After the death of thousands of people, the enemy regrets it

In just one day, Chu Yan was at the center of this turmoil.

It would be a lie to say that I am not worried, but fortunately, the people in the presidential palace behaved no differently from usual, and everyone should do what they should do.

The difference is that Jun Buchen goes out more times, and Jun Wang always looks like he is afraid that he will run away, and starts to stare at him every step of the way.

He was already clingy, but now he is more like a jellybean.

Chu Yan had no choice but to let him follow so relentlessly.

He has to follow him when he eats and sleeps, and now it's even more outrageous. When he takes a bath, this child has to follow him too!

After a series of thoughts such as "This is not good", "If you don't see it, how should you explain it", "It's a bit out of bounds" have been stirred up in your mind, Chu Yan finally raised Erkang. hand, rejecting his unreasonable follow-up.

in the bathroom.

At that time, Chu Yan was about to take off his clothes before he undid the first button. Jun Wang just kept staring at him, without the slightest thought of leaving.

No, is it not obvious enough that he did it?

He's taking a shower now?

Aren't you going to avoid it?

Maybe I still don't understand it.

Chu Yan began to explain carefully again: "Your Highness, brother is going to take a bath now."

Jun Wang remained motionless.

Chu Yan's hand that unbuttoned the button just stopped there, and it was neither puzzled nor puzzled.

Because a button was unbuttoned on his upper body, the neckline of his clothes became loose, and his beautiful collarbone was exposed, finally different from his usual rigorous style.

Seeing that he didn't move, Chu Yan had no choice but to reach out and grab Jun Wang's hand, leading him into the room step by step, staring at him intently: "Are you afraid of something?"

Jun Wang also stared into his eyes, with complex emotions lurking in the sea blue pupils.

Chu Yan rubbed his head, and comforted him in a gentle voice: "I just take a shower and I don't go anywhere. An He will come back to accompany you later, so you can find a book and read casually."

As he said that, Chu Yan stuffed him with a book that he likes to study the most on weekdays, then got up and left, and closed the door behind him.

Jun Wang didn’t care about the book that he couldn’t put it down on weekdays, his eyes followed Chu Yan’s back all the way, and there was indescribable nostalgia and love in it.

Will this person go away from him in the future?

What if he left... what would he do?

***

In the bathroom, with the sound of splashing water, Chu Yan filled his palm with water and poured it on his face indiscriminately.

His eyes were hidden under the wet hair, which was a little more cold and solemn.

After all, he is a mortal, how could he not care about the affairs of the empire at all.

Of course, he can also think of the things that Shi Anhe can think of, such as how Jun Buchen will treat him next, and if the empire really asks him back, what will he do to him.

All this is unknown.

It is impossible for him not to be nervous and not afraid.

But in the current situation, he has no choice but to take one step at a time.

In the midst of his thoughts, his mind was also a little confused, so he soaked his face with water, let himself be wrapped in the water vapor, and fell deep into the misty world.

Then he discovered a problem.

In order not to let Jun Wang see him undressing, he simply undressed in the bathroom.

But the change of clothes is still outside!

Because he is in the era of interstellar intelligence, the clothes he just changed have been automatically dragged in by the washing machine to soak and wash, and he can only watch the machine happily turning his clothes, while he can only stare blankly. watch.

This is really a big oolong...

But it doesn't matter, counting the time, it's about time for Shi Anhe to come back, he just needs to wait here quietly.

Sure enough, at the next moment, there was an obvious sound of the door opening from the living room.

Since the bathroom and the living room are relatively close together, Chu Yan could hear it clearly.

So he gently opened the door a crack, and yelled to the outside in a warm and pleasant voice: "An He, help me, pass me two pieces of clothes."

There was no echo from outside, but he could clearly hear the sound of the door opening before.

Did he hear it wrong?

Fortunately, this idea didn't stay in his mind for too long, and soon, he heard even footsteps coming from the living room.

Sure enough, at the critical moment, you have to rely on your brothers.

Even if this brother is silent and doesn't want to talk to you, but when it's time to help, brothers generally won't refuse.

That's the beauty of social animals!

He obediently waited in the bathroom with gratitude, and gave Shi Anhe countless praises in his heart.

Because he was worried that his good brother would step on the stagnant water in the bathroom that had not completely faded when he came in, Chu Yan simply stretched out an arm that was washed white and powdery and still wet with water vapor through the crack of the door just opened. After going out, Sheng's slender and well-proportioned fingers had been obediently left outside to wait for orders.

Then, he heard the footsteps gradually approaching from far away.

By the way, is Shi Anhe so low when he walks?

Like himself, he likes to wear more comfortable sneakers, and such shoes cannot make such a deep sound.

Chu Yan subconsciously felt a little nervous.

He raised his eyes, and through the glass door of the bathroom, he could vaguely see the figure outside, who was a full head taller than himself.

Chu Yan: "..."

How could this be Shi Anhe! ! !

Unless he went out on stilts with great enthusiasm today! ! !

But who is free to go out on stilts! ! !

Chu Yan's heart was broken, and he didn't hold back his outstretched hand, nor did he retract it.

The person outside was quite a gentleman, he didn't push the door to enter, but handed the clothes safely into his hands.

Chu Yan said thank you in a low voice, endured it as if he had been burned, and quickly pulled his hand back, his heart was still beating the drum secretly, and the sky was dark.

Without saying a word, he quickly put on his clothes, his face flushed, and he felt extremely embarrassed.

Help, why do such embarrassing things always happen recently!

At the same time, Jun Buchen who was standing outside the door quietly looked at the back of Chu Yan who was hurriedly getting dressed.

Although only a faint shadow can be seen, it is enough to see the lines of his body, which is so delicate and fragile, as if it would be broken when pinched.

It should have been quietly owned by me, sealed up as a treasure, and no one can covet it.

But now, things have become a little more troublesome.

.......

After Chu Yan got out of the bath, he saw Jun Buchen sitting on the sofa reading a book.

An He was not seen in this living room.

I didn't expect to escape Jun Wang, but not Jun Buchen.

These two brothers are really hard to guard against.

Chu Yan just got out of the bath, her soft hair rubbed against her face, and there were small strings of water dripping gently, her face seemed to have been steamed with powder, and her cheeks were slightly red.

Jun Buchen glanced over and couldn't move away for a long time.

The eyes of the two met in the air for a moment, one was eager to avoid, the other was not avoiding, just looking at him intently.

The next moment, Jun Buchen closed the book in his hand, and approached Chu Yan whose hair was still dripping little by little.

Looking at the person standing in front of him, Chu Yan inexplicably felt a little nervous.

At this time, Jun Buchen said softly: "Let me blow your head for you."

Chu Yan: "?"

***

Due to Jun Buchen's sense of oppression, Chu Yan sat on the bed obediently, and obediently passed the hair dryer into Jun Buchen's hand.

Chu Yan's hair was already long. Looking from the back, she really looked like a reserved beauty.

Jun Buchen smiled slightly, and then pushed the button with his fingers, and the wind with a moderate temperature followed, scratching Chu Yan's soft hair, which was crisp and numb, very hypnotizing.

Jun Buchen's fingers gently fiddled with his hair, with a feeling of tenderness like water.

Chu Yan closed his eyes lightly, and asked curiously, "Do you often blow-dry Jun Wang's hair? You're quite skilled."

When I think about the fact that the president of the Federation is blowing the hair of the people of the empire here, it's quite scary to think about it.

It was so terrifying, but Chu Yan wanted to laugh a little bit.

But before he had time to laugh, Jun Buchen said, "I only blow-dried your hair."

Chu Yan's expression froze for a moment.

Sure enough...he is still not used to accepting excessive love from others.

Chu Yan believes that people need care, but this kind of care is not the best for him, because too much care will make him very uncomfortable, and there will always be an inexplicable sense of indebtedness.

For example, he can't get used to the words "only you" and "the only one".

He felt too heavy.

So, he lowered his head slightly and became silent.

Like a soft cat.

Jun Buchen stroked his hair lightly, and carried out the movements of his hands in an orderly manner.

In fact, he himself was a little surprised. He obviously suffered from mania, and he was often unable to control his strength. If he didn't manage it a little, he might accidentally hurt someone.

However, with Chu Yan around, it seems that such a situation will not happen to him.

Why is this?

***

Chu Yan has always been afraid that after the changes in the empire, his life in the presidential palace will change.

In fact, he was completely overthinking, because they could do whatever they wanted with them.

But today, he was inexplicably brought to a very strange place.

It was dark and humid here, and there were all kinds of instruments of torture beside them, some of the sharp blades were even dripping with blood.

Beside these instruments of torture, there is also an electric chair. There are hard shackles on the back of the chair, armrests and foot posts, which can bind a person's hands, feet, and even the neck, making it impossible for a person to move or move an inch.

Chu Yan swallowed, then looked back at the manager and Shi Anhe behind him, with a slightly cracked expression.

No... Is this the end of our friendship?

***

Originally, netizens thought that the empire's decision to rescue Chu Yan was just talk. On the one hand, it was just to show the generosity of the real prince regardless of previous suspicions, and on the other hand, it was to create momentum for himself.

The more they thought about it, the more they felt that this was the case.

But what I didn't expect was that before dawn the next day, the empire's negotiators were already sitting in the federation's conference hall, all of them were solemn and imposing, especially Ling Feng, who did not hesitate to face the king. The look of fear, his face showed a calmness and calmness that did not match this grade.

Ling Feng rubbed the cold pen in his hand, looked at the king with piercing eyes, and said in a deep voice: "The empire is willing to exchange hostages with you in a peaceful way. If the federation has the sincerity to cooperate, our matter will progress very quickly. joy."

Jun Buchen's attitude was also unyielding, his eyes fell heavily on Ling Feng, and he asked back: "What if I disagree."

Ling Feng confronted him head-on: "If this is the case, the empire will have to negotiate with you by force."

Jun Buchen sneered and said, "You can give it a try."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands lightly.

The staff standing beside him respectfully nodded to him, and then picked up the remote control placed beside him.

A large projection screen slowly slid down from the wall of the meeting room. Because of the light, it was not clear what was projected on it.

After about ten seconds, the picture on the projection screen gradually became clear.

It was a dark room.

In the very center of the room stood a cold electric chair.

On the electric chair, a young man was trapped.

His hands and feet were tightly bound, and even his neck was tightly handcuffed with an iron ring. It can be said that he had nowhere to escape.

The young man's eyes were also covered with dark blindfolds, which covered his eyes. Through the screen, he could only see his beautiful chin, handsome nose bridge, and slightly parted lips.

It was a face that anyone would find attractive.

But Ling Feng's face immediately turned cold.

Because the person sitting in the electric chair...is none other than Chu Yan, whom he had been thinking about day and night.

......

His voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, fierce and angry: "What did you do to him?"

Jun Buchen waved his hands and said disapprovingly: "Your envoy still has this kind of brains, you can tell what his situation is like at a glance."

Ling Feng stared at him extremely coldly, and said angrily, "What do you want?"

Jun Buchen raised a pair of calm eyes to look at him, and said with a light smile: "I don't want to do anything, I just want you to know that his fate is in my hands, when you negotiate with me, it's best Know who you're talking to."

As he spoke, he took the time to lift his chin slightly towards the cruel-looking projector.

The staff behind him immediately understood, and quickly played the next scene with the remote control.

In the next frame, a brief video appears from the projector.

In this video, Chu Yan's arms, face, and even the place near the collarbone were already stained with dark red blood.

He hangs his head, the people sitting in the meeting room can't see the expression on his face clearly, they can only see the gurgling blood flowing between his temple and the base of the ear, and his face is also bruised and purple. Just so painful.

Those who are more careful will find that his hair is still dripping.

It is not difficult to imagine the cruel treatment this young man has experienced.

Seeing such a bloody and cruel scene, a quiet needle drop could be heard in the meeting room for an instant, followed by uncontrollable gasps and sighs.

Someone couldn't help whispering softly: "The Federation is really nothing."

Whether Jun or Chen didn't care about such a reaction, judging by his appearance, he seemed to be enjoying it a little bit.

Ling Feng glared at him, and suppressed: "You will regret it."

But Jun Buchen seems to have heard something funny: "Regret? It's you who should regret it. If it wasn't for saving you, Chu Yan would be replaced by my people to the Federation?"

"To be honest, I think he is pitiful. I originally wanted him to live in peace and stability, but I didn't expect that you would actually come to the throne, and you would come here to fight against me."

"You know that people like me have always had a bad temper. How could they tolerate the people of the empire acting wild in front of my eyes, so I had no choice but to find a scapegoat from my side to vent out."

Jun Buchen looked at Ling Feng with a sinister smile, and the words in his mouth were cold and distorted.

He said word by word: "You are the one who pushed him to hell."

Ling Feng's expression changed, as if he had been greatly shocked.

Jun Buchen admired his painful appearance, curled his lips, not satisfied, so he raised his hand to signal the staff to continue playing.

Soon, the screen changed, and the following video made people even more unbearable to watch.

All they could see was a somewhat old-looking hand holding the control keys to control the current of the electric chair.

The person on the electric chair trembled all over and burst into tears. He seemed to be screaming, but at the same time he seemed to be calling for help.

At that moment, Ling Feng stood up abruptly, and when the chair fell to the ground, there was a heart-shattering loud noise.

***

Chu Yan was led by Shi Anhe to sit on the electric chair.

As soon as he sat down, the shackles on the electric chair automatically nailed him tightly, unable to move an inch, and even his neck was stuck, which was extremely unfriendly to patients with cervical spondylosis.

Before he could ask aloud, soon, his eyes were covered with a black cloth.

Chu Yan finally sensed the danger and tried hard to struggle.

But Shi Anhe said something into his ear: "Brother, don't be nervous, cooperate."

Then, he said something to the steward, is the paint ready?

The steward said, "Don't question my professional ability."

Chu Yan: "?"

Shi Anhe patted Chu Yan's face, and said to him, "Honey, pretend to be scared, and imagine us as sinners!"

Chu Yan felt inexplicable, so he grinned.

Shi Anhe hated that iron can't be made into steel, so he brought out his trump card: "If you don't pretend enough, we can only use real means to scare you."

Chu Yan: "..."

Soon, he performed a series of expressions such as pale, trembling, and terrified.

Well, after all, doing too much is proficient.

Shi Anhe nodded in satisfaction, then turned around and said to the steward, "It's time to paint."

The blood that looked extraordinarily real was smeared on Chu Yan's face, corners of his mouth, neck, and arms in an extremely fine manner, without falling. The purpose was to highlight his misery, his pity, and his fragility.

The steward is very good at painting, not muddled, not scribbled, every position is painted just right, people can feel a kind of abusive beauty, just looking at it makes people feel extremely heartbroken.

Of course, this has something to do with Chu Yan's own good looks.

In short, Shi Anhe gave the manager a very straightforward thumbs up.

The steward is also very satisfied with his masterpiece.

So they started to pose for a photo shoot, Shi Anhe was in charge of filming, and the steward was in charge of playing the villain who tortured Chu Yan.

The steward said to Chu Yan who was "soaked in blood": "Your physical body has been severely tortured by us now, that is to say, you almost don't even have the strength to breathe now, how do you say that word. Qi Ruoyousi! Yes, Qiruoyousi! Use your acting skills and state to interpret this play for us!"

Chu Yan: "..."

Shi Anhe was even more outrageous, and directly shouted from the opposite side: "The hostage is tortured, the first scene, the first shot, action!"

At this moment, Chu Yan probably understood what they wanted to do.

This is to send a deterrent video to the empire.

I didn't expect, I didn't expect that this kind of video would use such a method to inject water and fake it.

Chu Yan understood, and immediately lowered his head, opened his thin lips and breathed weakly, seeing the breathing state of more in and less out, it really perfectly explained what it means to be breathless.

At this time, Shi Anhe felt that something was missing, so he asked the steward to increase the temperature in the room.

The manager didn't know why, but he felt that these young people had more ideas than himself, so he helped to turn on the air conditioner.

At this time, Shi Anhe poured a glass of warm water from the bottle, and explained to the people present in a serious manner: "According to my years of experience in drama books, after being tortured, the person would usually faint because he couldn't bear it. This time is more gentle." The best way is to make him just pass out, and the more brutal way is to pour a basin of cold water on his head, force him to wake up, and then bear the next wave of beatings consciously."

The steward realized it instantly, and said excitedly, "What do you mean!"

Shi Anhe nodded with a smile.

So, the next moment, a glass of water was poured on Chu Yanjiu's head, which was neither cold nor hot, and the temperature was comfortable.

A drop of water rubbed against the corner of his eye, and Chu Yan blinked involuntarily.

Shi Anhe clapped his hands and said excitedly: "That's right, that's the effect I want!"

The steward also thought it was interesting, and Shi Anhe stopped being polite, patted him on the shoulder vigorously, and asked, "Young man, no, Director Shi! What do you think we can do next?"

Chu Yan: "..."

Speechless every year, especially today.

***

late at night.

Ling Feng returned to the empire, to the room where Chu Yan once lived.

The negotiations between him and Jun Buchen ended unhappy.

Moreover, he also saw such a miserable side of Chu Yan.

God knows those scenes, how he clenched his fists, and how much stamina he spent to watch them all.

After Chu Yan left the empire, did he actually suffer that kind of treatment in the federation?

Did Chu Yan suffer so much before he knew it?

He leaned against the door in pain, slipped to the ground little by little, covered his eyes with his palms, and tears flowed silently from the corners of his eyes.