rushed up the mountain without hesitation.
When he rode Juechen to the top of the mountain, he saw a villa rising from the ground, designed like a European-style castle, and also like a lonely cage.
He opened the door and got out of the car, and took down a pocket knife and a pair of knuckles.
But just as he was about to reach the door of the villa, the stained glass on the third floor of the villa suddenly shattered!
Among the glass fragments in the sky, a white shadow was like a flower blooming in the sky. His body was covered with the light reflected by the glass, and then he fell straight down.
Like an angel who fell into the world.
Xiao Si also rushed forward almost instinctively, and hugged the exploding mass of white.
The huge impact caused the two of them to roll directly on the ground several times. Jiang Zhao was dizzy and felt that he might go to say hi to God with the unlucky ghost he just hit.
But when he got up from the grass enduring the pain all over his body, he was suddenly hugged tightly by that unlucky ghost.
Before he had time to push the other party away, a sense of familiarity came over his face, and Jiang Zhao's heart moved: "Xiao Si?"
Xiao Si didn't speak either.
A few seconds later, Jiang Zhao found himself shaking.
Could it be that there were some sequelae of this fall? !
Jiang Zhao was shocked, but he immediately noticed that it wasn't his body shaking.
— It was Xiao Si who also hugged his hands tightly, trembling involuntarily.
As if... some kind of fluke and joy after being lost and recovered.
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