Slag Gong, why doesn't he abuse me?

Yin Lin opened his eyes at the beginning, the room was dimly illuminated by the dark red and warm orange lights, he was sitting on the sofa near the door, he was not the only one in the room.

The person on the opposite sofa kept talking, and he was holding another person in his arms. It was a boy who looked young, probably less than 20 years old, and his gaze was full of provocation.

Yin Linchu's head was a little dizzy, and the tip of his tongue was slightly bitter, probably because he had just drunk wine.

Moving down the line of sight, several double images appeared on the wine glass in front of him, one after another.

The highlight on the glass is also shaking, so a river of stars flickers in the dimly lit room in front of you.

He closed his eyes tightly and opened them again.

The person in front of him is his fiance in name, and they have a marriage contract because of the agreement of their parents.

From everyone's point of view, their status couldn't match at all, he was rightfully reduced to the dust, and his fiancé often hung out with some princesses and young masters in the clubhouse, and dismissed him.

Yin Linchu came to look for this person tonight, because...it seems to be because... Yin Linchu was lost in thought, his brows were slightly frowned, and soon relaxed.

By the way, it seems to be because of jealousy, because of jealousy.

The fiancé doesn't like him very much, but he likes this guy—or so.

This is a cognition imprinted in his mind, as if someone instilled this idea in him, and he likes this person.

That's right, he has no opinion.

What's your fiancé's name?Yin Lin was a little dizzy at the beginning, and it was over, as if he didn't remember anything, so let's call him fiance.

"Do you think you can control me if we have a marriage contract? The marriage contract is nothing. Don't even think about it. I can't like you. "

The fiancé said, with inexplicable joy in his eyes, admiring the embarrassment of Yin Linchu who was alone, his expression and tone were haughty, it was clear that he wanted to humiliate him deliberately.

"Oh, then I'm leaving."

Yin Linchu's tone was flat, he stood up and walked towards the door.

Although he didn't know where to go, he really didn't like this place very much.

Does he really like this guy?No way.

"Did I let you go?" said the fiance, walked a few steps in front of Yin Linchu, stopped him, and approached, "Do you think this will attract my attention? Then let me tell you, you succeeded."

He said to the boy, "Get out."

The boy was taken aback, concealed the unwillingness in his eyes, got up, opened the door and went out.

Yin Linchu looked like he was not in the situation, but was roughly pushed down on the sofa by his fiancé.

The custom-made sofa is much wider than the regular one, but it is still a bit cramped for two people to squeeze in. Their limbs cannot be stretched, and parts of their bodies are inevitably stuck together.

"You came here at this time to look for me and interrupt my good business, is that for this?" He stretched out his hand to pinch Yin Linchu's chin, and smiled coldly, "Okay, I will help you."

The clothes on his body were violently ripped apart, Yin Linchu frowned, and looked away, wanting to think quietly.

Something seems wrong, something must be wrong.

"You didn't even struggle at all. You're actually very happy when I treat you like this? You're really mean."

The fiancé's eyes fell on the torn clothes, scanning the exposed skin inch by inch.

Those eyes that didn't know where to look were suddenly focused on the fiancé's face, and the indifference in the eyes made his movements freeze for a moment.

Yin Linchu twisted his body, and in a blink of an eye, the two of them completely reversed their positions.

Yin Linchu's legs were strong and strong, pinching his fiancé's waist and making him unable to move, he picked up the ashtray on the coffee table and threw it on his forehead.

His eyes were indifferent, and he moved his hands expressionlessly, his face exuded a sense of eerieness and terror.

Like a machine with a program, the force of every drop is the same.

The scream was delayed for several seconds before it came out. The fiancé began to resist, but was held down firmly, suppressed by absolute force.

The sharp pain from the wound on the head covered other senses, making people dizzy, and for a moment, they were so confused that they didn't know where it was.

A scream came from the door. The boy didn't go far, but when he heard the sound was wrong, he turned back to check, and was so frightened by the scene in the room that he almost collapsed to the ground.

The ashtray in his hand was still not broken, and the people under him gradually became silent.

Yin Linchu stopped, looked at the dirt splashed on his body, raised his sleeve and wiped the blood on his face.

He got off the sofa, pulled out the hem of his shirt and wiped where he touched it, and put the ashtray in the boy's hand.

The smell of fresh blood rushed straight into the boy's nasal cavity, and every inch of the nasal mucosa seemed to be covered with a layer of bloody offal, disgusting.

He was frightened out of his wits, and his limbs were rigid at the mercy of others.

He saw a kind smile on the blood-stained face: "Look at you, why are you so careless?"

"Hold!"

The cabin door was kicked open from the inside, and Wen Moye crawled out of the narrow dormant cabin covering his head. Even though the body where the consciousness resided was only attacked, the pain seemed to transfer to his own body along with the consciousness .

An angry roar sounded in the huge space: "He dared to hit my head with an ashtray!"

"puff--"

Wen Moye looked at Zha Gong who hadn't had time to put away his smile: "What are you laughing at? Are you smiling!"

"Hey, I think of a happy thing."

Wen Moye glared at him, Zha Gong straightened the corners of his mouth, and said solemnly, "I told you a long time ago that there is a specialization in surgery, and this kind of professionally demanding work should be handed over to our scumbag team. "

He was ashamed to say that Wen Moye, a scumbag, deserved to be attacked, and he failed too much.

"I can't swallow that breath!" Wen Moye was so angry at the thought of being forced to leave his body with an attack, and this time he died directly at Yin Linchu's hands. The new hatred and the old hatred must be settled, "Punishment He did such a thing during the period, you saw it, and it all counts! I demand that he be punished!"

No wonder, I kept looking for it, but this time I died.

Zha Gong shook his head: "I don't even know why you provoke him.

To be honest, I don't even know who should be responsible for the higher-ups' punishment of entering the small world. "

Zha Gong looked at Wen Moye with a vague dislike.

The guy who hit his head was a dangerous person before, because he lost control of his emotions and acted violently a few times, which almost caused the mission to fail.

Later, Yin Linchu took the initiative to accept and shut down some of his emotions.

Although people have no feelings, their emotions are much calmer - without accidents.

The "victim" Wen Moye proposed a plan for this punishment. He wanted Yin Linchu to suffer emotional torture, let him experience physical and mental abuse, and put him into a virtual small world of scumbags and slaves, with Wen Moye personally acting as the perpetrator.

As the leader of the slag attack team, Zha Gong is the supervisor of this punishment.

Before starting, according to the previous operation, first temporarily block Yin Linchu's memory and instill new memories.

No one expected that without the shackles of space rules, that guy would become a runaway wild horse.

Then Wen Moye's fate was that the small world died tragically under the ashtray not long after it started.

Zha Gong raised his hand and rubbed his chin. This kind of hard stubble would not be easy to send to anyone. Anyone would give away the head. It was so sour like cutting melons and vegetables.

He even had reason to suspect that Wen Moye was sent by the protagonist group to destroy the family.

"Excuse me, is there anyone?"

Zha Gong followed the sound and looked in the direction of the door, raised his eyebrows, approached the door and looked out through the round glass: "Hey, there are newcomers."

Hearing the familiar voice, Wen Moye stepped forward with a frown, and immediately changed his face when he saw the figure outside the door.

Huo Qiao?How could he appear here?

After a while, he said to Zha Gong, "Hey, I have a suggestion."

Zha Gong looked at Wen Moye, who showed a meaningful smile.