Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Jiang Xiaolin didn't say a word. He brought a fire extinguisher from the corner of the stairs and approached her: "This is a blind spot for monitoring. I know what I do here, and I know what you do."

Ding, ding, ding.

His cell phone rang three times.

Jiang Fu didn't change his face, he didn't panic at all, so he took a long time to look at the fire extinguisher: "I suggest you look at your phone first, and then decide what you want to do."

It was the unfamiliar number just now, and three photos were sent over. Tang in the photos couldn't think about it.

Jiang Xiaolin's eyes were red and he threw the fire extinguisher in his hand with a thud. He surrendered, "What do you want?"

"Shares."

People, it's best not to be emotional, especially those on the top of the pyramid, because they have weaknesses that are too easy to be pulled to the bottom of the tower.

Jiang Fuli said: "How much have you swallowed me, doubled to spit it out to me."

The next day, nine o'clock in the evening.

The electric fan above his head shook and made a harsh sound, and the air smelled of disinfectant.

Where is this?

Tang wanted to move his hands, there was a tingling sensation on his wrist, it was twine.

"Crunch."

It was the sound of the door being pushed open, and then the sound of footsteps approaching. Tang Xiang immediately sat up. At this moment, one hand stretched out to her and roughly pulled the black cloth off his eyes.

The light was dazzling, and she blocked it with her arm.

"eat."

The man tore the tape from her mouth and threw a bowl of white rice on the ground.

His name is Dongzi, and Tang wants to hear his associates call him that. When his eyes adjusted to the light, Tang wanted to raise his head and raise his tied hands: "I can't eat with my hands tied."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Dongzi said, "Then be hungry."

Her wrists were tied, and as soon as she picked up the bowl, the bowl was smashed before she reached her mouth.

Dongzi looked fierce.

She was brave, and she was not afraid to sit on the ground: "Untie me and tie it up after eating."

As soon as he finished speaking, another man came in. He was an accomplice with Dongzi, and Dongzi called him Ahui.

"Hungry for a meal or two and can't die."

Ahui threw the toothpick for picking his teeth and spit out the scraps of food. He squatted down, cleaned up the debris on the ground, and suddenly looked up at Tang Xiang.

"The skin is quite pale."

Grievous eyes, ill-intentioned.

Oh shit!

Tang wanted to grit his teeth and endure it.

Ahui cleaned up the broken bowl, and sealed Tang Xiang's eyes and mouth. Then he went out, locked the door, and fought against the landlord at the door with Dongzi.

Tang wanted to wait until the two of them were on Xing's head before releasing her fists. There was a fragment hidden in her palm. She pressed it with both hands, rubbing the twine of her wrist back and forth.

She observed it just now. This should be an abandoned hospital. She was locked up on the second floor with windows and no anti-theft nets. The man named Ahui had dirty eyes, she couldn't wait like that. After about ten minutes, the rope on her wrist was frayed. She quickly tore off the cloth from her eyes and tore off the tape.

At the door, the two ended up and started again.

Tang wanted to untie the rope on her feet and stand up against the wall. Her legs were numb, she eased, touched the window lightly, pushed the window open, and jumped down without hesitation.

She knows a little taekwondo, and the height of the second floor is not very high for her, but she hasn't eaten for a day, her hands and feet have no strength, and her ankle squashed when she landed.

The main entrance to go out was right in front, she limped over and opened the door——

"Want to run?"

The man's name is Brother Hua, the boss of this group.

He grabbed Tang Xiang's hair and dragged her back.

Seeing that the boss came back, the two people from Doudizhu threw their cards and stood up.

"What do you think of people?" Brother Hua threw the person to the ground, losing his temper, "Neither two big men can hold a woman, are you dead!"

Ahui defended: "Boss, we--"

Brother Hua kicked over: "Hurry up and tie people up."

"Yes, Brother Hua."

Ahui dragged Tang Xiang into the ward and slammed the door, his face changed as soon as he came in: "Do you still dare to run?" He pushed the man to the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and slowly moved his eyes away from Tang Xiang's face. To the chest, "It seems that I have to teach you a lesson."

He was the one who hid on the balcony of Jiang Xiaolin's house the night before.

Tang wanted to sit on the ground, and kept backing back: "You move me to try." Her hands were shaking, her ankles hurt so much that she didn't feel any pain, she squeezed her hands and shrank towards the corner, "You touched my finger. Someone must abandon your hand."

"Scare me?"

He kicked the abandoned iron bed, gave a livid laugh, then pushed into the corner, pulling on the collar button as he walked.

This woman has delicate skin in her clothes.

Tang wanted to touch the rope on the ground and threw it over: "Don't come here!"

At this moment, there is a bang!

The door was kicked open, and Ahui looked back abruptly.

At the door stood a handsome man, with a dozen people behind him, Hua Ge and Dongzi were both clasped and pressed against the wall.

Jiang Xiaolin, he is here.

Tang wanted to let go, his palms were sweaty.

"She didn't scare you." He walked in and picked an iron rod from the ground. "Which hand touched her?"

Ahui realized who it was, and the **** for a moment when he just woke up, panicked: "Lin, Lin Shao."

Jiang Xiaolin's eyes reddened from the moment he saw Tang Xiang, and the anger that had been suppressed for a day burst out: "I ask you which hand, if you don't say it, I will use both hands together."

Ahui instinctively backed away.

Jiang Xiaolin stepped forward and kicked him in the chest.

The man hit an abandoned hospital bed and then rolled to the ground. Just about to get up, his hand was stepped on.

Jiang Xiaolin pressed hard and ran the back of his hand. He screamed. Just as he was about to kick it with his foot, Jiang Xiaolin lifted the stick in his hand and smashed it down hard.

"Ahhhh-"

The cry was tragic.

The iron rod was squeezed on the ground, Jiang Xiaolin knocked on the ground, his murderous intent was still in his eyes, watching Ahui rolling on the ground: "Don't move, there is still a hand."

Ahui curled up in pain, yelling for mercy.

Jiang Xiaolin turned a blind eye, dragged the stick and walked over, stepped on A Hui's other intact arm, and raised the stick in his hand.

"Jiang Xiaolin," Tang wanted to say, "enough."

It will kill people.

The fire in his eyes slowly subsided, threw the stick, walked to the corner, and knelt down on one knee: "I'm sorry, Tang thought." It was him who did the evil, which made her suffer.

Don wanted to hug him, howling.