u8 novel Just as Ruan Xiangyuan was standing there alone, Lei Qie had passed him by and walked back to Building No. 2. The whole conversation started and ended inexplicably, but the black-haired young man didn't even feel it. Strange, because if it weren't for that, he might still have doubts about who he was talking to just now—and the red-haired man has always been like this. In his world, the two words "goodbye" and "hello" have never existed. Words, he meets everyone because he wants to meet, and then he will end any conversation or action without hesitation whenever he wants to leave, and then turn around and leave without hesitation
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Rachel also hates other people sticking their noses out to meddle in their own business.
But not everyone in the world knows Lei Qie as well as the pup who he raised with his own hands. For example, the public-faced prison guard standing at the door with a notice clearly saw the whole project, and even saw the red-haired man passing by him. At that time, I asked a lot, "What did you say to the newcomer in Building No. 3"—
For this, Rachel only gave him a sneer as an answer, which was worse than ignoring him directly.
So when Lei Qie's back disappeared into the king power elevator in Building No. 2, Ruan Xiangyuan found out very calmly that the list of people who hated him would start from the "Prisoner" column. A new category is "Prison Guard", and the ultimate goal column is "Curator and the many hens he raises". If you gather the only three groups in the Jueji Pavilion, you can summon the dragon to help escape from prison—
Okay just kidding.
Facing the resentful Shaoze, he showed a friendly smile that was uglier than crying. Ruan Xiangyuan walked to the cafeteria alone. He did not intend to starve himself to death. In the summary preface of the Absolute Wing Museum Survival Manual, you will find that in the blank space above the preface of the manual, there is a greeting gift that belongs to the curator to every prisoner.
This is a very nonsense sentence at first glance, but it makes sense when you think about it carefully. This is probably the only time Eli treats each of his prisoners sincerely until they are released from prison.
Ruan Xiangyuan raised his head and looked at the top of his head. The sky was dark and dark. It was bad weather. It seemed that one second it was sunny and sunny, and the next second there would be a storm and snow. Not only was it bad weather, it might not be very good. omen.
But no matter what happens, for me who is still in the protection period, it probably can't be worse... Walking all the way to the cafeteria, the black-haired young man curled his lips, rubbing his stomach and thinking What are we going to eat today? When he was passing by the garden, he suddenly heard some strange noises coming from behind the bushes...
It was an indescribable sound, as if an old man who was about to pass away made the final struggle from his throat—the breath was like a thread, and he was drowsy, but after a serious pause for a while, he stopped. It can be found that the breathing rate of different heights and hoarse voice, it is obvious that there is someone who wants to call out loudly, but can't do it
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Ruan Xiangyuan paused, the unreliable vigilance that could only be described as "occasionally" when he was a pup in his previous life seemed to be finally remembered at this moment, and he realized almost immediately that he might be He used the main character's physique when he shouldn't use it - he always uses the protagonist's perspective to start accidental events to promote the plot, and then ends the plot from the supporting role's perspective. Simply put, he sacrifices himself for the real protagonist. People promote the relevant plot.
For example, he didn't do any shit, but he was isolated.
But the heavenly fairy Ryan tried to seduce Lei Qie and was beaten up, but people said that Ryan must have been sent by mt, and Lei Qie really didn't understand pity.
This is such a fucking thing. At this point, Ruan Xiangyuan had to start to doubt the average IQ level of the world—the men in the Jueyin Pavilion are probably rough guys. The most unfortunate thing is that occasionally there are a few good-looking ones, which are still sacrosanct. The reason for the "king" or the "king directly under the jurisdiction of the high-level" that is also sacrosanct to some people, almost most of the people... yes, including some high-level people, they all seem to have completely degenerated eyes Then grow dick on the face like a new species—
What the good-looking do is right, because it is good-looking; what the bad-looking does is wrong, don't complain, who the hell made you look bad? Unconvinced and don't know how to go for plastic surgery
It's such a brutal rhythm.
Behind every murdered prisoner there is definitely an organization and a conspiracy. Back then, Mira transported guns and designed a stage play to kill Leiqie in the most artistic way. Er Xiaoguan silently punished a person who was too high-profile recently, and this kind of thing happened endlessly—Ruan Xiangyuan knew that if he took care of this nosy matter, he would definitely offend a certain group of forces from a deep angle to sacrifice himself for the benefit of others. Even in the end, I became the one struggling frantically lying behind the grass and still couldn't get a "thank you"—
But he just couldn't help thinking about it.
Carefully approaching the source of the sound, he found that the sound was like a sound coming from an old bellows, the uncomfortable panting sound of "heh, heh", accompanied by a person frantically moving on the ground The rustle of skimming the snow—
It is almost effortless to imagine a person doing some kind of painful struggle behind the grass.
But across a thicket of grass, Ruan Xiangyuan stopped abruptly—this was the last time he hesitated.
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At this moment, his brain is almost full of counts, clamoring "don't mind your own business", however, in a small corner of the brain that probably doesn't even have a fingernail, there is another voice telling him "anyway It couldn't be worse."
Meddling never ends well.
But Ruan Xiangyuan still couldn't control himself, his feet seemed to be possessed, and he followed the weaker and weaker voice, and walked behind the grass——
Sure enough, he saw a boy lying on the snow behind the bushes. He was lying on the ground, his hair was messy, and it was darker than flaxen. He couldn't tell the exact color of the hair. He arched his back like a dying cat. , the violent cough was hoarse but extremely piercing, when he struggled desperately to dig his fingers into the snow, leaving a few faint bloodstains on the snow.
Ruan Xiangyuan saw at a glance that this was the little lover who followed mt the closest before he died as a son of a bitch—it's only been a fucking week, and he fell out of favor and looked like he was poisoned? Can't.
Although mt is a scumbag, but he wants to put such a heavy hand on the lover he has used, unless this young prisoner is so rebellious that he can take the place of mt. The ****... Otherwise, it will be a harem struggle
Ruan Xiangyuan was embarrassed, and thought that the worst thing these teenagers did in their life was to be sent to the Absolute Wing Hall by their parents. If they had to be ranked after this, it would be that they forgot that they were still men after entering the Absolute Wing Hall. The fundamental problem that must be faced every day when taking a bath, and wholeheartedly devoted himself to the struggle of jealousy for survival.
No, the victim was right in front of his eyes.
His eyes protruded ferociously, his usual proud and pretty face was completely gone, the severe pain tormented his will, the boy lying on the ground coughed violently again, this time, even brought out some sticky sporadic blood!
Ruan Xiangyuan made a suspicious sound, stepped forward and pulled the person up on the ground, and pressed the person on the ground with his backhand. When the person opened his eyes full of tears in a daze, he looked at a handsome, frowning face like his own. Approaching, he began to struggle violently—
As a doctor, when faced with disobedient patients, he would transform from an angel in white to a ghost in white.
So, Ruan Xiangyuan raised his hand expressionlessly, and slapped the other person's face without saying a word. This slap worked—although the barefoot fairy thinks that it is more likely that he was simply slapped by his own. Maybe the slap was slapped, but the hands and feet that prevented him from being kind and generous finally stopped limply, except for occasional arched body coughing violently like a shrimp in boiling water, spittle mixed with blood and spouting The face of the barefoot fairy...
"Don't move," Ruan Xiangyuan muttered, "Open your mouth—"
It's a pity that the essence of the barefoot fairy is the barefoot fairy
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While talking, without waiting for the other party to open his mouth, he directly opened the other party's mouth without any discussion, as if at this moment he was back in the dissecting room of the university, and what was in front of him was a corpse , when the angle was not clear enough, he even twisted the opponent's head trying to adjust a complete angle so that he could see the inside of the throat clearly—
Until the people under him uttered the unbearable and tormented more painful "hehe" sound that belongs to living people, and the protruding eyeballs crazily turned in their eye sockets!
It was the first fucking time that the corpse under him actually moved. Ruan Xiangyuan withdrew his claws suddenly, and then remembered that he seemed to be engaged in actual combat at this moment, so he said "sorry" without sincerity. He pulled the opponent's mouth again, and then gently adjusted the opponent to a suitable angle with his hands and feet—
It was a cloudy day, and there was no sunlight, let alone a flashlight. In such a crude environment, Ruan Xiangyuan squinted his eyes and pouted his buttocks. He almost lay down on the snow from the side. Only then could he see clearly the inside of the other party's throat, the obvious burns, Mucosal erosions, and a small amount of supramucosal hemorrhage—
He leaned close to the other party's lips and sniffed his nose like a dog. The wonderful smell from the tip of his nose made Ruan Xiangyuan frowned suddenly, raised his head and immediately distanced himself from the other party. After thinking about it, he crawled back and patted the other party on his cheek, and said a more appropriate and qualified sentence: "Can you still think? Don't sleep, although you can't sleep, um, what did you just eat? There is a hole in your brain, put everything in your mouth— Is it solid or solid? Only by clarifying can I save you!"
After finishing speaking, he grabbed the other party's hand and put it on the clean snow: "Don't flutter, just write it if you don't understand it!"
The other party looked at Ruan Xiangyuan with those terrifying, bloodshot eyes, as if he had made up his mind. He finally had the intention to cooperate, turned over, and painfully and slowly lay on the snow with his own hands. The finger that was completely worn out and bleeding wrote an "n" on the ground, and was about to write the second letter when the dark-haired young man with a gloomy face grabbed his wrist—
"Okay, I see," Ruan Xiangyuan sneered shortly, "'You're really capable,'naoh, right?"
After saying this sentence, just throwing down a sentence, Ruan Xiangyuan stood up and ran out quickly——
After running two steps outside, then sprinting back, panting and throwing down the sentence "Don't make me vomit by myself", before waiting for the people on the ground to respond, I turned my head again, non-stop towards the backyard, rolling running all the way
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The backyard is located in the opposite direction from the restaurant, where there is only a curator's vegetable patch, and nothing else.
As soon as he ran, the boy on the ground was completely desperate.
He had thought he would be saved.
However, his only hope ran in a direction completely opposite to the only way he could be saved—even junior high school students know that the best way to alleviate and save him is to take vinegar immediately for synthesis... Although the direction of the kitchen is relatively far away, if you run in the opposite direction, there is no hope at all, right
Beside the hand on the ground, there is the letter "n" he wrote crookedly, the deep snow marks are almost so deep that you can see the color of the mud head, as if carrying his last hope... But now, It turned into a kind of silent irony, which was shattered as the black-haired young man left without hesitation.
Yes, he should have understood a long time ago, how could someone help you for free in the Absolute Wing Pavilion
Smile, laugh smugly, when you forcefully poured that thing down, wasn't it just to see how embarrassed I am at this moment
What a skill, even newbies can be bought—come on, come out, stand in front of me who is desperate, declare your victory, laugh out loud, the position next to mt belongs to you, you can get the The right to spend the night on the 31st floor that will never be touched by your strength, you can get the envious eyes of other prisoners in Building 3, and you don’t even have to keep your heads down and be like a stray dog looking forward to charity and pity from others—
Come and rejoice, rejoice your victory.
Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, you who are worse than me, how could you cheer—hahaha, lose to a dog, then be abandoned by Hawkeye and transferred to mt, the loser whose nails were pulled out and poured with boiling water, Still expecting to have a place in Building No. 3
They are just using you.
Then your fate will become like mine... no, it will be worse than me
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Mira, if I die, hell is waiting for you.
The palm of the hand gradually closed into a fist, and then stretched out again. There was a turbid air in the nasal cavity, and the boy's eyes, which were once full of hatred, turned from hatred to despair and finally returned to dead silence—he fiercely, as if he had exhausted himself For the last sliver of hatred in this darkest place in the world, he slapped the snow vigorously, and the "n" was disrupted in the splash of snow and dust—
A vague figure seemed to be running towards him from not far away, as if he was carrying something.
In the surprised eyes of the young man, the pale face of the black-haired young man reappeared behind the snow dust. Squatting down next to him, accompanied by a crisp sound similar to the cracking of an egg shell, before the young man could see what was going on, two cold fingers touched his lips again, and immediately after that, he had already become dry and cracked The frightening lips suddenly touched a stream of sticky milk...
From his point of view, it can be seen that the black-haired young man above him has a serious face. He blocks all the light in front of his eyes, but concentrates on holding a cracked egg, carefully walking from there. The slightly forcibly pried open lips dripped the egg white little by little. When the egg white of an egg flowed out from the slit of the cracked shell, he threw away the remaining egg yolk without hesitation, and then broke another egg—
I don't know why, but I suddenly felt that the burning sensation in my throat was relieved by the cold and creamy egg white. Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but at this moment, the boy who was wheezing and struggling to breathe suddenly became calmer. When I got up, it seemed that the tense body that had been tortured by pain for a long time suddenly relaxed...
His whole body fell heavily into the snow.
But in the next second, the black-haired young man who had used up the last egg coldly pulled him up, and then put him on the weak shoulder——
Ruan Xiangyuan carried the "mt's old queen" on his shoulders, and said very painfully: "Let's go, if you want to be jealous, go to the restaurant—"
The black-haired young man thought for a while, and then seemed to remember something and added: "I'm not a good person (...), can you crawl in at the intersection of the restaurant later?... Then you will act as if you have never seen him before." Pass me, it's such a happy decision."
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