After the blackening, I was forced to become a group pet

Lan Xiu and the others were imprisoned on the eighth floor underwater, which was also the best floor of the prison facilities.

Four people live in one room on the eighth floor, six people on the seventh floor, and so on.

The size of the cell is the same, and they live on the top floor. After lying down on the bed, there is no room to sit up.

Only with a strong family background, or by fighting with fists, can one occupy a place on the eighth floor.

And why Lan Xiu was imprisoned on this floor, he himself didn't know.

Lan Xiu and the black-haired boy were the last to be allocated rooms, and their prison number was 4.

He smiled wryly, is it really inseparable from death!

Someone was discussing in the prison opposite.

"Pen Nuo, have you seen the man who is so bruised that a gust of wind can kill him?"

Lan Xiu turned his head to look, and saw that the man who spoke had blond hair, a tall body, and a good face. His eyes fell on him as if he was looking at a corpse, without any emotion.

A man named Pen Nuo sat on the head of the bed. His loose prison uniform couldn't hide his toned figure, and his slender legs were full of great strength.

Golden hair covered his forehead, deep eye sockets, a straight nose, tightly pursed lips, and a lazy posture, like a lion lying on the grassland basking in the sun.

Intuition told Lan Xiu that these two people were very difficult.

"I think he can survive."

"I bet a pack of cigarettes that he won't survive tomorrow."

"Jonathan, you're doomed."

Look, a human life is worth less than a pack of cigarettes in their eyes.

The cell door was opened, and Lan Xiu was violently pushed in.

The cell is very narrow, and the furnishings are clear at a glance. There are four beds for two people, all of whom are on the upper bunk.

The one on the right is a muscular bald head.

On the left is a thin black man with dreadlocks.

Lan Xiu quickly put the clothes on his body.

He knew the rules here, for new prisoners, the meeting ceremony was a brutal beating.

Sure enough, in the next second, the bald head jumped down from the upper bunk, and in the blink of an eye, he grabbed Lan Xiu's skirt, pressed him against the hard door panel, and showed his yellow teeth at him.

Lan Xiu kicked his legs in the air, facing the bald fist, he was a little embarrassed, whether to hit or not!

Of course, the bald head didn't give him time to think at all, and greeted him by pointing at his belly.

Injuries to the abdomen may injure internal organs and be on the verge of death.

He quickly blocked it with his injured arm.Suddenly, the gauze on the arm was instantly stained red with blood.

The sweet smell of blood stimulated the man's potential beast factor, the bald head was mobilized, and he laughed wildly.

He pinned Lan Xiu to the ground, punched and kicked him.

Lan Xiu held his head and curled up his body to protect his vital organs.

He has received the best fighting training and has rich experience in actual combat. Anti-fighting is also one of the trainings. After a few minutes of violent beatings, he carried it through.

But the black-haired boy who came in with him was not so lucky, because he looked good, he was dragged to sleep directly.

The boy resisted and was slapped a few times before he became honest.

Lan Xiu walked over and was about to rest on the lower berth, but was stopped by a foot.

Again!

His eyes turned cold, and he looked at the dreadlocks on the upper bunk.

There was no smile on Dirty Braid's face, "What did you do?" Lan Xiu was taken aback, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

It can't be said that he was wronged by his lover and thrown in, right?

So, he casually said a reason, "I slept with someone else's wife."

Immediately, Dirty Braid laughed, "Did you sleep with the president's wife? You were imprisoned here! Hahaha...don't laugh at me to death."

Lan Xiu spread his hands, didn't he!He himself felt that his life had become a joke all these years.

Dirty Braid laughed enough before pointing to himself.

"I used to be in the human skin business."

"Human skin business?" This is the first time Lan Xiu heard of it. What is his major?

"Well... probably, it's specialized in peeling human skin for making lampshades and so on. I think if your skin is well-maintained, the material is not bad."

Dirty Braid leaned over greedily, and took a breath on the exposed skin behind Lan Xiu's ears.

"The smell of milk, are you underage? Haven't weaned yet? If it's not that I don't like men, hehe..."

He made a disdainful expression at Lan Xiu, lay down and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Lan Xiu felt that the suffering tonight should be over.

He lay on the hard bed of the lower bunk, closed his eyes, and fell asleep to the cries of the dark-haired boy on the opposite bunk.

The next day, at seven o'clock sharp, everyone gathered in the restaurant.

All the seats in the restaurant are made of pure plastic fixed to the ground, and they are spotlessly clean.

Lan Xiu was queuing up to pick up his meal, when his sleeve was pulled suddenly, and when he looked back, it was the black-haired boy from last night.

The young man's face was pale, and his walking posture was somewhat indecent. He must have suffered a loss last night and was injured.

"Hello, my name is Liu Ying, we were imprisoned together yesterday, in a dormitory, do you remember?"

Zuo Ying stared timidly at Lan Xiu's cold eyes, wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

Lan Xiu nodded and took a step forward.

"What's your name?" Liu Ying didn't care about his indifference at all, and continued to ask.

"Lan Xiu."

"You are of oriental descent, we were the same race 500 years ago..."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Lan Xiu interrupted the other party indifferently.

Zuo Ying smiled awkwardly, "Can you cover me?"

Lan Xiu froze for a moment, then said coldly, "No."

He can't protect himself.

At this moment, last night's bald head slapped Liu Ying on the shoulder.

"Photographer, you are so fucking heartless! With such a trash as a backer, I could crush him to death with one finger."

He squeezed Zuying's chin, and kissed him passionately in public. His lips were broken and dripping with blood, which was shocking.

Suddenly, someone whistled.

"Except for that sick ghost, all the people who came in this time were beauties!"

"So it's all allocated to the eighth floor, and we can only stare blankly!"

It was only then that Lan Xiu realized that he was assigned to the eighth floor because he took advantage of others.

He knew that the sick ghost they spoke of was himself covered in scars.

Breakfast was rice soup with a few grains of rice and wheat bread floating in it, which was much better than he had imagined.

Holding the dinner plate, he glanced around and chose to sit next to the TV.

The news that interests him is shown on the TV.

"The experimental body studied by the head of the Bruce family was stolen by an unknown person, and Yaer, the second son of the Bruce family, used it..."

Seeing the critical moment, his line of sight was suddenly blocked. He looked up and saw that he was a muscular man. The most eye-catching thing was his hair that looked like a pirate king.

The big man stepped on the edge of his dinner plate.

"Sick ghost, this is Lao Tzu's seat, you fucking dare to sit there."

After speaking, he spit into Lan Xiu's uneaten meal.

Lan Xiu was so disgusted, he definitely couldn't eat anymore, but is this person going to be beaten?

Thinking that he had just arrived and was surrounded by enemies, he decided to endure it.

He stood up and poured out all the food on the plate, so he could only be hungry in the morning.

Suddenly, there was wind behind him, he tilted his head to avoid it, and saw a carton of milk flying out of his eyes, and he reached out to catch it.

He looked back and saw the man named Pennuo in the opposite cell last night whistled at him.

The smiling eyes seem to say, you are exposed, little wild cat.