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Suddenly felt a slight tingling pain on the side of the waist, followed by a large area of ​​numbness.

Before losing self-awareness, Yalar's memory lingered on Bell's distorted face lifted from his arms with a smug smile.

Then, there is a blank memory.

Yes, not a coma.It is a blank memory indeed. Yalar can even be sure that he has cooperated with Bell, the woman, to move places. As for how he got there and where he went, Yalar has no idea. .

So when he slowly regained consciousness and found himself tied up and thrown in a dark closed place, he was not surprised or panicked at all.

It seems to have calculated the time.

Before Yalar moved quietly to try to find out where he was and save himself, suddenly, a cluster of flames ignited in the far corner.

Bell's face was smiling, half-hidden behind the flickering candlelight.

Holding a three-pronged candlestick in his hand, two burning candles are inserted in the middle and the right side of it. For some reason, the sharp socket is exposed on the left side.Bell silently looked at Yalar who was sitting on the cold ground.

a long time.

Bell took a step forward, his eyes widened slightly, showing a harmless expression: "Morakot, is it cold?"

"It's okay." Yalar moved his buttocks sarcastically, "Do you want to sit in a row?"

Bell withdrew his smile, bent down gloomyly, and brought the candlestick in front of Yalar suddenly. The sharp one on the right stopped suddenly when Yalar's blue eyeball was still a few millimeters away.

Aral looked at Bell without moving.

Every time you blink, you can almost feel the lashes brushing against the cold iron sharpness.

But Yalar didn't show the panic that Bell expected, but just looked back at her blankly. The two looked at each other for a moment, Yalar pulled the corners of his lips, and said slowly and softly: "Bell, you made a foul."

In the blink of an eye, Bell moved the candlestick away a bit, with a big movement, and a few drops of wax were thrown directly from the candle to Yalar's cheek, causing a burning sting.

Aral just frowned slightly, trying to get rid of the things that quickly dried and stuck to his face, only to realize that his hands were still tied behind him—the trouble was, the binding rope Bell seemed to use It's not a simple material, and the blades hidden in the sleeves are useless.

"Ah..." Bell patted his forehead, put the candlestick aside, walked around behind Yalar, snatched the blade from his hand, threw it away, and showed it to Yalar with his face in his hands. "Look, am I smart?"

Smart as hell.

It's just a little insane, the wall of the mental hospital is down, it's scary.

==.

Before he thought of saving himself or waiting until Mammon came to save him (I don’t know how to save him, damn he doesn’t even know where he is), Yalar had to repeat Changbai’s powerless dialogue to try to wake up Bell’s reason: “You foul Oh...you forgot what the professor said? Don’t do anything that harms the competitor. Bell, now that I’m released, I still—"

"—who cares?" Bell suddenly raised his voice, interrupting Yalar with a sharp voice.

=口=So excited?Yalar shut up: "Please speak."

Bell stopped talking, she squatted down, stretched out her pale hand, touched Yalar's face, then leaned over, rubbed face to face, and said softly, "This is God's punishment, God fine."

Yalar tilted his face uncooperatively, thinking that this crazy woman is actually not too crazy, at least she knows how to put on makeup before going out, no, now the foundation cream rubbed on her face is smelly and uncomfortable.

"God put me and Griffith together to punish you, your sin. Morakot—" Bell's voice became gloomy and cold in vain when he called out Yalar's surname, Yalar Speechlessly looking at this crazy woman, she changed her face and played, "Actually, you are innocent, at least for now. But your damn father, he should go to jail! He deserves to die!!!! Damn!!! !!"

Stuck on the white and thin neck right in front of her eyes—perhaps because she was too angry and crazy, Bell's strength was much stronger than that of ordinary girls, Yalar almost had no time to ask why he gave A woman broke her neck.

...for a, woman, broken, neck.

What a shame ==.

It is estimated that after death, the body will be thrown into the sea by his father to feed the sharks.

Thinking of this, Yalar felt more and more that he was going to run away.

Because there was a third person in the room.

Griffith.

The one in the legend who was dragged away by Brother Piao was Griffith.

The tall and strong young man is not ugly. Strictly speaking, if he is not in such a weird and dark environment, but on a sunny basketball court, such a man will always grab the attention of many girls. Yes, compared with Bell, Griffith's face remained calm and indifferent.

He glanced at Aral, dragged Bell away, and left her far away without mercy.

Seeing Bell's buttocks groaning in pain, Yalar immediately applauded without sympathy—Griffith, Akagi Takenori's figure, Rukawa Kaede's face, you are so ugly!

……

However, sadly, he forgot that since he could appear on the same stage with Bell, it was obvious that Griffith would not be a good person.

The man took two steps and knelt down in front of Yalar.

The huge figure blocked the only weak light source, and shrouded Yalar in the shadow.

Griffith stared at Yalar without saying a word. After a while, he suddenly reached out and pinched his chin. His hand was very strong. Maybe it was the habit of holding a gun. Griffith's thumb and index finger There is a layer of hard calluses on the abdomen, which is painful to scrape.

Aral struggled unsuccessfully, then frowned in disgust—he hated the feeling of being treated condescendingly like a weak woman.As if the idea was seen through by Griffith, after Yalar's little resistance, the former actually laughed in a low voice, and let go of his hand, but he didn't let go, and his dry but cold fingers climbed onto Yalar's body. His face was rubbed lightly one after another.

"..."

—touched obscenely by a gorilla like a woman.

—was touched obscenely.

— was touched.

——was obscene.

Sentence-by-sentence skits popped up in Yalar's mind.

Griffith didn't seem to see Yalar's stunned expression as he stared at the alien. He lightly lifted the latter's jaw with his index finger, and drew a kiss that was neither deep nor shallow at the corner of his eyes—why not deep or shallow?

Because when he left, this guy actually pecked.

……

Awwhhhh~~~~~~~! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

God!

Wake up, old man, come out to see the pervert! ! ! TAT

At this moment, ten thousand grass and mud horses were galloping wildly in Yalar's heart, trampling his heart to such an extent that the flat surface of the horse was riddled with holes.

…Under various stimuli, Yalar began to seriously doubt the authenticity of life—in fact, he lived in a perverted world, and he was also a member of the perverted world, but today seems to be particularly refreshing...Yes Bar?

Otherwise, tell me why this pervert jumped out one after another today?

After Aral's various mental activities, Griffith reluctantly touched him twice (...), clicked his tongue twice, shook his head and said, "If possible, I really don't want to use you as a threat."

Yalar: "..."

Griffith gently laid down the broken hair on his forehead, his face remained calm, but he opened his mouth and dropped an atomic bomb: "Morakot, I love you."

Yalar: "..."

The world is crazy.

How perverted is it to trick a person who keeps saying "I love you" into the tropical rainforest, and trick him to an unknown place by frightening and pretending to be crazy?

Or is this place suitable for confession?

Is it suitable?

Suitable ass, I love your sister =dish=! ! ! ! ! ~~~

This time Aral was not alone. After hearing this affectionate confession, Miss Bell snorted coldly behind Griffith with disdain. Griffith paused and ordered her to get out immediately. Bell's face turned green. , struggled for a while, still suppressed the desire to get angry, and reluctantly walked towards a certain staircase—well, at least he knew they were in a certain basement or something, Yalar watched Bell go I don’t know if it’s good or not——

The man's sixth sense told him that the wild little universe in the heart of the not-so-crazy man in front of him was probably more fully erupted than Bell's - the level of a golden saint.

Griffith kissed Aral again (Aral: I'm going crazy), sighed: "Your father shouldn't have competed with me for the piece of land in the outer suburbs of Rome that is going to be a garbage disposal plant, really shouldn't. "

Garbage treatment plant?what is that?

Yalar was stunned and pricked up his ears.

"My father is seriously ill, and I am fully responsible for this matter," Griffith added kindly, "You see, but I obviously don't have enough experience, as the sole heir of the family-I can't win in the first battle." Failure, well, even if the opponent is tough."

"..."

"Dear Yalar," Griffith's voice became urgent, "I don't want to hurt you, cooperate with me, it won't hurt—"

"What doesn't hurt?!" Yalar was obviously sensitive to a certain word.

Griffith smiled mysteriously.

Yalar's face turned black, as if he saw the end of the world—is it possible that Yalar Morakot's tombstone should be engraved with "unfortunately killed in a battle for a garbage disposal plant"?

Does TAT ​​have any other heroic ways to die? ~

At this time, Griffith let him go.

There was a glimmer of hope in Yalar's eyes——

In fact, Griffith just turned around and rummaged in the bag.

Yalar bowed his head in frustration, glanced around, and did not give up trying to delay time: "That, Griffith?"

"Baby, wait."

"..." To endure, "Before, you have been here all the time? Are you so sure that Bell can get me here?"

Griffith stopped turning over things, turned his face and smiled at Alar, the sun was so bright that it blinded Alar's dog's eyes—"No, I'm in the fireplace."

"what?"

"I'm in the fireplace, always." Griffith finally pulled a...er, a camera out of his bag?

Go back to Yalar, carefully place it at a good angle where the candle light can shine, and then carefully turn on the recording function.

Yalar was inexplicable, and moved uneasily, and a bunch of nonsense that had been thought of came to his mouth, but he seemed so nervous that he couldn't speak——

This is even the amputation process has to be recorded and sent to the father?

== Poor dad, seems to hate horror movies.

……

Yet Yalar was wrong again. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

When Griffith's orangutan paw reached out and unbuttoned one of his jackets, then leaned over to grab his Adam's apple without hesitation, licked, sucked, and occasionally bit him, tossing vigorously——

Not to mention that Yalar is such a clever kid, even a fool should know what this perverted gorilla is going to do.

"Remember to make your expression more vivid later," Griffith raised his head and smiled coldly.

Alar laughed angrily.