Waste material cannon fodder, he just wants to survive!

"Chirp chirp chirp."

Under Ran Heming's surprised gaze, the little bat staggered and flew towards Ran Heming's arms.

As if wanting to ask for praise, he whispered in his arms, because Hill had already untied the rope on his hand a few hours ago, so Ran Heming could stretch out his hand and pinch the little bat's wings now.

He didn't like bats very much before, but in this case, he suddenly felt that the bat became cute, and then it occurred to him that Perth could know what he wanted to know through the bat.

At this moment, he has a fluke mentality, hoping that Boss can know that he is locked up through the bat.

In this strange world, the first thing he thought of when he encountered danger was Perth, but he couldn't think of anyone else, and the only reliable person he could know was Perth.

At this moment, he hoped that Boss would come to rescue him, and even vaguely felt that the other party would definitely come to rescue him.

After all, when he died, no one would feed him on time.

He is such a rare blood bag, Boss probably won't give up on him, right?

He told himself this in his heart, but avoided his dependence on Perth.

"If you're here, Boss, come and save me, okay?" Ran Heming didn't know what to think, but he actually said such words to a bat, and he felt like a fool after that.

How could a bat understand his own words, and besides, Boss would not be so coincidental that he could see him through the bat this time.

Suddenly the doorknob turned again.

Ran Heming subconsciously passed the bat into his skirt, then looked up to the back of the door.

Then the face was too tense to notice, and the bat suddenly stiffened as he tucked it into his skirt.

Ran Heming stared blankly at the door, his body subconsciously tensed up.

He found that Hill was the only one who walked in this time, and behind him were many people in black robes, all of them lowered their heads so that Ran Heming could not see their faces clearly.

He suddenly became uneasy, the oppression on those people made Ran Heming breathless, and then these people who made him breathless walked towards him slowly.

My heart was beating violently, and I always felt that something bad would happen later.

Different from the past, Hill walked in this time without saying a word to him, but put on the black robe without saying a word, then took the gorgeous jewelry from the person behind him, and walked towards Ran Heming .

Ran Heming was horrified to find that Hill in the black robe was exactly the same as the Pope, and now he quickly realized that he must have been deceived by the Pope who turned into Hill.

"Wait..." Before Ran Heming's exclamation could come out, another person covered his mouth.

He wanted to struggle, but it was useless, watching Hill put the gorgeous jewelry on his neck, then his ankles, not even his hair was spared.

The icy cold touch fell on his body, and the stimulation made his skin goosebumps.

"Woooo!!"

After wearing anklets on his feet, his limbs were chained to the bed, and his whole body was in the shape of a big character.

After he was locked, the hand on his mouth also left. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, something was stuffed into his mouth, which was as cold as jade.

He is like meat being put on the chopping board, being slaughtered by these men in black.

After locking it, the men in black stood around the bed with their heads bowed. Each of them held a candle in their hand. The candle was lit, and then they began to mutter incomprehensible words.

The burning candle began to drip wax, some dripped on the bed sheet, some fell on his legs, the hardened candle still had a little warmth, dripping on the skin was uncomfortable, Ran Heming couldn't help crying He groaned in pain.

He felt like something that was going to be sacrificed. He had seen this kind of scene in some horror movies that he had watched. These people would not use it to make a deal with the devil, and then a love game gradually evolved into a horror game ?

Just when he thought he was going to be stabbed and summon a demon with blood, Hill suddenly leaned over and ripped the clothes off him.

The sound of clothes being torn resounded in the room, Ran Heming was worried that the little bat would be found, and then he realized that he was thinking too much.

The clothes that had been torn into strips were piled up and thrown on the ground. Hill didn't even care whether there was anything in the clothes, and didn't even look at them.

The temperature in the room was very low due to the lack of exposure to the sun. With no clothing covering his body, his skin was very cold when exposed to the air, which made Ran Heming feel something was wrong.

The other party didn't want to kill him, but wanted to do something else to him.

As a man, he didn't expect that one day he would be caught and tied up, and then do such a thing. After realizing it, Ran Heming began to struggle violently.

He would rather be killed than do such a thing, okay?

And there are a bunch of weird people standing around,

But Naihe's limbs were all chained, and his struggle made sounds and jingled.

Not only did he not break free, but his wrists and ankles were very painful, and the people on his body were still pressing on him like a mountain.

"Hmm!!" Ran Heming looked at Hill, begging him not to do such a thing to himself.

The eyes he looked at were wet and full of fear, which greatly satisfied Hill's strange taste.

Ran Heming didn't know that the more he struggled, the more excited he became.

"Good boy, don't be afraid." Hill said softly, reaching out his hand to caress Ran Heming's terrified eyes because of fear.

What beautiful eyes, Seele thought to herself.

"Oh, how divine this is."

How could he not be afraid? He was about to be crushed by something, and in front of so many people, being crushed by a particularly perverted person, how could he not be afraid.

It would be great if someone could save him at this time, Ran Heming strongly hoped in his heart that there was someone who could save him now.

No one wants to be raped as a man, and in this case.

Ran Heming couldn't move his body, so he could only let it run amok on him. At this moment, he suddenly remembered Em, who had become abnormal during that time. Did Em know that he was treated like this when he came to the Church of Light?

But how could Em know these things?

His mind was too confused, he was struggling to avoid Hill's touch, and he was thinking about Em.

"Your mother... Get away!!!" Ran Heming worked hard for a long time before spitting out the jade-like thing in his mouth.

Ran Heming couldn't stand it anymore. When Hill lowered his head, he hit the other person's cheek with his head. He used so much force that his head hurt a little.

This is the first time Ran Heming swears. Now he is angry and wants to kill the person who is playing with him immediately. His fear just now has turned into anger.

"hiss……"

Hill covered the cheek that was bitten, and looked at Ran Heming as if he was looking at a dead person, "I wanted to be gentle with you, but you may not be too ignorant."

"You don't know what to do!" Ran Heming became impatient, and glared viciously at the person above him, why would he still act grateful when he was walled off?

"Why aren't you afraid anymore?" Hill asked in a low voice.

After listening to this sentence, I just feel that the other party has a hole in his head. Are you not afraid that you still need to find a reason?

Hill's voice became old and hoarse, and black smoke rose all over his body. Ran Heming was taken aback by this change.

"You should be afraid of me, not lose your temper with me." After Hill finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Ran Heming's neck.

He used a lot of strength.

[The author has something to say: Why didn't you ask me to update it? Is it because I'm too diligent? 】