Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 702 Gloomy Loli Killer vs Paranoid Qinggui Forensic (33)

  Yes,

  Qin Chuyu is a rebirth.

  Last life,

  She is the eldest daughter of the Qin family, but she was calculated by an illegitimate daughter and trafficked into the hands of traffickers.

  In the end, he was tortured to death alive.

  Opened his eyes again, but didn't expect it.

  I went back to the day when I was taken away by the traffickers!

so,

  The first thing she did was to escape from here.

  But with her alone, it is basically impossible.

so,

  You must find someone to practice your hands.

  However, the people in this room have been tortured by those cruel human traffickers too stupidly. They ignored her and treated her like air.

so,

  She can only find new people.

  Qin Chuyu leaned close to Ranbai and said in a low voice, “If he fell into their hands, he would either be sold or tortured to death. Therefore, he must flee.”

  Only by fleeing can we fight for the first line of life.

  "How to escape?" Dye Bai tilted her head, her slender and curled eyelashes flickered.

Qin Chuyu pointed his finger at the only window in the warehouse, "Here, after prying the window open, there is only one person watching when sleeping at night. As long as this person is dealt with, and then running along the road along the woods, You can go out!"

  This is also something Qin Chuyu had been tortured for so long in his previous life.

Unfortunately,

   Before she had time to implement it, it was already...

  The corners of the white-dyed lips evoked an inexplicable smile, and his voice was sweet and concise: "Pry the windows, there will be noise. The people in the house will cause confusion."

  Qin Chuyu gave Ranbai a slightly different look.

  Unexpectedly, this little girl is quite calm and smart.

Ran Bai met Qin Chuyu's gaze and blinked innocently.

   "Yes, wait until the night is quiet, in the early morning, when people are most sleepy and drowsy, then you have a chance."

  This is true, but it must be done.

Because,

  Apart from this, there is no other chance!

  The tone is waiting to die, it's better to let it go!

By the time,

  If it really fails,

   Even if it is hit to death, it is better than being tortured to death by them!

  Rebirth once, Qin Chuyu is more afraid of death, but she must bet.

  Dyeing white lips, she agreed, "Okay."

  Come down today,

  The atmosphere fell into silence.

  Dye white hands around the knees, bury your head on your knees, and close your eyes slightly.

  Let Anqin find someone before leaving.

do not know,

  Can they find it.

   wee hours,

  Qin Chuyu pushed Ranbai and lowered his voice: "Wake up, wake up."

  Ranbai opened her eyes, the crystal clear eyes were still covered with a light mist, it looked like she had just woke up.

  Qin Chuyu's mouth twitched slightly.

  The empress’s heart is so big that she can still fall asleep!

  Qin Chuyu shook his head slightly when thinking of her being sent over.

  It seems,

  Some people are so calm.

  In the darkness,

  A crept back figure stood up, and it was Qin Chuyu.

  Dye-white drawn three black lines on his forehead. I don’t know, I thought Qin Chuyu was going to kill.

  Two people leaned in front of the window.

  This window looks very worn out, nailed up one by one with wooden boards.

  Qin Chuyu tried to move it manually, but it was useless.

   "I have to find a way to remove the nail." Qin Chuyu whispered.

  Dyeing the white lips lightly, her clear and light gaze fell on the nail with a thoughtful expression.

  Take a hairpin from the hair and hand it to Qin Chuyu, "Try it."

  For dyeing white, it makes no difference whether to escape or not to escape.

  Qin Chuyu's eyes lit up, and he looked at the hairpin that Ranbai handed over in surprise.

  This is simply sending charcoal in the snow!

  Qin Chuyu is also the eldest lady of the Qin family anyway, and she can see the preciousness of this hair clip at a glance.

  　 Do not go into the party carefully, all development is based on the plot.

  　　 3 more, the next one, eight o’clock in the evening.

  (End of this chapter)