IX Cultivation

Squeezing Wan Ling's shoulder, he said to the fourth child in a helpless and anxious voice.

The fourth child frowned, looked at the man's dying look, nodded his head like alms, and slowly shouted to the kidnapper who was still chatting: "The sixth child, come here, take the two of them to the toilet, damn it, one day will come!" Call me at night."

After hearing this, the sixth son hurried over and said, "Brother seems to have fallen asleep, but the elder brother said before that we can only let them go one by one..."

The fourth child's face changed, as if he wanted to explode, but he held back and said, "Look at what this is?" He opened his open shirt, with a pistol in his trouser waist, "There are two of us watching , can they turn out the flowers?"

The sixth child nodded hesitantly, took the baseball bat from the fourth child, and said viciously to the man and Ye Qingming, "Hurry up and fix it, you won't be able to watch a ball game."

Wan Ling was helped up by Ye Qingming, and when he looked at the young man, the young man smiled reassuringly, but the sixth child who was walking behind spat and said: "I really don't mind that two big men are still so sticky. nausea."

Wan Ling and the two seemed to have never heard of it. For the first time, they left the basement together and walked towards the bathroom in the outer room.

The outside room was arranged in a mess, the kidnappers gathered in a group looked up and glanced at Wan Ling who was brought out, but they didn't react too much, the leader pressed a cowboy hat on his face, He fell asleep on the sofa, snoring unexpectedly loudly.

"Go in quickly." The sixth child pushed Ye Qingming with a baseball bat, and the young man took Wan Ling into the narrow bathroom, which was only about ten square meters. It's full of moss.

"Wan Ling, you go first." Ye Qingming said, loosening the hands holding the man's hot body a little, and in the eyes of the kidnappers, circled the man behind him to help him unzip his zipper.

Only then did Wan Ling grab Ye Qingming's hand nervously, and looked at the young man slightly sideways, his eyes full of puzzlement.

To the left of the toilet is the bathtub, and to the right is a small mirror hanging on the wall.

The dusty mirror reflected Wan Ling's flushed cheeks and trembling eyelashes, behind him was a tall and handsome young man with a calm and gentle appearance.

Wan Ling knew in his heart that the young man behind him who started to help him take out his avatar seemed to want to do something, so he didn't dare to resist too much, for fear of doing something wrong and causing bad results.

Ye Qingming's breath brushed against the tip of the man's ear, and the already hot skin suddenly felt comfortable, and he gradually relaxed to cooperate, even if it was a little awkward.

Wan Ling's avatar is a bit lighter in color, has less hair, and is of normal size, but Ye Qingming's hands are very beautiful, fair and slender...

Needless to say the process, but when Ye Qingming used it, Wan Ling was still half-armed around his waist, so he could only stand by and watch the young man draw out his own desires to solve his physical problems.

That avatar is really not small, it's hard to imagine that it would appear on someone like Ye Qingming.

They were all men, and Wan Ling didn't look away shyly and shyly, she was just surprised and didn't make any comments.

The door of the bathroom was closed to prevent the smell from getting out, so when Ye Qingming finished solving the problem and turned around with a smile, the two kidnappers guarding behind immediately turned around in disgust and wanted to open the door to leave.

At this moment, Wan Ling was let go by the young man, and the young man took out a piece of iron wire from the sundries piled on the window. He hooked the neck of the kidnapper who was a little behind, strangled him tightly from the front, and bled in an instant! !

Seeing a kidnapper in front of him, Wan Ling turned his head to look suspiciously when he heard the movement, almost reflexively pulled out a pistol from the waist of the kidnapped kidnapper, and pressed it against the back of the kidnapper's head, his voice was unexpectedly low and calm:

"do not move!"

163. I really love you...

There was a lazy voice coming from outside the door, it was one of the younger kidnappers, he heard the movement in the bathroom, walked towards this side, stepped heavily on the tiles, and said: "Hey, old six, What's going on inside?"

The fourth child who was tightly strangled by Ye Qingming's neck with a wire was already struggling, his eyes were white and he didn't move. After being released by Ye Qingming, he sat on the ground and fell against the wall.

The sixth child who was being questioned raised his hands in the air in surrender, not daring to move. When he felt that the cold gun on the back of his neck began to feel a little unstable, his Adam's apple rolled, his eyes darkened, calculating what to do.

But the bullet behind him was loaded as a warning. It wasn't the old man who was obviously dying holding the gun. It turned out that the trembling just now had changed the gun's owner. Now it has become Ye Qingming holding the gun with one hand. , mixed with all spirits in one hand, and said in a voice that only the three of them could hear:

"Tell them there's nothing wrong, and you'll come out in a while." Young Master Ye's voice rang in the kidnapper's ears like a devil, causing the kidnapper to have goosebumps for no reason, and he said to the accomplices outside tremblingly, "No, nothing, four Brother told them to hurry up, fourth brother wants to go too."

The accomplices outside sneered and left again, and started talking with others about how they should spend the huge sum of money tomorrow, as if they would never be so embarrassed again in this life, and tomorrow they will be happy and happy.

"Ye Qingming..." Wan Ling's actions just now are already extraordinary. He has no strength in his limbs, his mind is confused, and he has a high fever. He is still in such a difficult situation, torturing his sense of smell. Wan Ling couldn't stop Wan Ling from not being bluffed by him just now but coming back to snatch the gun back, "What should we do now?"

Ye Qingming smiled and said: "It rained a few days ago, and rainwater flowed in from the sealed windows above." The young man was confident, "Let's tie them up first." After finishing speaking, he looked at the bathtub hanging around the bathtub. He hit the backhand hard on the neck of the kidnapper who was sweating and listening to Mr. Ye, and the kidnapper fell down immediately.

Time was running out, Wan Ling looked at the two kidnappers lying down in the narrow space, and Ye Qingming who asked him to stand beside him with a gun while he went to pry open the rusted and sealed iron window, his heart was pounding. fast.

The toilet door doesn't have anti-lock function, if anyone comes in suddenly at this time, neither Wan Ling nor Ye Qingming can escape.

Besides, the window that has been sealed for an unknown number of years is covered with cobwebs and dust, and debris is piled up under the window. When he saw Ye Qingming prying with a wire, the palms of his hands were bleeding, everything was unknown and dangerous. .

Time passed by little by little, just when Wan Ling felt that they had stayed in the bathroom for too long, there was a 'bang' from Ye Qingming, and a square iron window seemed to be pulled from the wall all of a sudden. Come down, let out a beam of dim moonlight from the outside...

Wan Ling was afraid that the kidnappers would rush in at this time, the pressure made the man's temple throbbing, but the other end of the tension was the anxiety that he was about to be free.

The young man jumped down from the toilet seat, took the gun from the man's hand, temporarily put it in a place within easy reach, then took the man's hand and asked Wan Ling to stand up, saying, "Wan Ling, you go up first. "

Wan Ling nodded, he didn't want to hold back at all, and this is not the time to give in to each other.

The young man pushed his waist and hips from behind and pushed Wan Ling up. Except for the moonlight, there was no suspicious lighting outside.

After Wan Ling escaped from the small window that only allowed one person to pass through, he immediately helped pull Ye Qingming up who was following him.

Just as Ye Qingming climbed out of the window, the door of the bathroom was knocked vigorously by the kidnappers outside, Wan Ling was shocked all over, and ran away in tacit understanding with Ye Qingming.

Behind him was the sound of the door being opened and hitting the wall, followed by a loud roar: "Fuck! The hostage has escaped!"

Wan Ling has never exercised so intensely before. It may be that the wind tonight is particularly harsh while running, or it may be that the darkness at night makes it easy to release the truest self, or it may just be that Wan Ling is dizzy. The young man holding his hand tightly was so hot and scary, and his tall back made Wan Ling believe in him unconditionally.

The place where they were imprisoned was a basement half above the ground. It turned out that the bathroom window was only for ventilation, and it had been in disrepair for a long time.

But this is also their luck.

"Qing Ming, where are we going?" The evening wind blew over the man's flushed cheeks with moisture, and he was a little exhausted, "We should separate, I am top-heavy now, I have no strength, and I can't run fast." The man's voice With the respite after strenuous exercise, it sounds particularly confusing to those with ulterior motives.

"No!" When the young man who led the man out of danger looked back at Wan Ling, his eyes were deep and thought-provoking, "We are eloping now, there is no reason to leave the other one and go first."

Wan Ling also smiled softly when he was told, never thought that Ye Qingming would still be in the mood to joke at this time.

"I said, Wan Ling, why don't you just elope with me." The sky began to rain lightly. The raindrops were small at first, just a few sparse drops, but soon became denser, and the two of them climbed out of the window. The muddy clothes on the ground got wet again, "Wan Ling, let's elope."

The young man's voice was like a spell with a persuasive sweetness, and the atmosphere suddenly changed subtly. Wan Ling's body was gradually wet by the rain, but he just smiled and didn't answer.

The answer to the young man was the angry roar of the four kidnappers who followed closely behind.

The leader, the boss, ran at the front, and he didn't even have time to put on his clothes. The muscles under his honest face were dark and frightening, with a pistol in his hand, while pointing at himself