Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

In the night, Wu Zhihan was dying by their tossing, even breathing for a short time.

Not only the prisoners in this cell, but even the prisoners in other cells managed to get the guards done with just a few cigarettes. They came to this cell and followed them to Wu Zhihan's vent.

After being locked up for so many years, I have to forget what **** is. Let alone an old woman who has been ruined by many people, even a mother, they want to go too.

What's more, even though Wu Zhihan's face was injured, his body and skin were well maintained.

If you enter here, you are entering the wolf den.

At this moment, the night is already late.

The whole prison is very quiet, especially this cell. After those people ate and drank enough, they went to bed early. Wu Zhihan, who was left alone and still naked, was still lying on the dirty floor, completely ignored. Her life and death.

Wu Zhihan was full of despair, and had no desire to live.

Because she knew that no one would come to rescue her, her only end was to be killed by these disgusting beasts.

She Wu Zhihan was born golden, and she was born with a golden spoon. She was respected by others for half of her life. She could not bear such an insulting method of death.

Wu Zhihan slowly opened her eyes. She looked at the dim cell, and her eyes gradually became cold and dimmed. She slowly opened her mouth, exhausted all her strength, and bit her tongue with one bite. The blood filled her mouth instantly. .

Despair filled her. She almost didn't hesitate, and she didn't know where the strength and courage came from. She bit half of her tongue abruptly in her mouth, and the blood slowly flowed from the corners of her mouth. The more flow...

The unbearable pain tied her nerves together, Wu Zhihan was trembling with pain, rolled his eyes, but he didn't even have the strength to scream...

Wu Zhihan's consciousness slowly faded, and there was only one strong thought in his mind: even if she died, she would turn into a ghost, and drag everyone here to hell.

In the dark cell, no one noticed Wu Zhihan who bit his tongue and committed suicide.

In the cell, all kinds of malaise and unpleasant smells were mixed together, and now with the smell of blood, it made the smell even more vomiting, but it still did not attract the attention of those people.

Wu Zhihan's body slowly cooled down, and the moonlight shone from the only small window that approached the ceiling.

It happened to be under Wu Zhihan's messy hair, which was full of bruises and gradually turned pale.

She stared at the unfocused eyes, staring at the front of nothingness. Under the faint light of the moonlight, this stark look was really scary, and everything around her became a little weird.

A ray of black air that didn't know where it came from floated in from the small window, headed towards Wu Zhihan on the ground, and finally penetrated through the tip of her nose...

Wu Zhihan's death was discovered by an inspecting prison guard at night.

Wu Zhihan bit his tongue and committed suicide, with a look of unsatisfaction that shocked all the prisoners in the cell who had seen more life and death.

And thinking that the person who used to vent his desires today is dead, I suddenly feel uncomfortable.

All of them cursed bad luck and told the prison guards to quickly throw the body to the cremation field.

Several prison guards randomly found a piece of clothing, wrapped Wu Zhihan's cold body, and turned it over.

As soon as they turned it over, the prisoners who were looking around reflexively stepped back a few steps, not daring to look at Wu Zhihan's face anymore, always feeling that her open eyes were looking at them...