White lotus cultivation system

During the brief reunion in the restaurant at dinner time, Han Yi whispered to Uncle Bing, and after turning off the lights at night, we met at the paper mill in the north-central part of the prison.

"So you agreed?" Lampard touched his chin.

Ye Zhen asked strangely, "Why didn't I agree?"

"Uh," Mr. Black Panther choked, watching Ye Zhen press the iron ball onto the anti-escape railing welded around the window, and controlled the iron ball to bend the railing, revealing a hole that could allow one person to pass through, his eyes rolled Turning around, hesitating for a moment, he still reluctantly said: "Starting from turning off the lights at 11 o'clock in the evening, prison guards will come to check the room every three hours. You have to come back in time."

Ye Zhen glanced back at him, and raised the corners of her mouth: "You are very good at judging the situation."

"...Thank you for the compliment." Lampard said weakly: "If I keep it from you, although I can cause you trouble, but when you come back to settle accounts with me, I will be miserable."

Uncle Bing smiled slightly and said nothing more. Holding the hammer ball in one hand and the railing in the other, he watched the terrain below and jumped down vigorously.

In fact, Han Yi asked him out, so why didn't he explain this kind of thing clearly.

Sneaking under tight guards is a proficiency for him, and soon Ye Zhen bypassed the prison guards patrolling the outer layers of the prison building, and came to the relatively loosely guarded paper mill—this is easy to understand, the purpose of prisoner escape is often It's about the pursuit of freedom, not dating and dating. Most people don't go around in circles and go to the factory.

The main door of the factory was locked with three large iron locks, so Uncle Bing started from the small window that was relatively easy to enter, opened it twice and slid in. full of.

The familiar breath lingered behind the ear and the side of the neck. At the same time, someone lifted up the prison clothes, put one arm around his waist, and stretched out the other hand to Ye Zhen's chest, stroking and stroking at a certain point.

Although he had expected this would happen before coming here, Ye Zhen was slightly taken aback by the enthusiasm of the other party as if he had taken the wrong medicine (forgive the word), and inevitably felt a little embarrassed: "Han Yi..."

"Hush." ​​The voice of the person behind him was low and magnetic: "We only have two hours."

Hearing this, Uncle Bing subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but he didn't know why his mouth became more and more dry. His hands were handcuffed. Although there was a chain in the middle to open the distance, his clothes could not be completely taken off. , can only be rolled up to the wrist.In this way, his hands completely lost their freedom, but they couldn't tear them apart. Otherwise, Moira's ruler would have to go back shirtless.

In the eyes of the underworld leader, this appearance is a rare weakness that is rare in a century. His breathing became a little heavier. This time, he must do it to the end no matter what!

Ye Zhen didn't think much about it, she just turned sideways to kiss Han Yi, prying open the other's teeth with a slight push of her tongue, and the two kissed together without reservation, their bodies were tightly pressed together, rubbing against each other, When the fire was lit, the rapid breathing of the two could only be vaguely heard in the quiet factory. Ye Zhen could feel Han Yi's fiery heat pressing directly on his lower abdomen, trembling slightly with his breathing.

This kind of experience is very wonderful. Han Yi held Ye Zhen's hand and put it on top of himself. Without saying a word, Ye Zhen's tied hands started to move. Set up and down, get.

Han Yi was naturally not to be outdone, and moved his arm around Ye Zhen's back down, and landed on the other's upturned buttocks. At this time, the words were a little vague: "Xiao Zhen, I want you."

Uncle Bing paused, and after a while whispered: "My hands are not convenient, you help me open up."

He never expected that his wish would come true so smoothly, the underworld leader couldn't help showing ecstasy after being taken aback for a moment, and with an "Aww", he turned into a wolf completely, and ruthlessly threw the man in his arms down, and the two fell on the lap. On the white paper neatly stacked in a row, although there was not much noise, Uncle Bing scolded angrily: "Be careful, don't even look at this place!"

"Yeah." Han Shiqi answered vaguely, without letting his mouth drop at all, and gnawed all the way down from the collarbone. Uncle Bing turned sideways unbearably, his beautiful waistline tightened. Zhen's trousers were pulled up to her knees, and she lowered her head.

A wet and soft touch came from behind, Ye Zhen was taken aback for a moment, and then realized what the other party was doing, and couldn't help being very embarrassed.

And here Han Shiqi is still vaguely saying: "Help you develop well..."

Someone who was just about to let the other party use his hands: "..."

"Aiyo!" While Han Yi was making love to Ye Zhen, a person's voice suddenly sounded at the factory gate: "No, no, no, my stomach hurts to death, and I can't patrol anymore if I don't continue! There is a toilet in the factory, you wait for me here, I will solve the problem first..."

"Oh, well, hurry up." Another male voice sounded.

The two people in the factory looked at each other.

Following the footsteps of leather shoes on the concrete floor, a prison guard entered the factory with a flashlight in his hand. A beam of white light scanned the room roughly, found the location of the bathroom for the factory employees, and ran in eagerly.

The two people who had their good work interrupted climbed into the narrow space behind the pile of paper rolls. Uncle Bing lay on the ground with the hammer in his arms, dodging the beam of light that swept over his head, and he had no time to care about Han Yi's arms around his waist. There was a rattling sound in the toilet, and the prison guard cursed and shouted inside: "Stephen, there is no toilet paper!"

Another prison guard outside the factory yelled: "If you don't have toilet paper, what do you want me to do? I can still roll it out for you in the middle of the night?"

"You can't think of a way for me!"

"Tsk, it's really troublesome..." The prison guard outside walked into the factory with a flashlight.

Ye Zhen held his breath to watch out for the movement of the prison guards, but at this moment he suddenly felt his hips and petals being held from behind. He looked back suspiciously, but was stunned by Han Yi's next movement.

The light of the flashlight flashed past the hiding place several times, and Han Yi squeezed himself into Ye Zhen's body little by little without making a sound. He couldn't move at all, and was completely submerged by Han Yi, and after a while, he began to twitch slowly.

The slightest movement between the two of them may attract the attention of the prison guard. Although he can be knocked out by surprise, the consequences of doing so will be endless. For example, the prison will definitely strengthen management in the future, and the factory If the places suitable for wild marriages are strictly guarded, or if the three-hour room inspection interval is changed to one hour, then there will be no more happiness to speak of.

"Don't make trouble!" Seeing the gangster's face focused on exploring himself, Uncle Bing turned around and mouthed him to stop him. Han Yi's mouth hooked slightly, and he blocked his words with his mouth, and his actions became more presumptuous.

How deep is your obsession!Uncle Bing was so angry that the breath of the people behind him finally subsided, and the prison guard also walked towards them at the same time, took out a large white paper from the pile of papers, folded it a few times and held it in his hand. , walked to the toilet: "You can use this paper first!"

After the prison guard walked into the toilet, Uncle Bing, who had been tortured by Han Yi for a long time, finally waited for the opportunity, turned over and rode the underworld boss on Yue Kua, and sat down hard. Han Shiqi was still under the death sentence of being almost pinched off In a fit of anger, Uncle Bing slapped his ass, ruthlessly, brutally, and ruthlessly possessed him...

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"This year, our Interpol captured two gangsters one after another. It can be described as a great year, a year with outstanding achievements, and an epoch-making year!... They are two of the top five criminals in the world, and Now it has fallen into our legal net, and we have created the most glorious period of Interpol in the past 40 years!..." The chairman of Interpol, who is over half a century old, stood on the stage and delivered a speech excitedly, and in the huge lecture hall, Eighty percent of the people sat there wearing police uniforms with senior police ranks, and all of them looked happy.

"Superintendent Qin Feiye did an excellent job in arresting Han Yi. He has been lurking by Han Yi's side for eight years. Now I would like to ask him to come up and say a few words." The chairman looked at the scene with an encouraging smile. Someone sitting in the front row.

Ye Fei stood up with an indifferent expression: "Correct me, Moira's Reale surrendered herself."

"Uh..." The smile on the chairman's face froze, and he began to regret letting him speak, so he could only find a way out for himself: "You didn't participate in the Reale matter, so what do you think about Han Yi's arrest? "

Ye Fei: "It deserves it."

Everyone: "..."

His assistant spoke from the side, thinking he was saying something good: "Haha, that's right, so now Reale is going to accompany that guy in prison!"

Hearing this, Ye Fei turned his head to look at him Youyou, his eyes directly turned the assistant, who had no idea what he did wrong, into an ice sculpture.

After patiently listening to the contentless report that night, Ye Fei hid his whereabouts and went to Florence overnight.

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Han Yi seized the time to return to the cell, his slightly awkward walking posture made his inmate's probing eyes never leave him from the moment he entered the room, the inmate hung his head from the upper bunk, gloating: "You can't do this. Kidney deficiency needs to be cured as soon as possible."

The gangster had no expression on his face. He raised his hand and slapped the person back. Then he took a shower in the bathroom and lay down on the bed. He showed a smile at an angle that the other person couldn't see.

Although under the strong malice of the author, he is a hard-working real attacker with a physique that is "unable to eat", and he will always be interrupted by such and such strange people and things when he is fighting with his sweetheart, but after long-term thinking, Still let this persistent mafia boss find a solution, that is - before the collapse of Mount Tai, he still persists to the end and does not back down, steadfast!decision!No!soft!die!also!want!Enter!go!

Even if Han Yi paid a painful price for this, such as some punishment that was so sweet that it almost killed him.

The prison guard who made the ward round also came at this time, walked into the room with a flashlight, stopped in front of the bed, exchanged things with Han Yi in the dark, and slipped the note Han Yi gave him into his pocket , The flashlight roughly scanned the room, locked the cell door in satisfaction and went to the next room.

Han Yi caressed what the other party had stuffed into his hand, it was a pocket pistol.