Through the past and the present, I regard you as the king

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Title of the book: Through the Past and the Present, I Serve You as King

Author: Qing Gu Ni

Remarks: Copywriting

The original name of this article is "The Breeding of the Past and the Present": If you raise a loyal dog to become a wild wolf, you agree that I will be the master?

It took Mu Feng eight years to get out of the siege. When his life was finally on the right track, God suddenly dropped a person in his bathroom.This person was about to strangle him at the first sight, but knelt down at the second sight.

Just kneeling, accidentally, bound Mu Feng and Nian Qi for a lifetime.

Mu Feng's step-by-step enlightenment made Er Qi, who had been a puppet for 20 years, understand dignity and dreams.And all the sincerity and passion in Twenty Seven's life belonged only to the man who raised him.

However, when love sprouts, who raises whom?

As a result, Mu Feng raised a loyal dog into a big wild wolf that has no meat or joy...

——I believe that you will give me back the best of me——

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God gave me a free bodyguard, but I acted as a nanny for him

[Twenty-seven: My son, I will surrender forever and never betray. 】

[Mu Feng: Speak up, don't tear my clothes! (os: Give me back the obedient 2777 from before TAT)]

This article is also known as "Little Doctor's Loyal Dog Tibetan Mastiff Cultivation Notes", "Illiterate Wife Chasing Handbook", "I Have Special Stalking Skills", "You Are the Love of My Life", "Let's Abuse Dogs Together", "Dogs" Breeding Wrong Demonstration"

cp Description:

Mu Fengshou: Highly educated, entangled, senior doctor

Twenty-seven Attacks: The stalky and straight blind obedience dog, the dead man who wears the past and the present with no three views → positive, brave fighting scumbags, wife-protecting madman

This article is entered into v on Sunday (9.20th), and three chapters will be presented on the same day. I hope everyone will continue to support it! (づ￣3￣)づ

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1. There are former scumbags haunting, please be careful to avoid the Shuangjie Party.

2.1v1, absolute HE is unshakable.

3. This article is modern and superficial, please do not over-research, the content is based on the author's nonsense.

4. Focus on cultivating daily life and pets, silly, white and sweet love, dog blood nourishes the heart, welcome to enter the pit.

5. The general update is around 9 am, and the Thursday update is in the afternoon

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Mu Feng, [-]┃Supporting role: Qi Shaochuan, Chu Yu┃Others: Loyal Dog, Ancient and Modern

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☆, 1 | wedge

The author has something to say: Hello everyone, I’m starting an article~ Although I know that many people don’t like to read wedges, I still wrote it and put it here.I hope you will support me a lot~ Meme!

As for Twenty Seven, he is a poor child who is miserable but he himself does not know that he is miserable...

ps: Twenty-seven is an attack, an attack, an attack.

On the last August [-]th, the missing moon hangs in the starry night sky, and the golden and white light seeps in through the hole in the window, forming a continuous undulating pattern on the face of the person. .

In the dark room under the bright moonlight, there stood a solid wooden torture frame with a cross. The wooden frame was old, and wooden thorns were split on the intricate lines. It's not painful, but slightly itchy.

On the wooden frame, the heavy breath and the naked upper body intertwined a kind of bleak decadence...

The dark dungeon would make the moonlight too dazzling, so Nianqi hung his head and closed his eyes.Until the sound of chaotic footsteps slowly approaching behind him, and the crisp clink of keys and iron chains, he knew that those people were full again and came to play with the newly acquired gadgets.

But this novelty is only his twenty-seven.

The jailer walked with heavy steps to the torture frame on which twenty-seven was locked, and untied the hard snakeskin whip wrapped around his waist.

Nian Qi opened his eyes and saw the monkey-cheeked jailer in front of him take a deep breath, shook the snake whip in his hand, and swished his arm down.Twenty-seven is very familiar with this kind of whip. Pick up the hardest scales from the strongest poisonous pythons, pick them off alive with a knife, make clothes with snake skin and core scales, and whip them hard backwards. It is not difficult to remove a piece of meat .

It can be seen that although this person is holding a sharp weapon that can kill a person with a few blows, it is completely useless. It hurts when it falls on the body, but it does not have any deterrent effect.

What I suffered during the training in the Prince's Mansion was far more severe than this.

After Nian Qi received this whip, the jailer spoke slowly, "Little bastard, can you tell me who ordered you to come here?"

Nian Qi looked at the snake-scale whip in his hand, swallowed his saliva, moistened his throat, and said, "Two inches..."

"What did you say?" the jailer heard that he was finally willing to speak, and leaned forward with a little joy, "Who is it?! Say it again!"

"The whip...you have to hold it down two inches," Nianqi said, "Use your wrist strength, not your arm strength."

"..."

There was a silence in the prison.The jailer held back his breath, and stared at him with two eyes mixed together. The smell of drinking alcohol could be seen from those reddish eyes. After a while, the prisoner suddenly jumped up and pinched Nianqi's chin He forced him to open his mouth, and stabbed most of the stick-long whip handle in, leaving a long section of black and white interlaced snake scales hanging down, like a dirty rat tail scurrying around in the ditch.

"Hahahahaha!" The jailer laughed loudly, took down the ordinary long whip hanging on the wall, weighed it in his hand a few times, and then greeted him mercilessly, "You bitch like a mouse, do you want to recruit it or not!"

No matter how ordinary the long whip was, it couldn't resist such intensive beatings. Nian Qi's body trembled slightly, and his throat was pressed against the painful low uh.

"In the end—huh... recruit or not!" The jailer was tired from beating, and stopped to take a breath.

Nian Qi swallowed a mouthful of sweet fishy taste, and turned his head to look at the half white moon outside the narrow window.

The jailer went mad with anger, dropped his long whip and ran out of the cell. When he came back a few steps later, he was holding a burning red and shiny hoof-shaped iron in his hand, which was smoking white in the slightly cold air. .He held the soldering iron in front of Twenty Seven and said viciously, "Want to try?"

The soldering iron was very close, almost in front of Er Qi, and the scorching heat rushed towards him.He could imagine what it would be like to have this instrument of torture scorched on his body, it would be painful, scorching, scorched and even blood would not flow.And he blinked, and snorted nonchalantly.

"you--!"

"Stop." Another voice came from the cell door, soft and warm, like moonlight.

The jailer froze, and immediately bowed to meet him with a flattering smile, "My lord, this place is so dirty, why are you here? Just leave the interrogation of the prisoners to the younger ones."

Wang An frowned and looked at the red iron in the jailer's hand, waved his sleeves to make him retreat, and then slowly walked up to Nian Qi, looked up and down at the bright red welts on his body, and gently pulled out the scars. Throwing the handle of the whip out of his throat on the ground, he asked, "OK?"

Twenty-seven coughed up a mouthful of bloody foam and didn't answer. He just turned his head and looked at the white bandage wrapped around his right hand. There were some red stars on the thin part of the back of his hand. It was at the birthday banquet of Prince An's residence not long ago. I drew it myself when I was ordered to assassinate.It's a pity that the other party's rescue was too fast, and that knife failed to cut An Wang's tendons.

Wang An followed his gaze and looked down, raised his hand and smiled, "It's no big deal, the doctor said it still works."

Twenty-seven is expressionless.

"Tell me, why do you want to kill me?" Wang An asked suddenly, with no threat or harshness in his tone, just like two people who met by chance.

Twenty Seven: "Order."

"Oh?" Wang An was surprised, "Whose order?"

"Son."

"Which family..." Wang An asked halfway, looked up to see Nian Qi's eyes, suddenly swallowed the rest of the sentence, moved a few steps closer and lifted his chin, admiring, "It's so beautiful."

A trace of doubt appeared in Nian Qi's calm eyes, he didn't understand what it meant.

An Wang said with a smile, "I mean, these eyes are really beautiful. They are clear, firm, unwavering, without hesitation or confusion. They are very good eyes." Some, "I appreciate it."

"What do you mean, Your Highness?" Nianqi was puzzled.

Wang An shook his head, "Although your eyes are good, they are too empty. There is nothing. There is no right or wrong, no love and hate, no emotion, and even no happiness or anger that a person should have... You should smile more." He Sighing, he released Nian Qi's jaw, "I don't think I can get anything out of you—because you are someone's dead man, and dead men never speak. Besides, you seem to know nothing."

He paused, and suddenly asked, "How about following me?"

"?"

"Don't ask about your past, don't let you lick your blood, just be a guard in the palace. If you meet a girl you like in the future, I will let you go out of the palace to start a family and start a business. How?" An Wang said.

Twenty Seven laughed at him, "Your Highness is so considerate to assassins?"

King An smiled: "Don't you know, there is a guard team in my mansion, which is full of people who have assassinated me. There are too many brothers, that's the way it is, not to mention that the father always wants to mention it intentionally or unintentionally. What am I going to be a prince—"

"It has nothing to do with me." Twenty Seven interrupted him.

"Really not coming?"

Twenty Seven was silent.

King An sized him up a few times, and sighed: "I want to know who the young master you are talking about." After that, he shook his head and did not persuade him anymore, covered his sleeves and left the cell.

Nian Qi watched his back disappear around the corner, and didn't feel any pity. Turning around, he still closed his eyes and rested his mind, waiting for the next round of torture.However, the jailer was delayed in coming, and his eyelids gradually became heavy after waiting for twenty-seven.

The night was extremely quiet, and the air was filled with a slight smell of blood, mixed with the usual rotten atmosphere in the cell.

When the bright moon could no longer hang in the corner of the window, untimely noises surged from outside the cell, the screams of women and children, the shouts of the guards charging, the sound of thumping and shattering dishes, and countless swords Crossbows and crossbows whizzed.

The moon sank, and the cell was so dark that no fingers could be seen.Nianqi suddenly heard several screams not far away, among them seemed to be the jailer who was beating him.

"Twenty Seven." A dark shadow split open the cell door and came in.

With a few sharp flashes of the knife, the brothers and feet locked on the wooden frame were finally released.Twenty-seven moved his hands and feet briefly, and then escaped from the dungeon with the man in black without a sound. The moment he stepped on the ground, he saw only the family servants running around, the lying corpses, and the crackling sky. firelight.

This Prince An's Mansion, which was so prosperous for a while, was breached so easily.

The man in black pushed him away, and said in a low voice, "Xiqinghu, the young master is waiting for you." After speaking, he quickly disappeared between the roofs.

Nian Qi looked back at Prince An's Mansion, which was already in a mess. The occasional strong autumn wind blew the fire even more vigorously. The whole luxurious mansion seemed to be a huge bellows at this moment, and it would soon burn up everything that had been there before. .

He also understood that the well-designed assassination at the birthday banquet was just a cover. He was not the only one who sneaked into the palace that day, but two other people took advantage of the chaos to do what the young master really ordered.

Dead man twenty-seven is an abandoned son.

When Nian Qi rushed to the edge of Xiqing Lake, he saw a slender figure standing against the wind on the deserted pier, fluttering about in a luxurious robe trimmed with moon white.Walking ten feet away from that person, Nian Qi knelt down on his own initiative, and said "Young Master" in a deep voice.

The young man turned around and glanced casually at Nianqi, "Nianqi."

"Yes." Nianqi clapped his hands in reply.

"Do you know why I saved you?" the young man raised his eyebrows and asked him.

Nianqi bowed his head, "I know." Because you can't leave any clues to the enemy, not even a handful of bones.

The young man took out a small celadon vase from the delicate cuffs embroidered with moon-white patterns, held it in his hand, and slowly bent down and handed it to Nian Qi. nose, the young man shook the porcelain vase in his hand, "I like smart people the most."

Twenty-seven said nothing, took the medicine bottle, and pulled out the cork.

"It's not poison." The young master added with a smile on his face.

After a 20-[-] pause, his hands trembled slightly, and he raised his head to look at his master who had served him for [-] years. It could be said that these dead soldiers grew up with the young master.The young man in front of him had supple eyebrows, and the corners of his slightly raised eyes seemed to be planted with crimson peach blossoms. For Nian Qi who had been hiding in the darkness all year round, this was probably the best-looking man he had ever seen, and he was also the most ruthless.This man obviously has gentle eyebrows and eyes, but he most often looks down at them.

Contemptuous, disdainful, harsh.

Even so, Twenty Seven didn't feel dissatisfied with the medicine bottle in his hand.As a shadow guard who can't see the light, his face has been exposed for a long time in Prince An's mansion, and it is impossible for the young master to allow him to stay in the world.It's just that the young master is in such a mood, and if he doesn't want to use Jun Lie's deadly poison, then I'm afraid the bottle in his hand is just some dispersing power medicine, which will dissipate all the power and abolish his life's martial arts.

Sangong but not dying, it means that the young master wants to watch a play.

——I want to see how an abandoned child who is not well-ranked, on the premise of losing all his martial arts, kills himself in this wilderness with no weapons.

Twenty-seven drank the Huagong water happily, bowed to the young master three times with both hands, then slowly got up, took one last look at the corner of the young master's smiling mouth, and then took a few steps quickly and jumped into the cold water of Xiqing Lake .

The thousand-foot lake water is icy cold to the bone, and it was extremely clear at the beginning of the Mid-Autumn Festival. You can even see how Nian Qi is struggling and suffocating in this crystal clear water.

It’s just that it’s a dark night, and you can’t see too deep. After the people on the pier couldn’t see him anymore, they spat angrily, “It’s boring!”

Twenty-seven was immersed in the lake water, the effect of Huagong water made his dantian empty, and his limbs were cramped and stiff due to the cold temperature.The color of the moon-white robe gradually disappeared, leaving only the chill and boundless darkness around him.

Nianqi closed his eyes, his body was engulfed in great tiredness, his body was sinking, his consciousness was drifting away, he didn't know where, he didn't know what...

In the chaotic mind, the pictures are like a revolving lantern, most of which are still black and white without color, flashing frame by frame.As long as Nianqi can remember, he has been a dead soldier secretly cultivated by the son's mansion. A child of Tuanda, he has learned how to fight with others since he was a child.The most common color is bright red, and the only thing that is asked to remember is the son.Everything, everything, is to protect the master with spring-like eyebrows, obey his orders, and obey his laws.

Nothing else.

Dead men are a kind of consumables, but it doesn't mean that one dies and one loses one. There are many replacements, but those who can really contact the young master are only the top five.People like Nianqi who are more than [-] years old rarely even see the young master's face a few times.

It is roughly an honor to be able to play as an abandoned child.

When darkness completely engulfed Twenty Seven, his last pain before losing consciousness was not about life or death or resignation—he only thought of these as the obligations of a competent dead man, but rather, the water of Xiqing Lake in this autumn It was so fucking cold, I should have tied my belt and hung myself on a big sturdy tree if I knew it earlier.

But if he really hanged himself like that, I'm afraid the appearance of death is too ugly, and the young master doesn't like to look at it.

Nian Qi suddenly thought of that unlucky King An, and praised his eyes so much that he deserved to smile more.

He really pulled the corner of his mouth, opened his tightly closed mouth, and poured more cold water in. At this moment, let alone laughing, he couldn't even cry.

Stretch your limbs and let him go.

☆、2|Bathroom horror

When Mu Feng came out of the subway station, the street was empty and no one was there.

He rubbed his face tensed by the cold wind, and let out a long sigh of relief.In the hospital, Mu Feng was known for his good temper, no matter who he was smiling at, he stayed in the Central Hospital of City A for the past few years and even set a new record with no complaints from patients.

The darkness of the night wrapped Mu Feng's body, and also concealed the extreme fatigue and exhaustion on his face.

Anyone who even went on stage for ten hours of surgery, without eating or drinking, couldn't even laugh when he stepped off the stage.

City A is a mountain city. Although the city is prosperous enough, it cannot change its essence of being built next to the mountain.The community where Mu Feng lived was at the end of a ramp. He endured the hunger and cold and walked halfway, when he suddenly remembered that the shower gel at home had been used up, so he turned around and entered the only 24 on the ramp where the lights were still on. Hour convenience store.

The store was quiet, except for a very young salesperson, who propped his head up and read a book on the cash register.

Mu Feng went straight to the cosmetics area, took the shower gel of the usual brand, and was about to turn around and go back to pay the money when he suddenly felt dizzy.Mu Feng hastily supported the shelf at hand, and after waking up, he took a rest for a while, then took two more black chocolates, and went to pay the money together.

Just hypoglycemia.

The salesperson was still looking at the book in hand seriously, but Mu Feng walked up to him and knocked on the table before realizing it.

"Human Anatomy" - when the salesperson was busy collecting money, Mu Feng glanced at his book, it was a basic medical textbook.Mu Feng remembered that this place seemed not far from his university. It turned out that this young salesperson was still a part-time junior fellow student.

"Hello, I'll charge you 50. I'm looking for you..." The salesperson handed over the change, but seeing that Mu Feng didn't pick it up for a long time, "Sir, sir?"

After calling several times, Mu Feng took the change and things with a sigh of "ah", put the chocolate in his pocket, and then heard the salesperson ask him enthusiastically, "Sir, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, do you need some mooncakes? We have a new kind of flower mooncake here, which tastes very good."

Mu Feng was taken aback, took the moon cake he recommended without knowing it, and asked for a long time, "Today's Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Yes, sir." The clerk smiled standardly.

"Uh, then..." Mu Feng took out his wallet, thought about it, put it back, shook his head and said, "I still don't want it, thank you."

"Okay, sir, happy Mid-Autumn Festival." The clerk put down the exquisitely packaged mooncakes, smiled at Mu Feng, and when Mu Feng pushed open the glass door of the convenience store, he bowed to him as required by the store regulations and sang the same song. Shouted: "Sir, go slowly, welcome to visit next time!"

Mu Feng went straight home, breathed the cool air, and didn't feel the warmth of the Mid-Autumn Festival. When he stepped on the steps of the corridor, he found that even the lights in the corridor were out.He took out the key in the dark, and poked it in the darkness for a long time before he could get in.

Click, the door opens.

It was also pitch black inside.

Mid-Autumn Festival...

Thinking back to the year when he graduated with a Ph.D., the tutor patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, saying that a man should be ruthless to himself in order to be successful. He meant to ask him to work for the central hospital with the best medical conditions and the most demanding recruitment in City A. a resume.

Mu Feng did not vote because the Central Hospital had already offered him an olive branch.

But Mu Feng also did something very cruel to him.He had just stabilized his work, and it was also the Mid-Autumn Festival of that year. He went home, picked a not-so-good timing, and came out to his family.In fact, he didn't plan to do anything. At the age of 25, he didn't even have a partner to come out of the closet. It's just that when he put on the black and red academic gown on the graduation ceremony, he looked at the flashing lights in front of him, and suddenly wanted to do this for a moment. It's useless to stop anyone.

The result of coming out of the closet was the same as many people. His parents angrily threatened to break his legs, and the three of them quarreled in the living room. In the end, Mu Feng was sent to the hospital and ended up with his family. .He never complained about his parents' incomprehension. It would be absurd for a man to like another man in mainstream society. What's more, Mu Feng was the only child in his family.

There is a poem called, "I wish you a long life, and you will share the joys and joys of thousands of miles".Yes, the 27-year-old Mu Feng is still alone, his parents are strangers living in the same city, and the other half... If he has a other half, he won't be so busy that he doesn't even remember the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Heh, who will last a long time with whom, and who will share the joys and joys with.

It's better to take a bath and reward yourself physically and mentally exhausted.Mu Feng turned on the light, put the things he bought on the coffee table, and then went to the bathroom with bare feet to fill in the water. After the cold water accumulated on the bathtub, the hot water slowly came up. Cover with a layer of water mist, steaming and warming the whole room.

Mu Feng stripped naked and was about to step into the bath, only to realize that the shower gel he just bought was not brought in, so he went out naked again to get the shower gel.

Walking out of the humid and warm bathroom, the sudden cold air made him shiver. He casually grabbed a white bath towel around his waist, and quickly ran to the living room to pick up the plastic bag containing his things.

But he didn't go back.

Because when he walked to the door of the bathroom, he suddenly heard the sound of water splashing inside, as if something had fallen into the bathtub he filled with water. Listening to the sound, it was not small.The wall clock on the wall has already pointed to 11:30, which is the time when most people have already gone to bed.

This residential area has been built for more than ten years, and many facilities are not as perfect as the newly built ones. When Mu Feng rented this house, the landlord told him that the bathroom window did not have anti-theft windows, and there was a strong drainage pipe outside the wall. , although not everyone can climb up to the seventh floor, but to be on the safe side, it is best to lock the windows.

When going out in the morning, Mu Feng felt that the smell in the bathroom was not very good, so it was rare to open the window for ventilation.Could it be that just this sudden moment attracted thieves?He was also a thief who defied hardships and dangers and climbed all the way to the seventh floor and entered through the window...

Mu Feng frowned, his clothes were all taken off in the bathroom, and even his mobile phone was in his trousers pocket, could it be possible that he was allowed to hang up in the middle of the night, just because of something that might just be a false alarm Go out and ask for help?

After a while, the bathroom was quiet again, and Mu Feng didn't know why he was in a daze, so he stood at the door for more than ten minutes, until the clock was about to be dialed to zero, there was no other person in the room. the sound of.

Mu Feng comforted himself that maybe the nails on the wall shelf were loose and smashed into the bathtub.

Mu Feng thought about it for a while, and decided to go in and have a look.He picked up a broken iron clothes-drying pole to defend himself, and approached the door with some trepidation. There was a light in the crack of the bathroom door, indicating that the light was still on. Mu Feng held the doorknob and turned it slowly.

More and more rays of light poured out of the small room, and Mu Feng's hand holding the clothes rail was covered with cold sweat. He took a deep breath, and pushed the door in front of him with a savage heart.

There was no one there.

The mirror was covered with a thick layer of water vapor, the floor was dripping with dripping water, and the window was still exposed as it was when he went out in the morning. Everything looked so ordinary, as if the movement Mu Feng had heard before was nothing like that. It was his illusion.

However, Mu Feng knew that it could never be an illusion.

Under the transpiration of heat, there is a kind of smell that Mu Feng smells most often in the airtight air, which is absolutely impossible to be mistaken, the smell of blood.He approached the bathtub step by step, and when he saw the slightly rippling pool of warm water inside, he covered his mouth in an instant, feeling a little panicked.

Mu Feng felt that he was about to face a big event.

Otherwise, how could the bathtub be stained for no reason, and soak into a pool of light red? What kind of injury would it take to bleed so much blood.

It is impossible for the intruder to disappear out of thin air. Could it be that he returned the same way and escaped? So the most urgent thing now is whether to call 110 or 120?Mu Feng calmly analyzed the current situation, and in the end he took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his trousers on the wall and dialed three numbers.

While waiting for the other party to answer the call, Mu Feng planned to leave the bathroom first. If necessary, he would probably find a small hotel for the night.

"Beep...beep..." Mu Feng turned around, and when he raised his head, he was completely shocked on the spot. He couldn't hold the phone firmly for a while, and almost fell from his ear.

"Hello, 110 service desk, what help do you need?" The phone was connected suddenly, and the calm voice of the wiring policewoman came from the microphone, but Mu Feng couldn't calm down at all, he just stared at the bathroom door. Closed one by one, the final click turned the entire room into a secret room.

And in the corner behind the door, a man covered in blood was wearing a costume, leaning his back against the slippery wall, panting heavily, his long messy hair covering his face.

"Hello?" The female voice in the microphone asked repeatedly.

Mu Feng has scolded a dozen times in his heart, if I dare to speak, will I not speak!He held the mobile phone next to his ear in one hand, while carefully looking at the fierce man.

After a stalemate for a minute, Mu Feng secretly glanced at the phone.

Already hung up... It is estimated that the alarm station regarded him as a harassing call.

The man seemed a little unconscious, shaking his head, "Where is this?"

"..." Mu Feng was speechless, "This is my home."

The man glanced at him, "Remove the mechanism here."

Mu Feng took a bold look at this person, seeing that he was wearing an ancient costume, but the actor should not have suffered such a serious injury and still have the strength to climb over the wall.Could it be that he has fantasy hysteria, fantasizing that he is an ancient killer performing a mission.Hysterical patients are most afraid of inexplicable stimulation, Mu Feng lowered his tone as much as possible and followed his words, "I don't have any mechanism here."

The other party froze for a while and did not move.

Mu Feng's spirit also improved to a more tense state, and his brain quickly processed the information, thinking of ways to get himself out of here without being hurt as much as possible.What a fast-running brain brings is not a brilliant escape plan, but... a rapid depletion of energy.

He almost forgot that he hadn't eaten yet.

So Mu Feng's figure flickered.

The blood-like man on the opposite side rushed over suddenly, knocked him to the ground, and Mu Feng had no time to resist. In a panic, Mu Feng grabbed the phone casually, and accidentally dropped the phone, smashing the battery on the ground. They all fell apart.

It’s over.

The man's movements were smooth and flowing, and he pressed Mu Feng face down on the ground in a strange posture, unable to move, and pinched him from the back of the neck with one hand.The cervical spine is a very fragile piece of bone. If it is broken and the spinal cord inside is injured, Mu Feng will be a high paraplegic vegetable even if he is not dead.

Really finished.

Tomorrow, this unremarkable community will be in the headlines, and it will still use Mu Feng's death as a selling point.

The man's technique is proficient and sophisticated, and his physical strength is either a special police officer or a gangster.

Bursts of blackness covered the eyeballs, and the heavy oppression made Mu Feng unclear whether he was fainting from hypoglycemia or suffocating due to hypoxia. Just when Mu Feng thought that he was definitely going to finish playing, the weight on his body suddenly lightened , The pressure on the neck also disappeared.

Mu Feng got a lot of air to breathe, and didn't care what the man was going to do, turned over and lay on the ground coughing and panting.

A palm was placed on his back, and with a few breaths, he supported him against the wall.

Mu Feng realized that he was almost strangled to death. Although he didn't know what this person was thinking and suddenly let go, his life was still in his hands. His back was stuck stiffly against the cool tiles behind him, and he looked at the murderer in front of him in bewilderment.

The man wiped off the hair and dirt on his face, and looked at him carefully.Mu Feng didn't dare to move, he could only let him look at him.

The other party looked at Mu Feng and didn't know what he was thinking, and even reached out to touch his chin.Mu Feng instinctively wanted to hide, but his neck was sprained from the pinch and beating before, and it hurt so badly like a stiff neck when he moved, he couldn't help but gasped, and frowned in pain.

"My lord!" The man suddenly became frightened, and quickly withdrew his hands and took a step back, accidentally rubbing off the towel around Mu Feng's waist during his movements.

Before Mu Feng could react, he heard a heavy thud, and the opponent's knees touched the floor closely. The man knelt down in front of him as soon as he lowered his head, and kowtowed without hesitation. Looking at the little guy who was chilly between Mu Feng's legs.

"..."

Is this guy sick?

The author has something to say: The little doctor came out to provoke~

ps: Due to the needs of various plots, a lot of relevant settings in this article are superficial, just a YY story, please do not apply it to reality, if there are any medical professional mistakes, please point them out.

☆、3|Psychopath

The man knelt on the ground and refused to get up for a long time, until Mu Feng got up courageously and quietly got up, he still knelt there motionless.The mobile phone and battery were lying one meter away, and the water in the bathtub was rushing out, and soon covered the floor, soaking the entire mobile phone in it.

The water was very hot, Mu Feng shrank his feet, the man's shoulders suddenly sank, and he blurted out: "Nianqi has no intention of offending you, please punish me!"

"..." Mu Feng swallowed, and tried to move his body slightly. The hot water burned his skin that touched the ground and turned slightly red. He wanted to pull the bath towel to cover his naked body, only to find that the bath towel was also Drenched in hot water.

Then he noticed a faint red seep from under the man's robe.

Perhaps the hot water had stimulated the wound, and the color became more and more intense.

However, the man's posture was not shaken by the opening of the wound, kneeling like a standing stone statue.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Mu Feng couldn't help asking him, shrinking his body from the heat.

Nianqi looked up at Mu Feng, his eyes seemed a little unclear, through the sweat and sticky hair on his face, he found that the person huddled in the corner was trembling slightly, with his arms wrapped around his knees, looking vigilant.Nianqi quickly realized that he looked around first, then got up and took Mu Feng's coat from the hook on the wall, and he held the dark gray windbreaker to look at it for a long time.

Mu Feng looked at him silently, until the man finally found the collar, and covered him with the loose clothes in both hands.

"Hey……"

Twenty-seven bowed their heads and said "offend", then ignored Mu Feng's resistance, hugged his back tightly, and picked him up from his knees. The moment his body flew into the air, Mu Feng exclaimed He let out a sound, and his body sank a lot reflexively, but this did not affect the man's strength. Twenty-seven kilograms of weight seemed easy in Twenty Seven's hands.

The man carried him to the bathroom door, looked left and right at the faded doorknob, then lowered his head to glance at Mu Feng in his arms, lowered his body slightly, and suddenly kicked him over.

The metal head on the door was kicked, and it hit the ground with a thud.

"..." Don't mess with it, don't mess with it.This man can tear cervical vertebrae with his hands, kick metal doors with his feet, what else can't he do?

The man carried him to the living room and gently placed him on the sofa. During the whole process, Mu Feng was shaken in a daze. He could only smell the man's foul smell, like a mixture of algae and blood.

The man left in front of him, and when he lowered his head, Mu Feng actually saw a few green algae in his unkempt hair, twisted and coiled on the hair.

There is no lake nearby, and what can be called a pool is just a man-made ornamental water feature in the newly developed community next door. The depth is no more than the neck at most, and a pool of koi is raised brightly. It is impossible to have such strong algae.

Mu Feng looked at him a little strangely, seeing that he took a step back and stood peacefully beside the coffee table, with his back straight, but he kept his head down and didn't dare to lift it up.

After a while, the man called out in a low voice: "Master..."

The tone was a little aggrieved.

Ganqing broke into someone's house just now, and it wasn't you who strangled someone's neck, why are you pretending to be wronged now!If you are mentally ill, you should stay at home, learn about burglars, and play situational games!

Mu Feng was already flustered with hunger, but the alternation of hot and cold made him suffer from headaches.He swears it's the best he's ever seen in his life