Aquaman, did he roll over today?

For the purpose of stabilizing and restraining Yan Ting, the man didn't intend to kill Qi Yi directly, so that if he couldn't get the remote control, the other party wouldn't be able to do everything wrong, and he could leave a way out, so he pushed him away. In the lake, it is the best choice to let the youth temporarily lose their fighting power.

What a budget.

Qi Yi believed that this plan came about when the man hijacked him to walk to the lake.

And his ruse apparently succeeded.

In other words, because Yan Ting was distracted by Qi Yi who fell into the water, he didn't notice that the man was making a fake move just now, but he was actually planning to launch a hidden gun.

After the gunshot, the woods by the lake startled a flock of crows.

"Well!"

Qi Yi fell into the lake, caught off guard and choked on a few mouthfuls of lake water, his lungs and nasal cavities were blocked and hurt, he didn't know how to swim up and down, he floated up and down for a while, he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north, east and west, but far from the shore further and further.

After torturing for a while, Qi Yi found that his body would float up without doing anything.

After drifting for a long time like this, he finally floated to the shore, and by the time he struggled to climb ashore, Yan Ting and the man had long since disappeared.

There was only a pool of completely solidified blood spots left on the brownish-yellow soil, and a long drag mark was left on the overwhelmed shallow grass. The traces were very fresh, leaving many residual blood marks.

Qi Yi withdrew his gaze from the bloody beach, wiped the water off his face, sat silently for a while, and uttered a sentence in a low voice:

"Mongrel!"

Although the golden-eyed man left, he obviously didn't forget that there was another one in the lake.

The two alienated people who were sent to silence quietly lurked close to the young man who had just climbed ashore, with their backs turned to them. Qi Yi was wet from head to toe, and his shirt was stuck to his body with a thin and transparent layer, outlining his abdominal muscles clearly. , he hung his head, his chest heaved slightly, the tips of his hair kept dripping water, and hit the grass drop by drop, his long eyelashes drooped to cover his pupils, the two alienated people swallowed at the same time, feeling their throats a little dry .

At this time, the young man raised his hand and fiddled with the wet forehead hair twice, rubbed his little finger across his cheekbones, and acted casually, rubbing with some heavy force to make a few blushes, but just revealed the temptation of a gust of wind flowing into his bones.

The two held the iron and electric coil, inexplicably hesitated, unable to let go.

When they were struggling with their thoughts, the young man suddenly turned his face, his eyes accurately caught the direction of the two of them.

Four eyes facing each other.

The two of them froze, and instantly stood still in place like wooden stakes.

Qi Yi searched their memories.

—— Yan Ting is not dead.

Qi Yi rubbed his forehead with his fingertips, heaved a long sigh of relief, sat for a while, took off the already soaked shirt stuck to his body, and threw it on the ground in a ball.

After sitting quietly for a while, he walked slowly back to the warehouse with his upper body bare, leaving a string of wet marks at every step.

The door lock hadn't been repaired yet, Qi Yi saw that the heart had been put back in its original place as soon as he entered.

He put the heart in his pocket and returned it to its original owner.

Without lingering any longer, Qi Yi left the storage room full of gold and jade.

In fact, the location of this warehouse is equivalent to the ear room in ancient times, and two-thirds of the first floor of the temple is occupied by the prayer room. Entering from the south-facing arch, you can see the neatly arranged benches at a glance, and the gold-plated cabinets in front. With a clean and white tablecloth, there is a sacred image enshrined in the center, and a guardian image is placed on the left and right. On the outside of the table, there are a book of Yishen, a prayer book, daily classes, and a string of rosary beads.There are a pair of candlesticks on the left and right of the statue, a vase of flowers, and a sewn kneeling mat in front of the desk.

Kneeling cushions are limited, and the heads are covered with white cloths. Local residents in linen robes put their hands together, kneel beside the benches and close their eyes to pray.

The huge [-]-square-meter prayer room was stunned to find a place to stand, and it was full of people kneeling.

Some of these people came at three or four o'clock in the morning, and some refugees simply lived here.

In times of war, faith can bring them centripetal force and peace.

So the temple wants to fight.

One is that it is easier to buy people's hearts when fighting. Huangyan City restricts the flow, and the temple takes the opportunity to win over refugees.

The second is that when the war is fought, the number of wounded will increase. It is not normal to replace the organ. It will not only gain a good reputation, but also control the wounded who benefit.

So the more wars are fought, the weaker Kausa becomes.

Qi Yi stood quietly at the door for 2 minutes.

His brows were downcast, no one could tell what he was thinking.

When the adults are praying, the children often have nothing to do. The little girl stared blankly at the young man outside the door until the young man turned around and his back disappeared. She blinked, as if waking up from a dream, and pulled the hem of the woman beside her, "Mum Mom, I saw God just now, and I was standing there!"

The woman was stunned, and slapped her on the head, "What nonsense?"

……

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In the basement after the renovation of the old air-raid shelter, Yan Ting was hung on the torture rack with all kinds of instruments of torture beside him. Golden Eye did not pretend to be someone else's hand, full of evil spirits, and held a barbed whip out of revenge for a moment While waving non-stop, the person beside him slowly poured diluted sulfuric acid onto the wound.

They injected Yan Ting with special drugs for torture. This kind of thing can expand human senses to [-] times that of normal people in a short time. It also contains neurological inhibitors to prevent sudden death from excessive contraction of the heart, leaving only pain in the brain to keep awake , with only the subconscious mind left, the answer is extremely reliable. This kind of pain has exceeded the limit of the human body's tolerance, and even the secretly specially trained spies cannot resist that kind of pain once.

After a brief confrontation by the lake, Yan Ting was shot and seriously injured and was arrested, so he was brought here to be tortured. If Yan Ting hadn't been physically strong and mentally strong, he wouldn't have survived this time.But even if there is still one breath left, the temple lacks everything, except for organs, so if you are injured, you can replace it, and if you wear it slowly, you may not be able to find the answer you want?

Golden Eyes wiped his forehead, and was sweating from the whipping. He was about to change the punishment method and picked up the red-hot roller. "Since this is the case, let's play something else. This kind of punishment is called rolling meat. Let's try it now."

Yan Ting's face was haggard and pale, and he only gritted his teeth to maintain a dignified and cold face. He was facing the door. This was also the trick of the execution room, so that the prisoners could see hope, and the alternation of hope and despair was the easiest to overwhelm a person.Therefore, he immediately noticed the thin figure at the door, and moved his eyes in astonishment. Sweat, skin and blood smeared into the eye sockets and severe pain. Yan Ting couldn't see it clearly, so he couldn't be sure if it was his hallucination.

But then, Golden Eye's reaction let him know it was not an illusion.

Seeing that Yan Ting's eyes were fixed in one direction, his eyes seemed to be struggling to distinguish something, his golden eyes paused slightly, and he turned his head, and saw a familiar young man leaning on the top threshold of the stone steps.

His upper body was bare, with damp hair hanging between his eyebrows and eyes, only his bright red lips were exposed, and he slowly walked down the stone steps step by step. The arc of his toes and calves was just right, his abdominal muscles were well defined, and his arms swayed freely and lightly. , which makes the mermaid line smooth and beautiful, the waist is soft, and the hip line is full like a full moon, which is very attractive and impactful.

As he walked, his damp hair flicked between his eyebrows and eyes.

But there is a vague strangeness, sharpness, and aggressiveness that cannot be ignored.

Yan Ting's mood was very complicated, he thought that the young man left alone.

When a person is embarrassed to a certain extent, his heart is more easily touched, even the person with a stubborn personality is no exception.

Seeing Qi Yi unexpectedly, he was relieved that the young man was still alive, and was also moved by his actions of not abandoning himself when the end came. Yan Ting encountered too many similar things, and the chances of the rescued people looking back and caring for the rescued were frighteningly low.But also because he was touched by the "feedback", and after being touched, he became anxious and angry, and even revived his already unclear thinking. Yan Ting hoped that the young man would run away like many people after he escaped from danger, instead of coming from cast a net.

Qi Yi walked over slowly.

Yan Ting's wrist bones were nailed into the wooden frame, and as Qi Yi approached, his chest heaved violently, and his face covered with glistening sweat beads became more tense.

The young man stopped three meters away. Yan Ting was strong and slender. To exert pressure, the light in the torture room was dim, and his shadow was cast down, completely covering the person in front of him.

Yan Ting swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva to moisten his throat, and he barely uttered hoarse vocal cords: "Why are you here!?"

The strange coldness between Yan Ting's eyes suddenly dissipated, and the young man blinked, "Surprised or not?"

"Aren't you happy?"

frightened.

unhappy.

Yan Ting gritted his teeth and said, "You don't know how to escape!?"

Golden Eye finally regained his senses from all kinds of amorous feelings, waved the soldering iron stick, and said to the people behind: "Grab him."

Yan Ting endured the severe pain of tearing vocal cords, and turned to the door with eyes, "Leave me alone, run!"

Qi Yi's expression was very calm, and he raised his chin, "It's okay, I brought someone with me."

—He was not alone, he brought a regiment.

Yan Ting thought that what Qi Yi said was that Meng Zheng had found him, but he didn't expect that a large group of members of the temple came rushing in from the door, and fought with the few who wanted to arrest the young man.

Goldeneye was stunned.

"What are you doing? Did I let you down!"

"You hit the wrong person, why don't you stop!?"

He jumped and yelled for a while, the scuffle continued, Golden Eye's expression changed from shock, rage, to bewilderment, but he kept yelling, yelling, and yelling, these people turned a deaf ear and kept fighting, and he didn't retreat, and quickly Pull aside to avoid accidental injury.

Yan Ting intuited that these people's minds were not normal, and their expressions were crazy, as if their minds were not clear, and this probably had nothing to do with the youth.

But he didn't bother to ask.

Taking advantage of this gap, Qi Yi put Yan Ting down, but Yan Ting's limbs, ankles, and wrists were all pierced through, and he couldn't even stand up.

The chaotic war didn't last long. Although there were many people under Qi Yi's control, not all of them were alienated people. Although there were few people with golden eyes, they were all excellent alienated people.

The corpses were scattered all over the floor, and the blood flowed all over the floor of the execution room. The strong smell of blood mixed with the pungent burnt smell of Yan Ting's skin and flesh being burned by strong acid, made people dizzy.

Seeing the young man wrinkling his nose, Yan Ting said, "Go out, the air outside is fresh.

"

Qi Yi turned his gaze to someone's hiding place, "No hurry, there is another one."

As the acting person in charge of the temple, Golden Eye is a civil servant in the public office. He has never seen blood spattered on his head, and he shrank in the corner tremblingly, half of his body was blocked by the torture cabinet. , he said repeatedly in his mouth: "God will not let you go, you wait for retribution!"

Yan Ting tried his best to support his body, Qi Yi held him steady and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"The remote is on him."

The light detonator is extremely small and not easy to find. It has not been dismantled yet, and GoldenEye dare not easily destroy the remote control, which is why they executed the sentence.

"Run as hard as you can for a while," Yan Ting didn't mention himself, he is now crippled, not to mention unable to run out, even if he runs out, he can't fully heal.

Qi Yi squatted down and raised his hand to touch Yan Ting's head. He hadn't shaved his hair for more than three months in Miandian, and his hair, which was short and hard to handle, grew back a lot.

Yan Ting thought that the young man was comforting him, he looked sideways at Qi Yi, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine, I'm really fine."

As soon as the words fell, the lips softened, and the bitter and salty mouth slid into the soft, greasy tongue. The young man's sweet saliva neutralized his stagnant mood, and miraculously soothed his seemingly calm but sad heart. Yan Ting was in an absolute mood, but Yan Ting had never kissed with his tongue before. He was so stiff that he didn't know what to do. The tip of the young man's tongue scratched his palate, bringing a tingling and itchy feeling, and he hooked the base of his sensitive tongue mischievously, maybe it was an injection. Thirty times the effect of the medicine has not yet passed. Although his face is still solemn, Yan Ting feels his heart contract violently like a sponge, feeling sore and swollen.

[Ding, congratulations on learning the star-attracting method]

Qi Yi loosened his grip on the back of the opponent's head, straightened his body, and he had grown to the third stage.

"Don't worry, you can't die."

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