Mr. Perfect Makeover

Yan Yan opened his eyes, and the room was dark, only the tall ventilation window could reveal a few rays of light, allowing him to understand whether it was day or night.

He wanted to move the sore muscles all over his body, but found that his hands were tightly bound by the tough silk thread. If he wanted to break free, he might have to use up his wrists.

There was a sneer at the corner of Zhuang Yan's mouth, He Fuming underestimated him too much, just relying on this kind of thing can make him catch him without a fight, but when he twisted his wrist to get away from the entanglement of the silk thread, there was an instant flicker between his brows and his eyes. Cold, this is no ordinary silk thread!

Just a slight twist of the wrist, the silk thread suddenly tightened as if it was alive, and the strength cut the bottom silk threads into the flesh, and the painful pain made Zhuang Yan couldn't help but frown.

The door of the room was suddenly opened, and the person standing at the door couldn't see clearly because of the shadow, but the extremely uncomfortable rotten breath lingered along the wind direction between the solemn mouth and nose.

Secretly wondering, this person is not He Fuming!

"Who are you?" asked solemnly.

The man shook for a while, and then let out a strange laugh, his voice was like a radio with poor signal reception, it was terribly harsh.

"Who the hell are you? Why did you arrest me?" Zhuang Yan asked again.

The man still smiled strangely, as if unwilling to answer his question.

A strange idea suddenly appeared in Zhuang Yan's heart, and he slowly stood up from the ground. The person who arrested him didn't tie his feet, which made him a little relieved.

In order to prove the conjecture in his heart, he deliberately moved one step forward, but the figure didn't move, and the laughter continued, so he continued to take two steps forward, the figure just shook, and still had no other reaction. . . . .Zhuang Yan already understood the general idea in his heart, he said it too late, then he raised his leg and gave a side kick, which hit the target, and the man fell straight backwards without even humming.

With a solemn face and a stern face, he approached and raised his toes to step on the man's body. As expected, the touch under his feet was far from that of the flesh, soft, exuding the smell of decaying and fermented plants. Scarecrow in a suit.

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The strange laugh came from the scarecrow again.

This time, Zhuang Yan didn't hesitate, he raised his foot and stepped hard on the scarecrow to make a big hole, and rolled out a square talker from inside, from which the voice came out.

"He Fuming, it's you, I know it's you, let me go, or I'll make your death ugly..."

The laughter over there stopped, and it took a while for the same piercing voice to come out: "I am, 嗞嗞嗞...嗞嗞..."

The interlocutor was disturbed by something, and the words behind the man turned into a mess of garbled characters. When the interfering sound ended, the man seemed to have terminated the conversation.

Majestic stared at the talker on the ground for a while, then looked up at the darker aisle, no matter who that person is, there must be a purpose for arresting him, and now the wide open door, the scarecrow, and the talker, do they indicate That person wants to play an escape game with him?

That being the case, why not accept it?It's just that he will make that person understand that the price for him to participate in the game is very high.