The invulnerability of fast wear

How does it feel to wake up and find yourself in a coffin?

Wu Xie was lucky enough to experience it.

At first, he just thought it was getting dark, so he lifted the thin quilt and planned to get up, but when he moved his hand, he heard the sound of metal shattering, and when he moved again, his forehead slammed against the wooden board.

Then the system told him that he is now in a coffin.

Wu Xie: WTF? ? ?

The dizzy man had to lie down again, and soon he began to worry about the oxygen content in the coffin. After a moment of silence, he began to frantically push the coffin board above his head.

The scary thing is that this coffin seems to have been nailed to death from the outside. No matter how much he punched and kicked, even using physics to borrow force to a certain extent, he failed to break the coffin, but let him listen to it. There was a "bang" sound, probably because the coffin was kicked out of place by his excessive force during the pushing and beating.

When he took a deep breath of the thin oxygen in the coffin, the system finally sympathetically prompted:

"Host, there are air outlets on the left and right wings of the coffin. The host's current oxygen consumption frequency is 30g/min. According to the current oxygen content in the coffin, it is enough for the host to survive for more than 10 days."

"...Then why didn't you say it just now?"

"Because the male lead is outside." The system paused, "This is more real."

Wu Xie: "..." For the sake of OOC value, he admitted it.

But when he thought about it again, he suddenly felt horrified—crucified his enemy in the coffin, but left him with air vents on the left and right wings, allowing him to kick and beat him in the coffin, while he stood outside without saying a word Looking at him intently... What did Yan Song want to do? Could it be that he thought it would be too cheap to kill him directly, and planned to kill him by other means? !

During this period of time, Wu Xie, who had almost synchronized with the abnormal brain circuit, was trembling with fright from the brain tonic, but he quickly calmed down, remembering the unfinished customs clearance requirements, and took the time to check the progress value first.

Mission props: Xie Zhiwei's Bone Whistle (unfinished)

The host needs to complete important events:

1. Pollution Yan Song (Completed)

2. Fake death in front of Xie Zhiwei (0%)

3. Wake up Yan Song (0%)

"Wait." After reading the request, Wu Xie suddenly realized, "Is the current plot a bit wrong? Logically speaking, Yan Song should run away directly, then meet Xie Zhiwei, and with Xie Zhiwei's help, he was brought back to Jade Dragon Villa, and I At this time, you should be making soy sauce in Qingxi Valley, why did you appear here?!"

"It's all the host's problem." The electronic voice of the system said in a straight line, "Due to personal reasons, the host caused the OOC value to be on the verge of collapse twice, and returned the skill for a year to the male lead."

"I think the OOC value has collapsed, but I'm afraid that he will be killed after repaying his skills for a year." Wu Xie frowned, "If this paragraph affects the plot, why is there no reminder?"

"Because the host's behavior conforms to the character's design, although it interferes with the plot, it is not against the rules, so there is no prompt." The system said, "All actions made by the host under the premise that the characters are not OOC will be recognized, and the consequences of plot deviations caused by this will be determined by The host is responsible for it."

"Then my customs clearance request cannot be completed?"

"No." The system said, "The requirements for customs clearance will not change. Please ask the host to reverse the way of solving the problem."

Wu Xie didn't understand the meaning of the system at first. He lay in the dark coffin, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly thought of another possibility:

"You mean, as long as you can meet the customs clearance requirements, it doesn't matter how the plot deviates?"

"Yes."

Wu Xie fell into deep thought.

The reason why he was kidnapped here by Yan Song was largely due to the two collapses of the OOC value. "It's like a piece of rotten meat covered under a white cloth", judging from the opening description, the means used by the original owner on Yan Song were extremely cruel - so that Yan Song escaped with only one breath. As for fleeing with his enemies, that is Don't even think about it.

On the other hand, he has worked hard to maintain his personality, no matter how good his acting skills are, he is still different from the original pervert, so that Yan Song is not afraid of him at all, and is so bold that he even has his ideas.

In addition, before he left, he told Bai Ze not to go to the Goose Feather House for a short time, originally to "teach" Yan Song that he would not be seen by others, but for some unknown reason, he became the one who was "taught"——suddenly He will never forget the feeling of being ripped open in his life.

Just thinking about how the hero escaped him and the system monitoring as a monster, Wu Xie suddenly heard the sound of being pulled away from directly above, and immediately a gust of refreshing wind rushed into the cramped coffin, and an ice-cold coffin Something tentatively pressed against his lips.

Judging from the thermal image, this is a long blue object, indicating that the object is lower than the average temperature in the room. He was thinking about what it was, when he felt a moist water gushing out of the object, flowing along the His pursed lips flowed to the loose hair, and finally wet the cloth cushioned in the coffin board.

With the character of "Wu Xie", he would definitely not drink this liquid of unknown origin.

Yan Song seemed to understand this very well, but still stubbornly poured water two more times, and seeing that he didn't touch a drop, he put away the cold pipe and closed the opening with a "swipe".

Judging from the strength, it seems that there is a little anger.

But immediately after, Wu Xie heard the sound of the coffin board being pried open—he was suddenly surprised. He thought that Yan Song was going to lock him up here, but he actually came to pry the coffin board himself. What kind of operation is this?

"Attention the host, it has been detected that the male protagonist has masked his appearance, the location is being updated, and the world map is being completed, please wait."

The sound of prying the coffin board and the "didi" sound of the system scanning sounded at the same time, and the competition was like a competition. Just when Wu Xie guessed which of the two sides was better, the thermal map suddenly lit up.

The coffin was opened.

The blindfolded man slowly sat up from the coffin, his limbs were bound by chains, his black shirt was lined, his complexion was paler than ordinary people, but he had a calm demeanor, as if he was not bound in the coffin, but sitting in the courtyard Before, listen to the flowers.

"Ding, the world map has been updated, the host's current location: Yulong Villa."

Sure enough.

Perhaps it was because the space became larger, Wu Xie was not as nervous as when he just woke up, although Yan Song pushed him into the coffin as soon as he came up, and tied him with seven large iron chains, but at least he was fed water He opened the coffin again, as if he wasn't in such a hurry to kill him—he couldn't escape now anyway, so he just wanted to see what Yan Song wanted to do.

"How is your son?"

The old voice came from the front, quickly attracting the man's attention - Wu Xie understood that Yan Song was going to play a game of "guess who I am" with him.

"Thank you for your help." The man showed a gentle smile and raised his hands in a bow, "I don't know where this place is, what's your name?"

Yan Song, who faintly noticed that his vest had fallen off, coughed:

"It's just a ruined temple, mere old man, his name is not worth mentioning, so you don't have to keep it in your heart."

"Really?" The man tilted his head slightly, and sighed softly, "I came here after waking up in the next sleep, and I don't know who was nailed in the coffin by some cruel person. If it wasn't for a noble person, I'm afraid I would die here."

Yan Song, the heartless person who made two air vents for the coffin, said, "...the old man is nothing more than a little effort."

"Since the nobleman has given you a helping hand, I shouldn't ask for more." The man put one hand on the coffin, and held the cold chain with the other, with a distressed tone, "It's just that the chain is really troublesome, and I hope you can help me." Untie it, in the future... there will be a big thank you."

Yan Song's expression changed, his eyes narrowed slightly:

"Oh? I don't know if there will be a big thank you."

The man pursed his thin lips in a sarcastic arc, and said coldly:

"How about thanking you with the antidote for heart-cracking Gu? Young Master Yan."

Yan Song's face darkened.

He pulled the mask on the bottom and threw it to the ground, and the black boots crushed it, and the mask turned into mud mixed with dust, and the utensils used to hold water were also knocked to the ground by him, making a loud noise.

Wu Xie's heart sank when he heard that, Yan Song's state of getting angry at the slightest disagreement is similar to the original owner's temperamental character who hits people casually.

"You already found out it was me." Yan Song approached step by step, and finally stood still in front of the man, "That's why you don't drink the water I gave you, right?"

"Young Master Yan thinks highly of himself." The man laughed, "Wu never drinks water poured by others."

As soon as the words fell, the chain that bound his right arm was suddenly pulled up, and Wu Xie had to stand up halfway. However, the chain was too short, and the other places that were tied were tightened instantly, and pressed into the flesh a little bit.

"Guzhu Wu." The young man also spoke with a smile, but he could clearly hear Sen Leng gritted his teeth, "I'm afraid you don't know where you are."

"Is there anything I don't know." The man faced the other person without dodging or evading, with the corners of his lips curled up in an unkind manner, his tone soft and low, like a lover whispering, "Young Master Yan, besides Jade Dragon Villa - you Where do you show off your prestige?"

Burned by the other party's hot breath, Yan Song was a little lost. He stared at the tall nose tip and light-colored lips exposed under the cover of the man's eyes, remembering the peaceful look on the other party's eyes when he closed his eyes, and suddenly lost interest in bickering with the other party. Instead, he touched the soft and cool lips of this man with his thumb, and his eyes darkened a little bit.

There's nothing to make a fuss about, this man is right in front of him, he won't go anywhere, he can't go anywhere - those pale and slender hands have been bound in chains, and he can't move him a bit, even if he If you are willing, this person can only be at his mercy, even if one day you get tired of listening to these barbed words, it's fine if you become dumb, it doesn't matter.

This person is going to be tortured for the rest of his life with him, there is no need to compete.

"Guzhu Wu." The young man suddenly softened his tone, and asked softly, "Do you want to manipulate Tiangang to cure your eye disease?"

Wu Xie was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly burst into a violent struggle like a cat whose tail has been stepped on. He even grabbed Yan Song's neckline and grabbed the soft throat in a flash. As long as he skillfully exerted force, he could crush Broken Yansong's neck bone.

"Shut up." The man said angrily.

Because of the blindness of the original owner, I don’t know how much suffering and disasters I have suffered since I was a child. Although I usually wear blindfolds to show that my eyes have problems, I don’t allow anyone to mention it. But if I mention it, I will go crazy and kill people. The worst thing is It is also necessary to abolish the other party's tongue, and never relent - the only case so far who has not been hurt by mentioning it is probably Xie Zhiwei, who really loves her.

"Master, what are you doing?" The young man uttered an unexpectedly respectful title, and his tone of intentional manipulation was horrifying, "Since the master wants to cultivate Zong Tiangang, I will definitely offer you both hands...just."

With a pain in his wrist, Wu Xie was easily pushed back to the coffin board by the other party. Even if he couldn't see him, he knew that the wrist that pinched the other party earlier must have been broken. Immediately afterwards, the other party's wide palm was brutally and quickly from the back of his neck. , slowly... touched the spine.

Wu Xie's eyelids twitched wildly, thinking something was wrong.

The sudden and cold tone combined with the shattered sound of unloading bones, amidst the heart-pounding screams, the young man who was lying on the man and inflicting violence became more and more excited and nervous:

"It's just that Zong Tiangang is only suitable for those who have no skills to cultivate. The master has always been kind, especially to himself... Now let Bai Potato do the work for the master... to share the worries."

The sound of bones being tossed and hammered crackled in the empty room, and the man's screams quickly fell, turning into trembling, suppressed panting and moaning. In an instant, his chest and back were wet with sweat all over his body. The young man laughed out loud, happy and satisfied.

The torture lasted for about two hours.

Wu Xie could no longer perceive the existence of his body.

The initial unprepared moment was so painful that he almost burst into tears. Fortunately, the system turned on the general anesthesia in time, which made him feel much better, but his expression of gritting his teeth and enduring the pain without saying a word was not completely fake.

Even though he was under general anesthesia, the dislocation of the bones when Yan Song unloaded him was still very strange, and there was still pain coming from all directions, but it was lowered from the childbirth level to the stomach pain level, which was still within the tolerable range.

Yan Song seemed to have sensed something too. After the last inch of muscle and bone had been unloaded, his maniacal laughter stopped suddenly, leaving only the panting reverberating in the empty room, both his and Wu Xie's.

After a moment of silence, he stroked the already red, swollen and uneven back, probably feeling the other person's subconscious twitching, and he began to set the bone in silence, even his movements changed from wild and unruly to cautious.

His back suddenly became cold and wet. Wu Xie thought it was sweat at first, but when Yan Song choked up and pulled his face to cover his eyes, holding his face in both hands and began to apologize, he realized that it was Yan Song's. tears.

"I'm sorry...Master, I'm sorry...Sweet Potato didn't do it on purpose, I didn't do it on purpose..." Yan Song looked at the man's half-drooped eyelids, at the flushed wetness on the eyelashes, tears flowed more and more, so many even It doesn't look like my own, "Wu Xie, don't blame me... Are you still in pain? Talk to me, don't ignore me... I was wrong, I was wrong... Open your eyes and see if I am okay, please It's okay to scold me, just don't ignore me..."

The man's eyelashes trembled, and his dull eyes gradually opened from a black arc, turning into a long and narrow pool of bright moon.

Yan Song immediately held his breath, and was stunned as if he had been captured, and there was still a faint sobbing sound in his throat, but he forgot to cry.

This was the first time he saw Wu Xie's pupils.

Although there is no focal length, as long as the angle is adjusted slightly, it will give people the illusion of being stared at intently - but two ink colors are enough to reflect the mountains, rivers, vegetation, and the world.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he had made a mistake in judging the man's appearance. A word floated out of his mind inappropriately, and he held it on the tip of his tongue for a long time before it became a coherent sentence.

"Ah Xie, you are so bright."

This person is ordinary when he closes his eyes, but once he opens his eyes, he sees the sky is high and the clouds are vast, and the moon is bright and bright.

And Wu Xie couldn't answer a word - he was too tired.

So those pupils that hadn't had time to appreciate them closed, and Yan Song didn't dare to do anything else. He just leaned over and kissed him lightly at the corner of his eyes with tears in his eyes, and then put him in the coffin. went in.

Wu Xie didn't know about it.

All he knew was that Yan Song seemed to want to turn him into a Stockholm Syndrome patient too, and he was about to start psychological counseling again.