The forced demolition of households through Shenwen

Seeing so many prisoners in the second district at once, the psychological pressure is really not a little bit.

Gu Dong even saw Kerui inside, the prisoner in red whose nose was broken by himself a year ago.

"Baby, it's a pity that Bemis has taken a fancy to you." Corey shook his head regretfully, and pushed Gu Dong in after the door was opened from the inside.

Al hugged him tightly, his slender arms tightened tightly around Gu Dong's neck.

Caught off guard by someone's shortcoming, Gu Dong tremblingly raised his hand and grabbed the restraint around his neck in the suffocation of Mi Ding, trying to make the other party back away with all his strength.

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible, but the arms around his neck became tighter and tighter. Gu Dong's throat was so oppressed that he couldn't make a sound, and his face turned abnormally red due to lack of oxygen.

Gu Dong tried his best, but he couldn't get rid of the other party's arm tightly around his neck.

The red-clothed prisoners surrounded the two of them, uttering obscene and obscene words.

From time to time, piercing laughter erupted from the crowd, and a few people even knelt down to help hold Gu Dong's struggling legs, in order to relieve Al's burden.

Wanting to subdue this tough prison guard, even Al didn't dare to relax a bit.

Due to prolonged suffocation, Gu Dong's limbs gradually became numb, what he saw in his eyes was a hazy red, there were noisy sounds in his ears, and his brain fell into a state of chaos.

It wasn't until the shackles on his throat were loosened that Gu Dong seemed to come alive and took a deep breath. He was thrown back into the fish tank suddenly like a fish out of water. His whole body was shaking like a spasm, his mouth was wide open, panting Breathing wildly, he sucked in the fresh air around him.

Before he could fully recover, there was another weight on his stomach, as if he wanted to press out the air he had just sucked in.

Al sat on his stomach, and his slender hands touched Gu Dong's neckline along the straight fabric, and with his fingers, he flicked off the tightly buttoned buttons one by one, gradually revealing the white shirt inside.

"Go away!" Sensing the other party's intentions, Gu Dong roared in a hoarse voice, and then began to struggle desperately.

"Still have the strength?" Al groped his hand under Gu Dong's shirt, pinched a fruit and twisted it hard.

Gu Dong let out a moan from his throat, turned his body sideways and curled up like a shrimp, the corners of his eyes were wet with cold sweat oozing from his skin, like tears from his fragility.

Al straightened his body little by little, pulled his hand, and a few buttons on the top of the shirt fell apart, revealing the sexy collarbone and the looming strong muscles on his chest.

Gu Dong tilted his head, his chest heaved violently, and let Al's cold hands caress and knead his upper body erotically.

Al put his head close to his face, his blue eyes were like snakes in the deep sea, staring at him coldly, but he uttered extremely gentle words, "Why do good children always get candies? Because they are obedient."

Gu Dong's face turned black all of a sudden, he clenched his hands tightly, and his jaw was bitten so loudly.

Al smiled and sat back a little, reached out and began to undo the belt around his waist.

Gu Dong's hands and feet were firmly held down by the red-clothed prisoners around him, and Al kept paying attention to him. As long as there was even a slight muscle tension, Al would raise his head and stare at him with those cold eyes. If you dare to make a move, you will be crippled.

Now the mission has finally improved a bit. If he is beaten into a coma for another year, the hero’s strength will improve by leaps and bounds, and it will become more and more difficult to control. The mission will become very difficult. He is likely to stay in this prison. A lifetime, or that Lao Shizi's ten tortures will suddenly come to him one day.

Whether to resist or not to resist, no matter what kind of consequences he wants to accept.

What should I do?

Gu Dong stared at the ceiling anxiously, but his mind miraculously calmed down at this moment. He looked over Al Jin's head and saw the wall clock on the wall, which showed that it was four o'clock in the afternoon. Lu Mingzhe would occasionally choose this time to visit Here, when he came here, he liked to sit on the single sofa near the window, leaning his body to look at the scenery outside the window, sometimes sitting for a whole day without speaking.

The two of them wouldn't be embarrassed. Gu Dong lowered his head and sorted out the various matters reported by the prison guards on duty, while he lay on the sofa and closed his eyes to think about things...

Gu Dong never wished so much for the hero to appear again!

It wasn't until Al ripped off his pants that he realized the urgency of the matter, put aside the miscellaneous ideas in his mind, and began to struggle instinctively. Several red-clothed prisoners were suddenly thrown off by him. to the edge.

Gu Dong freed his hands and was about to get up when he was hit in the stomach with a heavy punch.

Al stared at him coldly, grabbing the only fig leaf on his body and about to tear it off.

Gu Dong endured the excruciating pain in his stomach, stretched out his hands and held on to his briefs, looked at Al, and said in a pleading tone for the first time, "Let them go out..."

The red-clothed prisoners around whistled, sticky eyes lingered on him, and a series of ugly laughter developed from their mouths, as if mocking his superfluous shame.

Seeing the forbearance of humiliation on the man's face, Al's heart that had made up his mind to severely punish the other party softened inexplicably. He glanced at the people around him. Although the prisoners in red were reluctant, they still obeyed. Following Al's wishes, he walked out step by step and turned his head three times. Corey, who was the last to go out, even thoughtfully closed the door for them.

It wasn't until the noisy voice outside the door gradually faded away that Gu Dong breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart finally fell back into his stomach.

"Let go of your hands." Al nodded his hand holding his pants, the meaning was self-evident.

Gu Dong grabbed it unmoved, his muscles tensed all over his body, like a leopard waiting for an opportunity.

Al snorted coldly, lowering the corners of his mouth as if mocking Gu Dong's overthinking.

Gu Dong's hand holding his trousers began to tremble, "Why are you holding on to me?"

"Why are you holding on to me?" Al asked back, he laughed, and stretched out his hands to pinch the tender flesh on Gu Dong's inner thigh, "You look at me very much like him, heh, the way you look at me during a fight That ruthlessness is exactly the same as his."

Gu Dong hissed, feeling the burning pain where he was pinched.

After the pain passed, he slowly recalled what Al had just said, and felt as if he had unearthed some incredible secret.

He guessed that something must have happened to Al during this year, otherwise why would he suddenly become so strange, completely out of sync with the elegant appearance he remembered.

'Do you dare to mess with this bloody plot? ' Gu Dong even had the leisure to complain about Dichlorvos.

[Host father, now is not the time to worry about the plot, right? qwq Please pay attention, your back door is about to fall, hey! 】

'Isn't that what you expected? '

oh!leak!The legendary topist actually compromised like this?Shouldn't they seek life and death, plus cry, make trouble, hang themselves and vow to die to keep the chastity of the concubine?

'A good-looking person can be forgiven for anything he does. Gu Dong answered the system's questions with a smile.

For such a pure and unpretentious host, Dichlorvos only has four words, [Spicy chicken daddy! 】

Gu Dong raised his eyebrows at the system, but his hands holding his pants tightened even more.

Al frowned, and stretched out his hand directly, wanting to use brute force to tear the mask off.

However, Gu Dong seemed to have figured out that the other party would do this. He suddenly let go, and his underwear was lightly grasped. Al also fell backwards due to the effect of inertia, and most of the suppressing force was relieved.

Gu Dong took the opportunity to move back and didn't stop until his back touched the cold wood. He hid his hands behind his back and secretly held the chair.

Al threw the panties in his hand to the ground, and leaned over to press down on Gu Dong's naked body.

Gu Dong obediently fell back, and at the same time picked up the chair and slammed it hard at Al's leaning body.

Under the heavy impact, the chair was torn apart, Al's blond hair was gradually stained red with blood, and his blue eyes were distracted for a moment, before refocusing.

He looked at Gu Dong with strange eyes, as if he was looking at other people through him. The blood flowed more and more, gradually covering half of his face. He smiled, with a hint of madness in the corner of his mouth, "You How much do you want to die?"

"I'll let you go down to accompany him." Al stood up and approached slowly, "Yue Ze, you go down to accompany him, he should be lonely."

Gu Dong saw the two-finger-thick wooden thorn pinched in Al's hand, saying that he was not afraid would be a lie, toothbrush and chopsticks can still kill people, not to mention Al's terrifying power, he can even imagine Al using that inconspicuous stick The scene where the wooden thorn pierces his neck

Seeing Gu Dongqiang retreating calmly, Al's eyes froze for a moment, and he rushed over suddenly.

Gu Dong dodged to the side, but unexpectedly fell into Al's arms, and was thrown to the ground by him.

Gu Dong's eyes widened, and just as he was about to reach out his hand to block the falling wooden thorn, he heard a muffled bang, and his suppressed body suddenly lost all strength, and fell limply to the side.

Lu Mingzhe stood in front of him, holding a bloody shovel in his hand.

Gu Dong got up and looked at Al who was lying in a pool of blood with lingering fear.What he can be sure of is that if the hero does not show up, he will definitely die today.

Seeing Gu Dong's appearance, Lu Mingzhe lowered his head unnaturally, squatted on the ground, picked up the scattered clothes and threw them over, "Put it on, be careful not to catch a cold."

Only then did Gu Dong feel that it was chilly below him, so he quickly took the clothes and put them on quickly.

He looked at the male protagonist who was frowning and didn't know what he was thinking, and then at Al who was lying motionless in a pool of blood, feeling that everything that happened in front of him was a bit unreal.

'The world's bugs just hang up like this? wtf? ! '

Dichlorvos: [Host father, you must know that the protagonist's aura represents everything, as long as the male protagonist takes action, then everything is possible! 】

Gu Dong's head is full of black lines, that's right, in this kind of weird novel just for fun, even if the male protagonist suddenly grows three penises on a certain day, he shouldn't think it's miraculous.

[Should accept it calmly with pouting] The god of dichlorvos who is not yet a child makes up the sword.

Gu Dong sneered, "...a pure system, so pure. '

Didivo shyly fought back, 【Don't praise me like that, I don't know anything yet】

Gu Dong didn't want to say anything anymore, he saw the hero squatting down and tried Al's breathing, his frowning eyebrows seemed to relax a little.

"Still angry."