Bye [Transmigration Book]

When Zaobai was tortured for the first time, his soul left his body. Although he could still feel the pain of whipping in spirit, it was a little bit better than the physical state.

The first six lashes of the second time was a dream mode, he only received the remaining 24 lashes, but his soul did not come out, and he really suffered the crime.

Ziao Bai's consciousness didn't know how many hours or days he had sunk, but he finally floated up a few inches. He felt his body shaking, and he knew he was on the boat.

There is a typhoon that passes by Cen's island, helicopters can't get there, and it's dangerous to take a boat.

He turned to think, since they are all out to sea, the typhoon must have passed.

That's not right, the typhoon has gone, so why not take a helicopter?It's not that Zhang Zhen doesn't know that he has a psychological shadow on the sea.

Forget it, don't want to, just go back.

I don't know how Yu Xiang is, how Zhang Zhen's injuries are, and whether Cen Jingmo is tired from playing.

Also, Qi Zizhi's main character should be asleep, but don't give birth to blood anymore.He is the life experience of the Qi family, so let's bury him.

Zibazania thought about it for a while, then his consciousness fell into darkness again.

When? When he regained some consciousness again, he found that his lower body was no longer tilted, which meant he had landed.

It can be regarded as returning to Lanmo Mansion, going home.

When I get better, I'll go to the research institute. I have to meet with Dean Qi to find out about Qi Yiliao's situation.Thinking of this, Ziaba fell into a deep sleep again.He was not in physical pain, but mentally, torn and bruised, but it was very difficult for him to think for less than a minute.

I don't know how long it took, Ziababa felt in a daze that someone was moving his body, his clothes were taken off, covered with a warm towel, and his chest, chest and back were wiped back and forth.

No, I am in a coma, Zhang Zhen will definitely do it himself, he is not of this strength.

Besides, even if Zhang Zhen was seriously injured and couldn't take care of me, the nurses hired by the Qi family couldn't be so... rusty and rough.

Grass.

I didn't go home, I was in a strange place.

I'm afraid... Damn it, I'm very likely to be separated from my own people! ! !

At that time in the dark room, I lost consciousness during the torture, so what must have happened afterwards?Is it because Cen Jingmo didn't play enough and prepared a big meal, or is it related to those gangsters?

If it's the latter, then I'm in the hands of gangsters.

Ziazan's spirit could not support him to think for too long, and soon he could only exhale and inhale.

He was wiped down and put on clean clothes.

The person who took care of him was a man with dry knuckles, probably not very old, no need? To abuse him, he was raw, stupid, and impatient.

The cheeks were pinched, the jaws were forced to open? A plastic tube was stuffed into his mouth, and warm liquid flowed in from the tube mouth. Under the instinct of survival, he swallowed with difficulty.

Afterwards, hands were added to his head, rubbing his hair, pressing his scalp, and scrubbing carelessly.

Why did you wash his hair?It's unnecessary, right? ? ?

Ziobac didn't complain a few words, and his consciousness fell back to the darkness again. When he woke up, his various senses gradually recovered, and the information from the surrounding environment followed.

The electric fan was blowing obliquely at him, and the wind smelled of sweat, musty, smoke, alcohol... very muddy.

The room didn't seem big, dark and damp.

Cen Jingmo is so precious that he is dead, and he still regards him as a confidant, and he will not be locked up in this place.

With this exclusion, he basically concluded that this was the gangster's den.

Against the odds, the gangster was kind to him.

The owner of this room washed his hair, wiped his body, and made him clean, so he wouldn't fall in love with him at first sight, and be fascinated by him, right? How bad is he now?

Ziao Bai's eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and they hadn't been opened for a long time? He was tired, and when he was half asleep and half awake, he heard a faint rustling sound.

It seems that a small paper bag was shaken open, and the speed was very fast.

Immediately afterwards, there was a panting sound like waves hitting a rock, wet and heavy.

Zia Bai listened to the breathing rhythm of the people in the room and found it familiar. He combined the bits and pieces of information he had experienced before, and a figure appeared in his mind immediately.

"Liang... Dong..." Zia Bai moved his lips, his voice was very weak, just a little louder than a mosquito buzzing.

No response.

Zibazania asked again, "Is that you?"

Still nothing.

The man didn't leave, he was not far away.Isn't it Liang Dong?Really?

Ziobac closed her eyes, and turned her eyes with great effort, opened her eyes, opened her eyes, opened her eyes...

He was very anxious, but his body didn't allow him, so he fell asleep.

After waking up from sleep, Ziobac suddenly opened his red and swollen eyelids, and everything that came into his eyes was similar to what he had imagined.

The room is very small, the light is dim, daily necessities are piled up in a mess, and the floating dust is dirty.

He was alone in the room, lying on the only single bed with a straw mat under him.

Zizania's eyes slowly turned away, the electric fan was not far from his bed, it was not turned on, the wind outside the window was blowing in, something was blown up, brushed his vision, and headed towards the door.

It was a small half-sheet of crumpled tinfoil.

drug.

Gangsters, drugs.

Zizania's blood vessels were swollen, he sat up on the bed, his whole body dripping with cold sweat, he was too weak, he should just lie down.

So Jiaobai lay back down again, called up the account list to check, and found that Shen Er'an and Qi Yiliao, whose activity had already broken through 50, still didn't join the group, and Yu Ling was stuck at 49.99.

The eight friends, those who joined the group and those who did not, were all alive, whether it was Li Jue whose halo had faded, or Shen Ji who was lingering in the hut, none of them died.

The little white flower on Qi Yiliao's portrait is still missing a small petal, and his condition has neither deteriorated nor improved.

I have to go back quickly.Ziabai thought to himself, what should Qi do if Qi Yiliao is still awake.

If there are too many official affairs and not dealt with, it will inevitably arouse the outside world's ideas, suspecting that the chairman of Qi's chairman is not an ordinary fall.

There is no white line on Zhang Zhen's profile picture. Although his life is not in danger, he must be devastated if he can't find me.

Ziobac's back hurt a little, and he remembered that he blocked a dart for Yu Xiang, which changed a major node.

The first chapter of "Broken Wing" is a manga he has read, and he is sure that there are no Yu brothers in it.

The little assistant said yes.

It probably means that with them in the second week, Yu Xiang still died on Cen Jingmo's turntable, causing Yu Ling to blacken?

Ziobac felt that something was not closed, something was wrong.

The reason why the second week game exists is because the friends want to start over, and their desire is turned on? What kind of things like rewinding is turned on, probably.

However, the brothers of the Yu family...wasn't he involved in his butterfly effect?

Unable to figure it out, Zia Bai simply stopped thinking about it, and the little assistant will tell him when the task is completed.

[Congratulations to player Ziabai, the activity of the last friend has passed the 50 mark, and victory is in front of your eyes!come on! 】

Zibazania was aroused by the sudden electronic sound.

at last!

The hard life of being a worker is coming to an end!

Damn, it's not easy.A new life, a new starting point is waving to him, telling him to get ready, throw away what should be lost, keep what should be kept, and embark on a new journey with the luggage of life on his back.

Jiao Bai didn't think about whether Yu Ling's activity level jumped to over 50 because of guilt or gratitude, he immediately asked his assistant to open the other party's information column.

There is not much information on Yuling's profile, it is neat and tidy, like a template, and it is the strict self-discipline of a special soldier.

Zizania enters Yuling's world house.He wants to see what kind of world structure would be like for characters that are not in the comics, and what kind of colorful chapters will there be in his life.

Who knows there is no content.

This phenomenon was unexpected and expected by Zizania.

Qi Yiliao has four sections, all of which are "loading"

Yuling has five sections, and each section also has four words——updating.

Although Qi Yiliao is "loading", there is still a sentence at the bottom of his world house: If life can be restarted.

Yuling's didn't.

Now the data columns of the eight friends have all been unlocked, only Li Jue and Yu Ling don't have that thought.

Before Li Jue died? What he was looking forward to was not a new comeback, but a next life.

As for Yuling...

The initial version of the world house is all the content of the first week. Without him in the first week, naturally there will be no his growth experience, and last wishes.The update must be related to the second week.

Now in the update stage, it is normal that the World House has nothing.Zibai thought of this, and the comic book ran out.

Next to the black book title, there are three small red characters in vertical rows, not the first week, but: the second week.

Supporting role Yu Ling: A high-quality male with strong hormones, his attributes are strong and brave, his sense of responsibility is his spiritual pillar, and his relatives are his weakness and armor.Iron-blooded tenderness? Top 5 in Mensao Men.

Strategy guide: Show the soft loneliness like a small animal, let him have a protective desire for you, put down the gun and hug you.

Paranoid attribute: 60+.

Is this still a manga, backfile and modified version?

In an instant, Ziobai had a strange feeling that many people were watching him, just like he was reading comics, watching his life trajectory, he felt goosebumps all over his body.

"Is that kid really not here?"

"I saw with my own eyes that he was sent out, and there is still a fake!"

Suddenly there was a voice coming from outside, something was stuffed into the keyhole of the door, and after a few delicate touches, the door was opened.

Zizania closed his eyes and didn't move.

Two men sneaked in and stood by the bed.

"Yeah? Forget it, this sick ghost is really worthless, he's not as good as those whores."

"Damn it, it's not that you are curious about the taste of the future chairman's wife of the Qi family, and want to have a taste?"

"I'm not drinking and bragging... Listen to me hastily! The boss treats this as a long-term meal ticket and a life-saving talisman, and also wants to use him to find a lot of money from the Qi family and the Shen family. If we touch it ..."

"Are you a pig's brain? Even if he is awake now, he dare not say a word, and it is even more impossible for him to tell the matter after returning alive. Otherwise, wouldn't he cut off his own way? Can the rich and powerful family want him? A dirty cloth?"

"It makes sense, then we...together?"

"Fart together, with this half-crippled body, it won't kill you if you suffer two, I'll come first, you take care." The smelly black big man rubbed his hands, "That big man in the Qi family has a good friend, Bai is It's really white, and it's really skinny if you're thin, if you don't see anything else, I'll give it a try."

The young man on the bed opened his eyes in vain.

The big black man was stunned.

"It's fine if you wake up." The other skinny man's eyes turned hard, "Cooperate with us if you are sensible, don't waste your efforts!"

Ziabania's face was bloodless, but his eyes were bright, cold and piercing.

Big Hei was a little apprehensive, and he spat in a good-faced way: "He's a strong one, I like to chew hard bones."

He stretched out his hand to Zia Bai's waist, and before his fingertips touched it, the door was kicked open.

"Kang Dang?" In the sound, a bag of apples was smashed in, and hit the back of the big man's head. He was so painful that his eyes were staring, and before he could shout, he was knocked down by a fist.

The accomplice next to him ran away, and he was kicked unconscious at the door, and his face was crushed several times by the dirty black sneakers.

Ziobai looked at the person whose back was facing him, tall and thin, he shouted at the loudest volume he could make now: "Liang Dong!"

The man turned around, wearing a mask and hat tightly, picked up the scattered apples on the ground, put them on the table one by one, and then carried away the two intruders.

Ziao Bai was lying on his side, facing out of the bed, his mobile phone and amulet were not on him, his whereabouts were unknown, and his life and death were uncertain.

There is a small key on the phone, and the amulet is a relic left by Qi Yiliao's mother, each one is more important than the other?

Zizania's eyelids closed together unconsciously.

Dimly, he felt that the door of the room opened, it wasn't the little bum who was planning to do something wrong, but the owner of the house had returned.

He wasn't the only one, there was a series of footsteps catching up behind him.

Zaobai was pulled awake by his self-consciousness, his vision was a bit blurred, and he only caught a small half of a red plastic bag beside the door frame.

The man with the bag leaned against the door.

There were two shadows vaguely on the ground, one standing and the other squatting.

Not long after, a wisp of poor-quality smoke wafted into the room, vaguely mixed with the sound of water.

The sound of the water seemed to be deliberately made, very exaggerated.

Zizania's brain froze, drugs, sex, indulgence and corruption, until death.He lay down for a while, then slowly got up.

The shadow at the door has changed.

The squatting one is gone, and the one leaning against the wall is still smoking.

"I want to drink water." Zizania yelled weakly.

The person outside the door came in with a mask and a hat, a vest and shorts, and a pair of old-fashioned slippers on his feet. The skin color on his arms and legs was dull and dull, like a skeleton with some meat hanging on it. He put the plastic bag behind the door. On the hook, I found a plastic cup to pour water.

Ziobai looked at the owner handing over the cup. His hand was as thin as a stick. He was dizzy and fainted: "Liang Dong, I know it's you."

The cup knocked against his teeth, and he let out a painful "um" and opened his mouth to drink.

The person holding the cup did not pour it rudely, but fed it little by little.

Zizania suddenly clasped the wrist under the eyelids, and the touch under the fingertips was palpitating.

In the next second, his hand was thrown away, and most of the glass of water was spilled, wetting him all over.

Zizania was overturned on the bed vigorously, the wound on his back was in constant pain, his face was pale, and his lips trembled.

The person who was pressing him pulled him over and let him lie on his stomach, his T-shirt was pulled up a lot, and the hot air was drilled into the pores where he was sweating coldly.

"click"

The gauze was cut several times, exposing a very deep wound, a small one, pierced into the flesh like a hole.

A cool and pungent medicine was sprayed, which made the wound drenched, and then wrapped with new gauze.

Ziabab didn't stay awake very much, he soon passed out and didn't know anything.

Zizania was woken up.

What woke him up was not a cry, nor a loud noise, but the kind of humming that he wanted to yell to let the world know "how great I am", but his mouth was covered and his neck was strangled.

Zizania's two eyelids propped up a small gap.Two figures dangled in his narrow gap, one tall and one short.

With a nylon rope around his short neck, he is crawling like a dog.

Gao trained the dog to let him go forward.

Ziobac didn't look at it, and it didn't look at it, he didn't want to find a sense of presence at this time, but his throat was itchy, and he coughed uncontrollably.

As long as he is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

But? Fuck, he's embarrassed.

So those two are not embarrassed, what should they do, and treat his cough as background music.

Zizania coughed up his back, his whole body trembled, his face was flushed, and several veins protruded from his neck. He was covered in sweat, sticking to the mat and felt uncomfortable. He wanted to turn over, but fell straight down, making a "boom" a sound.

The two people in the room finally noticed him.

"Dry!"

The short boy was very dissatisfied, he glared over, pointed at the water bamboo on the ground, "You did it on purpose!"

"You can go." Gao's voice was hoarse, and his vocal cords seemed to have been corroded.

The short boy didn't leave, and he yelled at Ziabai who stood up on the ground: "Spicy chicken, sabotage when others are about to gc, the sky will be struck by lightning..."

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped.

The arrogance of the young man's teeth and claws disappeared instantly, he bit his lip in embarrassment, and ran out of the room covering his face.

And all the clothes and pants he forgot to take were thrown out.

"The one inside is a meat ticket! We are bandits! We are the ones all the way!" The boy jumped outside the closed door, his knees were very red, and his legs and waist were bruised. =