Fast Transmigration: Almighty Hang Force

The colorful and rich murals are all over the corridor, and the medieval religious oil paintings are painted on the dome more than ten meters high. This seems to be a space isolated from the outside world, so quiet that you can hear the echo of your feet on the ground.

Walking out of a whole corridor, the vision suddenly opened up. This is a huge European-style restaurant. There is only one dining table in the center of the entire space, with delicacies, candlesticks and flowers on it, and His Excellency the President is sitting on the high On the back chair, he raised his glass to Fang Yizhen: "Professor, sit down quickly, the food is getting cold."

Fang Yizhen sat down, glanced at the delicacies on the table, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Your Excellency, I still have other affairs. If you have anything to explain, you can just say it."

The president slowly put down the wine glass, and the bright red liquid in the glass rippled, reflecting his fat face, showing a hint of obscenity.After removing the cover, his eyes showed the most direct confusion: "Professor Jiang, if I remember correctly, you are already in your 30s, right? Tsk... It is obviously an embarrassing age where wrinkles have already begun. How do you look at it?" You look so young? If you say you are only in your 20s, no one will doubt it? ——Look at this white and tender skin, let me pinch it to see if I can squeeze out water..."

Fang Yizhen turned her face away, avoiding the hand that he couldn't wait to reach out: "It seems that the president has nothing important to do, so I won't bother you."

He stood up, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a hint of hunger and ruthlessness in the eyes of the president who had failed a move, and suddenly an ominous premonition flashed in his heart. The next second, he felt that the world in front of him began to twist and twist, and his whole body His strength seemed to be taken away all at once, and he staggered twice before holding onto the table to stand firm.

There is no one else here except him and the president. Could it be that the president is...

The president wiped his fingers with a napkin, then stood up unhurriedly, walked up to Fang Yizhen, clasped his chin tightly with two fingers, and turned his face away: "Let me take a good look ... You guessed it right. Although I advertised that I have no supernatural powers, I am actually a psychic supernatural power user. Otherwise, how could I control so many ignorant human beings who are ready to move and try to resist? As long as I can control them, all of these It's very simple, the whole world can be in my hands - including you, professor."

The president's fat and fleshy face moved closer, patted Yizhen's face below, and said in a slightly affectionate tone: "Professor, you'd better pray that I can get tired of you soon, otherwise, you Be my confinement forever."

※The author is actually a freshman※

When Fang Yizhen woke up, she felt that all her clothes had been stripped off, except for a thin quilt covering her waist and abdomen.His bare skin was exposed to the cold air, and his hairs stood on end. Just as he was about to sit up, he felt the restraint from his wrists and ankles. When he turned his head, he saw that they were iron shackles.

Damn, with such a big game, this damn president doesn't have any unspeakable hobbies, does he? !He only thought of him as an ordinary pervert, he didn't expect this guy to hide so deeply, now his hands and feet are handcuffed, and he really can't think of a way to get out.

Fortunately, these ordinary data streams can't cause him any harm, Fang Yizhen has no worries or fears other than feeling embarrassed and ashamed.He only hoped that the telepathy between him and Jiang Ting could be stronger, after all, it's not a big deal to hang out the meat all the time.

The room was dark, and with a snap, the floor lamp by the bed was turned on, and a dim yellow light shone down, illuminating half of the bed.The president sat on the edge of the bed, his naked eyes swept over his body every inch, with a kind of creepy fanaticism and admiration. After a while, he opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a needle, and then Unscrewed a glass vial, and extracted a tube of transparent liquid from it.

Fang Yizhen stared at the needle tip glowing with cold light, and some unbearable memory came back to his mind again, and he felt trembling in his heart: "What are you going to do? What is this?"

"It's something that makes you happy." The president flicked the needle with his fingers: "Come on."

Come to your mother!Fang Yizhen struggled, but the range of movement of his hand was extremely small, even the skin on his wrist could not stop the cold needle tip from gradually approaching the blood vessel on his forearm.

"Stop! If you dare to call me such an unknown ghost, I will make you hungry!"

The president squinted at him and reassured, "Don't struggle, professor, baby, I can give you all you want, so hold on—you'll be happy, trust me."

A slight tingling sensation was transmitted from the tense forearm to the brain, and the cold liquid was injected into the blood vessel, like an invisible electric current, climbing all the way to the excitement center of the cerebral cortex. Fang Yizhen had no time to react and control, mouth Li had already subconsciously let out a soft sigh.

The president smiled: "Look, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

The liquid was like some kind of venom, it flowed all over the body in an instant, uncontrollably, all the muscles began to tense and contract, and the skin emitted high heat.The madness in the president's eyes was even hotter. He almost couldn't wait to take off his clothes and climbed onto the big bed like a huge meat ball.

"Baby...you are so beautiful, you look good in everything, can you see, your skin has turned pink..."

The effect of the medicine was so strong that Fang Yizhen's consciousness was already a little chaotic, but he calmed down strangely: "Did you consider the consequences when you did this kind of thing? Although your ability is high-level, but Compared with Jiang Ting, it is not even one percent, and if I want to take revenge on you, it will definitely make you more painful than death."

As if hearing some joke, the president grinned and let out a strange laugh: "—Is your good son, Jiang Ting?"

His tone was a bit strange, like sharp sarcasm and playfulness.Fang Yizhen was silent for a moment.

"You don't know yet, do you?" The president's hand lingered on Fang Yizhen's side face: "When I looked at him, I knew his most dirty, filthy, and shady desire hidden under the appearance It's ridiculous. He's your son—"

"Tsk. It's really touching. After being so ignored, treated coldly, and abandoned by his biological father, he still looks like a dead dog wagging his tail. If he sees you twisting your waist and begging me to fuck you, his expression must be very sweet." Wonderful!……"

The ear-piercing laughter stopped abruptly, Fang Yizhen slowly widened his eyes in the dim light, a thick puddle of dark red liquid with a disgusting fishy smell lay beside his face It splashed, and the warm liquid splashed all over his face, as well as the severed hand, which suddenly broke away from the flesh and blood and rolled to the bottom of his neck.

In the next second, the screams of killing a pig suddenly sounded.

The president was sweating profusely, his eyes were blood red, his veins were bulging, and he kept screaming and screaming while holding up his forearm whose palm had been completely cut off.

"Is that enough? Enough, just shut up."

Fang Yizhen's whole body felt like it was on fire, but when he felt the strong death energy coming from the dark part of the room, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

The president's eyeballs bulged, trembling wildly, staring viciously at the direction where the wind blade flew over just now: "...Jiangting!"

Step by step, Jiang Ting came out from the place where the light could not be resisted. His face was expressionless, exuding a chilling coldness, just like a demon walking in the dark night. Harvest life.

The president's severed hand was dripping blood continuously, he lost all reason in pain, and his eyes were cloudy: "How did you get in here!"

Jiang Ting tilted his head slightly: "Are those guards at the door? Do you think anyone in this world can stop me?"

He smiled slowly, with the innocence of a child: "I will get what I want, and no one can stop it. As for you—" He raised his hand, and different colors of light lit up on his five fingers, reflecting Looking at his face, he looked a little sly and treacherous: "Why don't you tell me, except for that dirty hand, where else have you touched my father?"

The president suddenly laughed loudly: "Yes, you also have psychic powers, so you must know what I think about the professor." He turned his head suddenly, staring at Fang Yizhen with blood-red eyes, his expression was crazily distorted, completely Lost a trace of reason: "Baby, do you see clearly? This is your son. He knew that I would do this to you, but he didn't stop you. In the end, he just didn't dare to do this to you, so he had to pass Me, please satisfy his dirty desire—Jiang Ting, you are really like a poor dog. Seeing your father like this, you are very excited, happy, not satisfied, right? You Do you want to see more?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the corner of the quilt and made a gesture to open it. The remaining hand was cut off instantly, and blood gushed out.

"Ahhh-!"

He screamed and rolled off the bed.

Soon, he couldn't even make a cry, he could only whine vaguely.

"Who allowed you to call me dad like that?" Jiang Ting looked at him condescendingly, and threw out a soft object covered in blood in his hand: "In this way, you won't be able to speak."

—and those eyes.Why can this person wantonly look at Dad?Obviously he can only hide in a dark corner, comforting his poor fantasy.Let's dig out these eyes, these eyes, it's best to dig them out.

"Jiangting."

"Jiangting!"

A familiar cry pulled Jiang Ting back from the brink of collapse.There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't know where he was. When he saw Fang Yizhen who was lying on the bed and couldn't move, he slowly recovered a trace of clarity. The president, who had killed the dead body, curled up beside Fang Yizhen with a trembling body.

"Dad...Dad..."

When Fang Yizhen heard his whisper, he was filled with pain and despair, and his heart was beyond complicated.No matter what, he never imagined that the little brat was... really messed up with him and couldn't be solved.

Think about it later, the most urgent thing is to unlock the medicine in him first, Fang Yizhen endured the restlessness that was hard to ignore all over his body: "Quickly, find the key to unlock the handcuffs, and the antidote..."

As if Jiang Ting couldn't hear his words, he just hugged him and read his name.

Fang Yizhen was forced to lean in his arms.

Jiang Ting's body temperature was very low, and it miraculously dissipated part of the heat.

The room was very quiet, nothing could be heard except Jiang Ting's murmur.

--wrong.

Too quiet.

There is no sound at all...how could it be.

Something is missing.

Fang Yizhen's eyes widened slightly, and he finally realized where the weird sense of disobedience was.

His ears were pressed against Jiang Ting's chest.

And there's no heartbeat there.