Survivor [Doom]

Yang Qi woke up in bursts of pain—perhaps it would be too easy to use the word "pain" lightly. In fact, this pain is no less than the flesh of your leg being cut off alive, and it is Slowly gouge out piece by piece, and every knife rubs heavily against your bones.

And this kind of pain, he experiences it almost every day.

Lying on the bed with eyes closed, as a human being, he instinctively wanted to hug his leg, but he couldn't, what if he was afraid that he would break his leg bone if he exerted himself too hard?It might be ridiculous to say this to others, but in fact, in his own opinion, there is only a touch of sadness left.

In fact, there is no need for him to be too pessimistic, he will not die, he knows, no matter what form he lives in.

"City... City Lord." Someone knocked on the door, and a little girl stood timidly at the door, holding a tray in her hand. Seeing the timid expression on her face, Yang Qi felt like an earth emperor.

"Come in." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although he felt a little strange in his heart, he had to say that he was very happy psychologically after getting rid of the physical pain at this moment. After all, it was something he had been looking forward to for a long time. Finally got what he deserved at this moment.He is now the lord of the city, and he is now in charge of a base of tens of thousands of people. The life and death of tens of thousands of people are all under his orders-just thinking about this picture makes him tremble with excitement from the depths of his soul.

"Help me up." He stretched out his hand, and quietly covered his bones with his trousers. Now, no one should know his physical condition, otherwise he would definitely be called a monster, even though he really has nothing to do with the monster now. how much difference.

The little girl was thin and thin, but she was still strong. She put down the tray and put her hands under his armpits, and helped him onto the wheelchair with a single effort.

"How is that man now?" he asked.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across the little girl's face, and she whispered: "City Master, that person still refuses to say anything, and he doesn't want others to approach him. If it wasn't for the trap in the hut that day, we would... be trapped... and couldn't trap him." " She originally thought that Yang Qi would be angry and fly into a rage. After all, although the former "Assistant Yang" only sat in the position of the city lord for a few days, he had a strong temper and often beat and scolded her at every turn. Not for those few extra steamed buns and luncheon meat, who wants to take care of a useless person?It's not the feudal era anymore, how could someone willingly serve as a slave?

As for that person... The little girl thought about it, and the appearance of that person appeared in her mind. When she saw him, he was covered in blood, maybe there was still sweat?His hair and face were all wet, and he was locked in an iron cage. Speaking of which, the light in the house was very dim, and the little girl didn't see his face clearly, but she noticed his gaze, which was firm and with A sharpness that frightens the enemy.

But... that person might die soon... The little girl lowered her eyes, but he refused to give in, so the city lord could only force him to do an experiment, and it was said that he hadn't eaten for several days.

Eating... The little girl's eyes inadvertently glanced at the half-packed bag of bread on the small cabinet next to the bed. The plate is very large, and there are two unopened bread inside. The sweet bread... This is only the city lord can eat The little girl never took her eyes off the bread. When was the last time she ate bread?When she was still in junior high school, she accompanied her mother to the supermarket, even if she was looking at the freshly baked bread, she didn’t feel like eating it, but today, a few years later, she can only depend on her younger sister, and even eating a piece of bread is not enough. extravagant hope...

"What are you looking at?" Yang Qi's sinister voice came over, and the little girl trembled in fright, "No, it's nothing, I was just wondering if the city lord had dinner today." She thought she was covering up well, and Yang Qi finally I hate others coveting her things. To be precise, they are not coveting his things, but what he thinks are his things. There was a time before that she secretly lay down on the city lord's soft quilt, just for a while, for about five seconds. It turned out that Yang Qi, who came back later, found the folds on the bed sheet and beat her severely. Now she still has scars on her arms, and sometimes her bones hurt when she thinks about it.

Yang Qi's back was facing her, and she didn't notice that she was peeking at the bread, "Let's go." He slid the wheelchair and went forward first, the little girl gritted her teeth, and finally bravely touched a piece of bread and put it in her pocket inside.

……

Qichuan looked coldly at the people outside the iron cage.

Among these people, there are Chen Ke, and many people in white coats, people he doesn't know, surrounded by Yang Qi in a wheelchair, followed by a young girl who doesn't look too old .

"Qi Chuan." Several days of training had exhausted Yang Qi's patience, he thought it would be good to be able to talk to Qi Chuan calmly, did he really understand? !There is no time left!The ossification of his legs was getting worse and worse, and even when he brushed his teeth in the morning, he could inadvertently fall out a completely decayed tooth.

He was fully aware that he was about to die, he had just become the lord of the city, he had just obtained what he had worked so hard for, and he was about to die before he could enjoy it.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh how can this happen!

"I won't cooperate with any of your intentions. Also, where is Chen Yingshi?" Qi Chuan was covered in blood now, and he was just sitting on the ground. There was a large pool of blackened blood beside him, compared with him outside the iron cage. The group of people were clean and tidy in their clothes, but for no reason, they were weaker than him in terms of momentum.

"Chen Yingshi? You mean the lieutenant colonel?" Yang Qi sullenly, leaning on the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands, seemed to want to stand up, but he failed in the end, "He's dead! He's dead!"