[Tutor] Get on the bus first and then buy the ticket

In the dark underground cell, there is a person hanging on the innermost wall. The person's body is scattered with hideous scars. Several layers of blood scabs formed around the wound. His hands are separated and hung on both sides, his head is drooping, kneeling on the cold ground. On the gravel.The man stood motionless, lifeless, and at first glance one might have thought he was dead.

With a bang, the iron door was opened from the outside, and several people in suits and leather shoes walked in. The silver-haired young man at the head was holding a cigarette in his mouth, his brows were tightly frowned, and he spit out the cigarette that was almost exhausted in his mouth. Grinding, "Wash him awake."

"Yes, Master Lan Shou." The person waiting behind took a bucket of water and went forward and poured it on the person violently. The cold stimulation hit the brain through the skin. The person coughed a few times and slowly woke up.

Prison Temple strode forward, raised his hand and grabbed the man's hair fiercely, forcing him to look up, "Say, what are your plans!"

"Oh, do you think I'm afraid of you? I didn't even think about living if I fell into your hands. If I was about to die, I would drag Pengo Lie to be buried with me! Ah!!" Prison Temple grabbed the man's head hard He slammed into the wall fiercely, and the wall was stained with a few strands of dark red. The prison temple roared angrily, "You bastard! Believe it or not, I will make your life worse than death!"

The man sneered, and the mocking arc of his mouth showed that he didn't care about the threat from the prison temple at all. A bloodstain slid from the corner of his mouth.

Prison Temple stood up straight, turned his head and ordered to the people behind, "Let the illusionist come over."

"Yes." Within a minute, the illusionist wearing an exaggerated frog hat was brought over, seeing the situation in the cell, there was no wave on the illusionist's face, "Ah~~~ It's so real How embarrassing~~~~."

"Fran? Why are you?" Prison Temple took a few steps back, pulled the chair in the corner and sat down. "Forget it, you can too. I want him to tell the information. This is related to the safety of the tenth generation. Every minute and every second is very important."

"Hey~~~~Why do you want me to help you?" Fran tilted his head, and suddenly hit his left hand on his right, "Could it be your lack of ability? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~~"

Prison Temple has blue veins on his head, why is he the illusionist who came!If it weren't for the time to mess around, he really wanted to shoot this kind of bastard! "What are you doing with so much nonsense! Hurry up!"

"Well, forget it. I won't care about your left and right hands. When Peng Lie comes back, I will report to him~~~ About the fact that the left and right hands are incompetent~~~" Fran succeeded with a face paralyzed. Angry prison temple.

Prison Temple tried to take a deep breath, controlling the emotions that were about to go berserk, thinking to himself that now is not the time to beat him up, the safety of the tenth generation is the most important thing! "Whatever you say! Give me a start! Fran!"

"It's really irritable~~~Is it because the menopause has come early~~~It's so pitiful." Fran said in a non-fluctuating tone that the prison temple ran away, and lit the ring on his hand, and the indigo flame ignited After a while, the fog filled the room, and Fran's hallucinations began.

"Hey, do you know? When a person is in a state of extreme fear, he will lose his ability to think, and at the same time it will cause great psychological pressure. At this time, people will often reveal many secrets unconsciously~ ~~me, I like hearing other people’s secrets the most~~~~”

The man couldn't see anything, surrounded by thick fog, and only Fran's voice reached his ears.That voice seemed to come from a distant place, but also seemed to be close to the ear, elusive, like a dream.

The man gritted his teeth, "I won't say anything, don't think you can control me by playing this trick!"

"Oh~~~ I heard that you were arrested for three days. After three days of torture, they failed to ask anything useful. It seems that you have the mentality of dying~~~~ But don't worry, Me will not let you die, our Varian's purpose is to let people live, not, as, die~~" Fran said such frightening words in a casual tone.

"Let's play a game with me~~~~~"

People outside the illusion don't know what happened in the illusion. They only saw that the man's face was calm at first, and then he could see that his psychological defense line was broken, his voice began to tremble, and finally his face showed obvious fear. expression.Without asking a little bit, the man explained everything.

"What did you say?!" Prison Temple held the man by the collar, the murderous aura on his body was not concealed in the slightest.

The man came out of the illusion, knowing that he had said everything, so he stopped trying to hide it, "That's right, two hundred elites with box weapons have already gone to Pengelie Judaimu, and it's too late for you to stop it now! Haha! ! The tenth generation of Pengo Lie is doomed!!"

"Bastard!" Prison Temple punched the man in the face, and the man spat out a mouthful of blood, "Haha! You kill me! It would be nice to be buried with the tenth generation of Pengelie hahaha!!"

Prison Temple threw the man on the ground fiercely. It was the first time he hated himself so much for his incompetence. 200 people actually sneaked to Judaimu's side under his nose, but no one noticed! "Fran, go and inform Xanxus and let Varian go to help. I'll contact Judaime, hoping to catch up, no, I must catch up!" After finishing speaking, Prison Temple hurried out of the cell.

"Hey~~~~ I really like to order people around, I hope the boss will not use me to hit the wall~~~~~"

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Xuanyuan Sheng stood on the training ground, looking at the elites standing straight in front of her.Doing so much training is for this day. Everyone already has their own box weapons. Although they are not used to it at first, and they can't even ignite the flames at all, but after rigorous training, they have become qualified props one by one.

That's right, in Xuanyuan Sheng's eyes, they are all indispensable props leading to the destination.He spent manpower and material resources, and even got a new type of weapon that hasn't appeared here yet, the box weapon.It is to develop them into perfect tools.It's like the props bought by spending gold coins in the game.

Although Xuanyuan Sheng felt distressed for the hundreds of people who were lost before, it was only felt distressed for the wasted investment before. Xuanyuan Sheng would not care about those people at all.As long as the goal is achieved, whether they live or die is irrelevant to Xuanyuan Sheng.

Because Xuanyuan Sheng's attention has long been occupied by other things, he can no longer spare any energy to pay attention to other people.Xuanyuan Sheng felt that his biggest growth in these years was that he understood one thing, no one would give him what he wanted, and he had to reach out for what he wanted.Even if, by all means.

Xuanyuan Sheng played with the crystal ball in his hand, his feminine face looked even more coquettish at this moment.The crystal ball emits silver-white light, and the changing scenery is displayed in the crystal ball, just like an unpredictable life.

"Boss, the venue has been controlled by us. There are our people at every point. Everything has been arranged to ensure nothing goes wrong." A person came over to report to Xuanyuan Sheng.

Xuanyuan Sheng nodded, "I see, immediately after the matter is over..." Xuanyuan Sheng made a movement of wiping his neck, and the subordinate understood it, and responded with a solemn expression.

Xuanyuan Sheng's hand spinning the crystal ball stopped suddenly, turned around and walked towards the door, a weird smile hung on the corner of Xuanyuan Sheng's mouth, "Let's go, go celebrate Ah Heng's birthday, I hope you like me A gift, Ah Heng."

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Ye Heng was wearing a dress and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. From the window, he could see the busy crowd coming and going below. The birthday dinner was less than an hour away. In order to avoid finding no one at that time, Mu Yu got Ye Heng into the room early. stay in the room.

Ye Heng propped his chin in boredom, staring aimlessly at the bottom, when suddenly he was slapped hard on the shoulder, "Brother!"

"Xiao Jin~~~" Ye Heng's eyes lit up immediately when he saw Ye Jin, and he reached out to hug Ye Jin, but Ye Jin slapped him on the face so he couldn't get close.

"Don't make trouble, brother." Ye Jin stretched out her hand behind her back to Ye Heng. On it was a small box tied with a beautiful ribbon, "Happy birthday, brother."

Ye Heng happily took the small box, "Xiao Jin gave me a gift~~~" o(*≧▽≦)ツ Ye Heng hugged the small box in his arms with a rippling face, and almost kissed him a few times to show own affection.

"Open it and have a look, brother." Ye Jin laughed when she saw Ye Heng's appearance. Isn't it just a gift? Is it necessary to be so excited?

After Ye Jin reminded her several times, Ye Heng reluctantly took it out from his bosom and carefully opened it. Inside was a piano music box. When the piano stand was set up, light and melodious music poured out like flowing water.

"This song..." Ye Heng's brows and eyes were stained with a little sadness. If other people saw Ye Heng like this, they would be extremely surprised. Their cute boss would have such an expression? !

"Brother really still remembers that the music box that was broken when I was a child is this song. I think it's the most appropriate gift for this birthday, isn't it? Brother."

Ye Heng looked at Ye Jin, and the woman's eyes, which were [-]% similar to his, reflected an extremely clear spring water, which could reflect all the lies in the world.Ye Heng moved his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything. With a soft sigh, Ye Heng raised his hand to cover Ye Jin's head, "Why bother."

"This is my line, brother." Seeing that Ye Heng still had no intention of confessing, Ye Jin sighed inwardly, "Do you remember? At that time, we put the music box beside the bed just to listen to the music in it." , and then the three of them huddled together to sleep. Thinking about it now, it was really stupid at that time. Isn’t it just a music box, why bother.”

Ye Heng tapped Ye Jin's forehead, and sneered, "You speak lightly now, but at that time you were the most precious music box, holding it every day, you didn't get tired of it."

Ye Jin turned her head, "Why don't I remember, you must be talking nonsense. Hmph."

"You...really..." Ye Heng couldn't help but laugh.

"But... no matter how precious it is, it's still broken." Ye Jin's tone dropped.

"...Well, it's broken, just throw it away and buy another one." Ye Heng put his arm around Ye Jin's shoulder, "Isn't it?"

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