north of the north

Paradise for one, hell for the other.Laughter and cry have never been more compatible than today.Chang Wuyong saw the woman being dragged out, the soldier skillfully took off her pants, easily pushed her to the ground, untied his belt with one hand, and took off her obscene pants with the other.The woman who was pressed was struggling desperately, but was slapped several times so hard that she became dizzy.

Chang Wuyong held his arm tightly with both hands, froze there and did not dare to move.

But soon, a soldier came towards her.Before she could react, she was dragged out.When being dragged along, the vision of the whole person is upside down, and the biggest feeling is helplessness.Her body couldn't be controlled by herself, and her hand felt tearing pain from being lifted abruptly.She wanted to struggle, but found that the opponent's strength was terrifying.The withered grass ruthlessly hung over her cheeks, and Chang Wu was dragged to a corner of the wall.

Chang Wuyong felt tears pouring out uncontrollably, she didn't scream, she gritted her teeth fiercely.Chang Wuyong only possesses some basic magic power of scroll attendant, but if he wants to take his own life, he can still do it.But, no, she thought, she couldn't die, she held her left hand tightly.There, there is a small and exquisite dial with a scale of 1-100 engraved on that dial.This is a black dial with only a white pointer on it, which is pointing to the 97 position.

The soldier had an ordinary face, but it was terribly distorted at this moment, and he couldn't wait to untie his belt.Chang Wuyong bit her lip and backed away, and she hit the wall again.The soldier chuckled, showing his yellow and rotten teeth. As soon as he grabbed the useless clothes, he was about to take off her trousers.

She was going to move that pointer to 100, which she had promised Abbott.No, this is what she wants to do, to make Freya qualified to live in this world, to let her live happily.

Chang Wuyou's resistance did not hinder his movement at all, and Chang Wuyou felt a big hand touching her belt from knee to thigh.The touch was as disgusting as a poisonous snake swimming away. Chang Wuyou waved her hand desperately, and she was slapped severely.

Chang Wuyou thought of Freya's affectionate blue eyes.

Immediately, her belt was untied.

I will save her, no matter what happens to me, I will save her.Often useless tears trickled down from the corners of his eyes.

The soldier's body rushed over.

Chang Wuyong was suddenly pulled, and the soldier ran away.

He looked disapprovingly at the useless man, who was another soldier. "Give this to me." The soldier said, he was obviously much stronger than the soldier just now.His eyes were fixed on Changfu's chest, and he stretched out his hand to take off Changwu's clothes.

"No, I saw this first." The thinner soldier angrily pushed the stronger soldier.

"Do you dare to snatch me?" The strong soldier punched him.

Taking advantage of the fight between the two, he quietly pushed Chang Wuyong to the right, and then he was about to undress Chang Wuyong's clothes.But the two who fought did not relax their vigilance towards this side. The two of them looked at each other and decided to fight the third person together first.

Chang Wuyong looked at the fighting soldiers strangely, she regained her composure, moved her ears, and decided to create some confusion for them.

"Mouse!" a man yelled, clutching his thigh.

The women screamed.

"Where?" For a while, everyone quickly covered their breasts.

The whole cell was in chaos.

The woman's scream, the rat's squeak, and the man's roar all became a mess.

"What are you arguing about?" A voice growled impatiently. It was the man who was copying something with a quill pen. He rubbed his forehead and still held the quill pen in his hand.

The soldiers clamored to explain the situation to him.

"How many times have I told you to take it to the break room so the rats don't eat your dicks so easily!" growled the man.

"As for robbing people, won't you come one by one?" He looked very annoyed.

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand in disgust, turned and left.

"I'll come first." The strong soldier said viciously, and he shook his fist.

Several others had to agree.

There was no other way, Chang Wuyong was in despair, she watched helplessly as the hands pushed aside her robe and reached for the linen singlet inside.

Chang Wuyong suddenly regretted why he didn't give Freya the first experience earlier.

"Hey, don't touch that woman." The person holding the quill came back suddenly. He pointed at Chang Wuwei with the end of the pen, "It was brought back by Mr. Batu. I don't know why."

Chang Wuyong suddenly felt that he had survived the catastrophe.

After speaking, he was ready to leave.

Chang Wuyong saw that the strong soldier had taken off his pants, and there was a kind of desperate anger in his eyes.

Worse!

"Hey." The quill man turned around again, looked at Chang Wuyong irritably, and said, "You come to my room first."

A group of soldiers were immediately discouraged.

Chang Wuyong straightened his coat, passed through a group of men and women who were lying on the ground again, and followed the man with the quill.The screams and cries, the smell of blood and worse, were temporarily left behind.

Chang Wuyong didn't know what this man who seemed to be the officer told her to go there, but he didn't seem to have any "sexuality".

He brought Chang Wuyong into the room, ignored her, and hurriedly began to copy the parchment.

After standing for a long time, often useless legs began to ache.But she feels great now, and she doesn't want to go back to the hell on earth just now.The oil in the wick gradually burned to the bottom, and the man yawned.He rubbed his eyes, but he didn't want to rest. He started cursing in a low voice: "Those lunatics who studied engraving, why did you give me, the chief guard, the task of transcribing scrolls?"

After much difficulty, he finally finished transcribing a volume.He stretched his waist, glanced at Chang to no avail, and said, "Help me get the volume of "12-year-old Girl's Engraving Experiment Volume 429" behind you."

Chang Wuyong looked at the bookshelf behind her, and she found it was not far above, so she reached out to get it.

"Ah." The man slapped his forehead, and he added, "That's the one with the red cloth..."

Chang Wuyong suddenly realized that the man behind him had no voice. He stared blankly at the "12-year-old Girl Engraving Experiment Volume 96" that Chang Wuyong had already held in his hand. After a while, he asked in surprise, "Are you literate?"

"Yes, my lord." Chang Wuyou replied.

"Great." The man couldn't help but smile.

"Come, come, come and copy for me." He hurriedly pulled Chang Wuyong to sit on his chair.

Chang Wuyong looked at the scroll in front of him with some hesitation. She is a prisoner who rashly touches this kind of secret...

"Don't worry!" The man waved his hand, "You know every word written by the people in the engraving research team, but you will never understand what it means when you connect them together."

"Just help them transcribe it on time." The man yawned big.

"Yes, my lord." Chang Wuyou replied.

The man put a stack of scrolls from the bookshelf in front of Chang Wuyong, and he said to Chang Wuyong, "Give it to me tomorrow morning, no problem."

Looking at the thick stack of scrolls, Chang Wuyu could only answer: "No problem, my lord."

The man opened the side door of the room and went to sleep, and after a while, his snoring came.

Chang Wuyou opened the scroll and started to read. As she read more and more, she could feel a chill creeping over her.

She glanced at the curly tail, which said, engraving result: No. 192, 12 years old, engraving failed, died.

She hurriedly opened the next volume, and swept to the end of the volume, which read, engraving result: No. 267, 17 years old, engraving failed, died.

No. 145, 20 years old, failed to engrave and died.

Engraving failed, death.

Engraving failed, death.

Chang Wuyong discovered that all the people who were engraved were women, and the result of all engravings was death.

death.

death.

death.

She suddenly knew that the prisoners, apart from venting their sexual desires, what their real purpose was.