Yes, no light can be seen at all.
…
Cheng Muyun suddenly let go of his hand, and Wen Han's whole body seemed to be smashed into pieces, completely plunged into darkness. Standing in the shadow, Meng Liangchuan could see clearly the way he attacked, and subconsciously touched the back of his neck.
呲, cruel enough.
When Cheng Muyun left, Zhou Ke wrapped his arms and blocked the door of the basement, blocking Meng Liangchuan: "I really despise you." Meng Liangchuan said with a smile: "Don't be like this, kid, I've lost a lot of energy. find you."
"Especially your self-righteous little smarts."
Meng Liangchuan almost broke his merits, and the people around this man are really not good.
"I saved you that night in the woods, you know?"
Meng Liangchuan was stunned, but he didn't feel that his life was in danger.
Zhou Ke was quite interested in the rich facial expressions of this short man, and he rarely continued to tell him patiently: "Of course, I don't need you to thank me for saving your life. You didn't get your neck bitten by a Tibetan mastiff that night, so you should shower and change your clothes religiously. Go to the temple to read half-menstruation, instead of making some small obstacles to interfere with us."
Speaking of which, he was irritated.
The words that the man with glasses liked to say suddenly appeared in Zhou Ke's mind: "Rhythm, do things with rhythm." A light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and while Meng Liangchuan was still smiling, he kicked him in.
Hit the iron door and lock it.
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Wake up again.
There is a subtle, regular sound of hoofs in the ears.
Her stomach seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer against her hungry stomach, and bursts of sourness rose up. She twisted and twisted in pain, trying to stretch her limbs, but there was nothing she could do.
Eyelids are heavy.
But he still opened it with force, and when his vision changed from blurred to clear, he finally found himself somewhat dazedly, like a cargo, thrown on the back of a horse, unable to move at all, and tied from his hands to his legs.
There were familiar black military boots in front of her, walking beside the horse, she tried to raise her head.
It was such a subtle movement that Cheng Muyun, who was walking alone in the jungle, noticed that he led a horse and looked back at her with completely cold and dark eyes.
"What are you doing..." she asked weakly, opening her mouth.
Cheng Muyun didn't seem to want to talk to her, but in the night sky in the distance, there was a piercing scream.
Spread out in the vast night sky.
Just walking like this, I don't know where, I don't know where, I don't know when, he took her from darkness to deeper darkness, she felt colder and colder all over her body, her teeth were trembling, and she kept pounding. Trembling, it was on the verge of collapse.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Liar, murderer..."
"Why should I know you..."
From the questioning and questioning at the beginning to the whispering at the end, she used almost every language she could think of to vent her panic and helplessness. In the end, her voice gradually weakened. In the snowy mountains, she was wearing a thin coat and had exhausted all her strength and heat.
Where is this place
Is it near the snow mountain
Why is it so cold.
She closed her eyes tightly, in a trance, her body slowly didn't look like her own, like standing in the snow looking at the fire in the distance, in her hallucination, she kept stumbling, desperately trying to move forward run…
Cheng Muyun never answered anything. When it was almost dawn, he took her off the horse and threw her into a tall haystack. She was so frozen that she lost consciousness.
He squatted down and untied the ropes from her wrists and ankles, rubbing the soreness and numbness for her.
"It really looks like a small animal that grows in the tropics," he said with a smile from his throat, "so afraid of the cold?"
He felt that if she didn't regain her body temperature, she would really freeze to death.
So she unbuttoned her clothes, unzipped the zipper of her top, the buttons of her shirt, and her underwear, so that her soft breasts, her entire upper body, and her most precious heart were attached to her skin. superior.
Finally, with a coat, wrap her around herself like a child.
"I have a younger brother who is an alcoholic. He always carries a pot of the strongest wine in Russia, which is most suitable for you now," he said softly to Wen Han, who had fallen into a coma and a short sleep, "Unfortunately, I am very defensive. Quit, don't drink this kind of thing."
Wen Han fell into a coma.
When people reach a certain cold state, they will feel hot all over, as if walking in a sea of fire.
Wen Han didn't know where she read this, but in a dream, she couldn't get out of this sea of fire repeatedly, her mouth was dry, and she wanted to drink water. She didn't even feel hot and cold, and felt that she had entered the four seasons. The blissful world of spring.
…
She woke up in the dazzling sunlight.
I felt a rough and warm palm on my waist, constantly rubbing it, walking on my skin repeatedly. After a moment of trance, he suddenly woke up and it was him.
Muscles tensed, trying to push him away.
"Do you regret not listening to me?"
She narrowed her eyes and tried to speak, but was weakly unable to make a sound. Her body, which only grows in ordinary society, is on the verge of collapse after this day and night of mental and physical oppression... I heard him continue: "The hand-painted on your body has begun to fade, I will take you to tattoo A complete pattern."
She frowned: "No..."
He laughed, crashing hard into the depths.
She couldn't help but hum, with a weak nasal voice, which made people's blood boil.
Finally, feeling that she was almost exhausted, he pushed her into an orgasm and quickly pulled away.
The man who stood up looked at the thin body lying curled up in the grass, watching her black hair wrapped around her arms, not knowing whether it was wet with sweat or dew, but had to restrain the desire to release in her body .
Finally, he couldn't help but chuckle in a low voice before slowly zipping his trousers and re-fastening his belt.
Sweat dripped from her chest, gleaming slightly in the sunlight.
Cheng Muyun took off the travel bag on the horse's back, took out clean clothes to put on, and put on sports trousers and a top for her. He was very patient when dressing her, put her on his lap, put her on a little bit, tidied it up completely, and put her on the grass.
Finally took out a sealed glass bottle and needle from the bag, quickly changed the needle, and penetrated into her arm.
Wen Han struggled hard and looked at him with a blurry vision: "You... what are you calling me... "
He chuckled softly and said in Chinese, "Drugs or nutrient solution, which do you prefer?"
The words of this man are always unexpected.
She no longer has the strength to guess which of his words is true and which is false.
Then one day, he left her in the deserted jungle around him and left alone.
It was noon the next day when she came back. Except for being hungry, she didn't feel any discomfort at all, so she vaguely guessed that he was injecting herself with nutrient solution every few days.
The beginning of this journey is inexplicable, but it wears down her consciousness. When she was in a coma that day, Cheng Muyun used a hearty sex to drive away the cold in her body, and then after she regained her strength, she took her on the road. She resisted at first, but then slowly became numb.
Even when he encounters a water source, he will strip off his body to clean his body, and he does not know how to resist.
"Don't think about escaping," he told her on the third night. "Nepal is the country with the largest number of missing people in the world. This is a mountainous area, and villagers are often killed by wild beasts."
At that time, she was holding his knife, aimed at his heart, and wanted to threaten him to let her go.
He didn't have the anger in the capital city, and he seemed indifferent: "You can't speak the language here, you can't protect yourself, and you can't even tell the difference between south, south, north and west. It seems that killing me - it doesn't do any good."
She held the knife in both hands, her heart was pounding, and her face was flushed because she was too embarrassed.
Cheng Muyun leaned against the tree trunk and raised his eyes to admire her chest heaving with anger.
"What on earth are you trying to do," Wen Han slowly put down the knife, panting uncontrollably, and had to give in to what he said, "Why did you bring me here?" It was difficult to threaten him even if he wanted to escape. The sense of despair that she achieved made her heart sour.
And none of these questions can be answered.