Slag Gong wants to eat back grass [Quick Transmigration]

It's just that his mind is still not clear, he can't remember anything clearly, and he has no concept of time.

The doctor will treat him every day, and gradually, he can come out of the closed state and observe the outside situation.

After two months of treatment, Fan Qinghe took him home.

In order to prevent him from being harmed again, Fan Qinghe stayed by his side every day, cooking meals for him, washing and changing clothes for him.

Seven days later, Qin Zhuang moved his vocal cords, which had not trembled for a long time, and called out Fan Qinghe's name.

Chapter 10 Prison Bird (10) "Don't worry, I will make him pay the price." Fan Qinghe said such harsh words, but hugged his head with extremely gentle strength, and kissed him lightly between the eyebrows .

"You can talk now?" Fan Qinghe said with a hint of joy, as if he was really happy for him.

Qin Zhuang nodded in a rare way, raised his finger to hook Fan Qinghe's palm, and wrote Lu Hanjiang's name stroke by stroke in the palm of that person.

Fan Qinghe: "He hurt you?"

Qin Zhuang nodded.

"Don't worry, I'll make him pay the price." Fan Qinghe said such harsh words, but hugged his head with extremely gentle strength, and kissed him lightly between the eyebrows.

Qin Zhuang was completely at ease.

After living with Fan Qinghe, Qin Zhuang's life was so monotonous that it was almost impoverished. Apart from waiting for news, cooperating with the family doctor's examination, and taking medicine, he just ate, bathed, and slept day after day.

He didn't let him throw away the clothes when he left.What he thought was that if he could go to court with that person one day, the blood stains on his clothes and the rape would be the best evidence.

For more than two months, Qin Zhuang still couldn't get out of the shadow of the past. Lu Hanjiang's rape and the beatings of those subordinates reappeared in his dreams day by day.

He thought he could ignore it, but that memory was engraved in his mind like a seal, and when there was no one at night, it would be like a ghost spewing out, desperately entangled.

In such repeated mental torture, only when he stayed with Fan Qinghe could he gain a moment of respite.

Perhaps subconsciously, he regarded this person as a salvation, a benefactor, and a hope of escape.

In the case of resisting everything, Fan Qinghe became the only channel for him to learn about the outside world.

Fan Qinghe told Qin Zhuang that Lu Hanjiang had run away, and he was sending people to look for him.

Qin Zhuang didn't suspect him, he wanted to tell all his worries, but he was afraid that Fan Qinghe would despise him.

In a quiet afternoon, when Fan Qinghe was holding him and blowing the wind on the balcony, Qin Zhuang suddenly asked him: "Do you think I'm disgusting?"

Fan Qinghe asked back: "Why do you say that?"

When he glimpsed the inferiority complex hidden in Qin Zhuang's eyes, he unconsciously softened his tone: "They hurt you, and it has nothing to do with you. What should end is their future, not your life."

Seeing that Qin Zhuang was still unhappy, Fan Qinghe was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Let me tell you a story, a... very clichéd story. There is a rich and young man in a big family. He is the only son in the family. He only knows how to eat, drink and play all his life, and he can live a happy life."

He sighed and said: "But things are not always like this. His father raised several lovers outside and gave birth to several children. One of them is older than him, so he can be regarded as his elder brother."

Qin Zhuang knew that this elder brother was the other protagonist of the story. Seeing that Fan Qinghe hadn't continued for a long time, he couldn't help but urged: "What happened next?"

"Later, in order to fight for power and avoid future troubles, this elder brother used some unscrupulous means to lure the rich and the young into the front-line barracks. It was a coincidence that he was caught in the flames of war, and the hired gangsters took advantage of it. Luan pretended to be an enemy and captured him, and deliberately cut off the possibility of his descendants during the torture." Fan Qinghe said here, holding Qin Zhuang's hand and reaching below himself, behind the crotch pad used to cover up between his legs, Nothing.

In Qin Zhuang's astonished eyes, Fan Qinghe continued: "The rich and young are spoiled and spoiled, how can they bear this kind of crime. He has no way to go to the sky and nowhere to go to the earth in the hands of those people, and it took a lot of hard work to contact him. The people on the mother's side are looking forward to reinforcements."

"Brother is too immature after all, thinking that after getting rid of the rich and the young, he will have a chance to be in the top position. But he doesn't know that all relationships are based on interests, and his mother's family is no match for others, no matter how many tricks Tricks, there is no way to reach the sky in one step."

After learning of Fan Qinghe's secret past, Qin Zhuang didn't show any distaste, but tightened his arms and said to him with a look of sympathy mixed with distress: "Your brother, where are you now?" ? Did he get the punishment he deserved?"

Fan Qinghe patted his head, as if thanking him for his understanding, and replied: "Now, it should be in a red light district in country H. Yesterday's cause, today's fruit."

Qin Zhuang: "Did you do it?"

Fan Qinghe paused for a moment, and said again: "No, it was my grandfather who did it. What's wrong?"

"No." After listening to his story, Qin Zhuang was filled with emotions, but it is undeniable that among these emotions, heartache accounts for the majority.

Fan Qinghe rubbed the top of his head and asked with a smile, "What about now? Do you think I should dislike you, or you should dislike me?"

"I don't dislike it." Qin Zhuang said firmly, then straightened his body and stretched his neck, leaning in front of Fan Qinghe and kissing the corner of his lips lightly.His movements are as gentle as a butterfly falling into a flower bush, and when he bends down to kiss the petals, he is full of love and affection.

"I love you, Qinghe, I love you." He looked up at Fan Qinghe slightly, his eyes filled with dazzling frost and snow, his whole body was like a bunch of flowers blooming from the mud, quietly Sheng placed in front of Fan Qinghe.

[System prompt: The main character Fan Qinghe loves +30, and the current love value is 45. 】

Fan Qinghe tapped the back of Qin Zhuang's head, and kissed him back slowly: "Thank you."

Qin Zhuang was intoxicated in the joy of being entangled with his breath, and didn't think carefully about what he was thanking.If Qin Zhuang still had half of his sense at that time, he would know that true lovers would not express their thanks in this way.

Just when Qin Zhuang thought that life would continue to be peaceful like this, the reality played a huge joke on him.

The few people who were in the garage of Lu's family turned against the generals and accused Qin Zhuang of seducing and sexually assaulting them.Because three of them were students of N University, the former teachers and students of both parties added a class nature to this matter.

When Qin Zhuang heard about this from Fan Qinghe, he was so angry that he almost fainted.

He never imagined that someone would be so shameless that it would not matter to hurt him, but would turn black and white and pour dirty water on him.

Fan Qinghe knew that his mood had just stabilized, and he was afraid that he would fall into the previous situation again, so he hurriedly said: "Qin Zhuang, don't be afraid, justice is at ease, let me handle it."

Qin Zhuang clenched his hand so hard that Fan Qinghe couldn't help but frowned. It was the first time in several months that Qin Zhuang spoke to Fan Qinghe in such a begging tone: "Qinghe, you must Help me, I don't know who else I can rely on except you."

This is indeed the truth. The reason why Qin Zhuang didn't call the police or sue these days is really powerless.

Those things brought him too much blow, if Fan Qinghe hadn't been by his side to accompany and enlighten him, I'm afraid he would have collapsed after the incident happened.

The author has something to say: Fan Qinghe lied, he was the one in charge of dealing with the elder brother.

Qin Zhuang: If I had known that saying "I love you" would add so much, I would have told him ten times.

Fan Qinghe: Slag Gong disdains.jpg

感谢在2020-07-1411:26:47~2020-07-2001:02:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 395616181;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 414042494;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

Chapter 11 Prison Bird (11) Even if the blade is already hanging above his head, as long as he hides in Qing He's arms, he can sit back and relax.

Furthermore, for Fan Qinghe, it is easier to find a lawyer and do legal consultation, and people like him are more familiar with this operation.

People like Qin Zhuang, even if they have a small amount of savings, can't withstand repeated losses, and are likely to be exhausted before finding a good lawyer.

Qin Zhuang didn't want to seek anything from Fan Qinghe, professional things can only be done by professional people, and he will work hard to make money to repay any expenses in the future. , then fell into the abyss again.

"Okay, I will definitely find all the evidence, bring them to justice, and return your innocence." Fan Qinghe agreed in this way, and began to help Qin Zhuang deal with it.

After all, it was a matter closely related to his own life, Qin Zhuang didn't dare to let it go like before, and asked Fan Qinghe countless times about the progress of the matter.

In order to reassure him, Fan Qinghe directly invited the lawyer to his home, and asked the lawyer to explain to Qin Zhuang little by little the advantages he has and the role the existing evidence can play.

After doing this again and again, Qin Zhuang finally calmed down and stopped disturbing Fan Qinghe, and let him plan for himself.

On the eve of the trial, Qin Zhuang thought about it and made a bold decision.

He decided to give Fan Qinghe a gift to repay that person for his help and caring these days.

Although such a body is not a very good thing, although Fan Qinghe may not want it, but he already has nothing.

money?Fan Qinghe should despise the little capital in his hands.

promise?Promises are also worthless when they are in danger.

He can only give this, and only this.

That night, after taking a shower, Qin Zhuang came out wrapped in a towel, and pulled Fan Qinghe who had just finished rushing about his affairs to sit beside him.

It is undeniable that such Qin Zhuang is very beautiful.

When he knelt in front of Fan Qinghe, he was somewhat shy and shy, but more calm.

Like a sacrificial offering, he exposed his damp young face in front of his patron saint, his cheeks glowed with a crystal clear and warm peach color, rippling from his lips to the tips of his ears.

Fan Qinghe stepped back unconsciously.

Since bringing Qin Zhuang into this room, he hasn't really touched this person while comforting and healing.

The damaged body has always been the source of his troubles. He knows that he can't be completely integrated with Qin Zhuang. Even if they hug and kiss when they get along, they will never make it to the last step. Such a "gift".

Seeing Fan Qinghe's retreat, Qin Zhuang's eyes flashed a hurt look, he thought Fan Qinghe was worrying about those things, and asked anxiously: "Don't you like me?"

Fan Qinghe raised his eyes and looked at Qin Zhuang. He admitted that he had desires for Qin Zhuang, but heartbeat and action were never the same thing.

And no matter how interested he is, as long as his blood flows down, it will disappear without a trace like dye flowing into the sea.Whenever he thought of this, nothing but hatred remained in his heart.

Seeing how Qin Zhuang was about to cry, Fan Qinghe stretched out his hand to embrace him, and whispered to him: "How is that possible? I cherish you so much, I'm afraid that if you use a little force, you will be broken."

While talking about love without arrangement, he put a tender and tender kiss on Qin Zhuang's eyebrows.

Qin Zhuang didn't give him a chance to regret it, and moved his body upwards to make the four lips stick together.

"Qinghe, I want you." He spat out sticky and wet words between kisses, as light as spring flowers blooming in the morning light caressing the dew on his cheeks, he looked straight at Fan Qinghe like a believer praying to the Lord : "I tried my best to wash it very clean... I want to erase all the past... I just want to achieve such a relationship with you..."

"I understand." Fan Qinghe interrupted him and said, "I'm just afraid of hurting you."

Qin Zhuang's apprehension and uneasiness completely disappeared in front of Fan Qinghe's light words.With tears in his eyes, he kissed Fan Qinghe's lips again.

"Qinghe, my body and my heart are all yours. They will always be yours." He took off his bathrobe in front of Fan Qinghe. Become Fan Qinghe's person.

He wanted Fan Qinghe to help him wash away the humiliation of that period, and also to let this scarred heart find a real destination.

In his eyes, Fan Qinghe is synonymous with "omnipotent".Qin Zhuang knew that he would have a way to do it, even if Fan Qinghe was disabled, he could think of other ways...

Thinking of this, Qin Zhuang blushed again.

"Do you really not regret it?" Seeing him teasing again and again, Fan Qinghe was finally moved.The deep and hoarse voice revealed the unrest in his heart.

Qin Zhuang smiled and shook his head: "I don't regret it."

Fan Qinghe pushed with both hands, and Fanke suppressed him on the bed, and turned off the light.

At this moment, they were no longer the redeemer and the rescued, but just two ordinary men. In order to make the two hearts get closer, they tore off the cloak of civilization that belonged to human beings, and did such simple and intimate things.

This may be the happiest night in Qin Zhuang's life.

The night light in the bedroom was neither too bright nor too dark, just at the right temperature, it was crushed into two bright blue lights in his eyes, like morning stars cast in it.

He should feel guilty, after all, he is such a lowly person like dust, no matter what, he can be regarded as superior to Fan Qinghe.

Not to mention the lawsuit hanging over his head, and the dim future.

forget about it.

The big deal is not to be a teacher in the future, learn some other knowledge, and work hard to support yourself.

No matter how gloomy the past is, we must work hard to resist it.What's more, he was accompanied by Qing He.

He will record all the details of what happened on this day. This is a memory that belongs only to the two of them, and it cannot be erased by any torment and pain.

Qing He also loves him, such fiery eyes, such gentle expression, all show that he cares about him.

When he saw Zheng Lainong so passionately, Qin Zhuang even wanted to live with him like this for the rest of his life.

How lucky he is to meet such a person in the long river of time, who is willing to believe in him, protect him, and devote himself to him wholeheartedly.

Even if the blade is already hanging above his head, as long as he hides in Qing He's arms, he can sit back and relax.

Although life is still so long, there are countless springs, summers, autumns and winters, and unpredictable ups and downs, his thoughts are so naive and ridiculous.

But at least at that moment, Qin Zhuang, who handed over the rest of his life to Fan Qinghe to run together, had no fate and no regrets.

"Qing He, I love you." He uttered hoarse love words in a hoarse voice, pouring out his heart to the lover he identified.

"I know." A steady and firm voice.

That's good.Thinking about it, Qin Zhuang laughed in relief.

Chapter 12 Prison Bird (12) is different from the tenderness and sweetness of last night. At this moment, he is still smiling, but it seems so alienated and false, as if that smiling face is just a mask that is worn and taken away.

I don't know how long this battle lasted, but Qin Zhuang was so tired that he couldn't even lift a finger, and his throat was sore from chanting for a long time, and Fan Qinghe had to do even small things like cleaning his body.

Like a child just out of the mother's womb, he is extremely dependent on Fan Qinghe.As soon as he regained some strength, he couldn't wait to reach out and hold the man's fingers, wanting him to embrace him and fall asleep.

"It's okay, I'm not leaving." It was a familiar voice, with a little doting and helplessness, following the footsteps back and forth, Fan Qinghe came over with a cup of hot milk and brought it to Qin Zhuang's mouth.

Qin Zhuang didn't even open his eyelids, half leaned on Fan Qinghe's lap and drank the whole cup, letting Fan Qinghe wipe off the milk stains on his lips like a good baby, and then fell asleep on the soft velvet cushion.

[System prompt: The main character Fan Qinghe loves +15, and the current love value is 60. 】

This sleep was too sweet, and when his eyes regained his vision, Qin Zhuang realized that he was sleeping on the cold marble steps.

There were noisy voices beside him, and someone was calling him in.

where to go?

Qin Zhuang didn't know why, but he still followed the instructions of those people and walked in. After passing through many gates, he found that there was a court at the end.

Maybe because he slept for too long, his body and brain couldn't coordinate accurately, and his eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of fog, making everything blurry.

dock?Is this where he falls?

Qin Zhuang scratched his palms, trying to distinguish whether it was a dream or reality in that slight dull pain.

Until he saw clearly the plaintiff's seat facing him far away, and saw the three familiar faces, his voice was completely hoarse and dead in his throat.

It's them, they're back...

Qin Zhuang's breath trembled violently, but he couldn't make a sound.What happened in the garage that day flashed through his mind, broken clothes, sarcasm and ridicule, dirty blood, the sound of the shutter being pressed...

Even though there was nothing in his stomach, Qin Zhuang couldn't help retching.

It's a nightmare, right? If I wake up from the dream, all this will disappear, right?

He hurried back, but was stopped by someone. During the dispute, his eyes glanced at the auditorium, and when he bumped into a familiar figure, he suddenly stopped.

Fan Qinghe.

Different from the tenderness last night, he is still smiling at this moment, but it looks so alienated and false, as if that smiling face is just a mask that can be worn and taken away at will.

So Qin Zhuang's resistance fell silent, he lowered his head and stared at his toes, like a prey caught in a snare, falling into complete confusion.

Is it a dream?Or is it a harsher reality than in the past?

Qin Zhuang spread out his left hand, looking at the wound scratched by his nails, and a little blood gushing out.

He didn't look at Fan Qinghe again, he was afraid that if he continued to look at it, he would not be able to help but cry.

Didn't you say that you can help him solve it?

Didn't it mean that it would prove his innocence?

So what are you doing laughing at him now?

Qin Zhuang tried his best to stand up straight, but he was already on the verge of falling.

As the defendant, he still has the same lawyer that Fan Qinghe hired, but under the relentless pursuit of the prosecution lawyer, the defense he made seemed so feeble.

Turning all advantages into disadvantages, only Fan Qinghe can do it.

Qin Zhuang has never been a bold person, but at this moment of life and death that decides the future, he has accumulated enough courage, and said: "No, they tortured me!"

The whole court was in uproar.

Qin Zhuang talked about what happened that day, how Lu Hanjiang, a student, kidnapped him, and what kind of torture these people inflicted on him when he was about to escape...

Those scars that had just healed were torn apart by himself, and blue-red pus and blood gushed out from the affected area, exuding a foul stench.And while trembling in pain, he defended himself.

With the knock of the judge's hammer, all the uproar stopped.

He heard those who held the power over his life and death ask, "Where's the evidence?"

Yeah, where's the evidence?

His torn clothes, photos of wounds on his body, and leftovers from that day were all kept in Fan Qinghe's hands.Similarly, if that person wanted to destroy the evidence, he would just raise his hand.

Qin Zhuang looked at Fan Qinghe, and saw that Shi Shiran stood up after the man adjusted his suit, and said loudly: "I testify that it was Qin Zhuang who took advantage of his position to seduce||rape several of his fellow students."

Qin Zhuang was hit in the head by a hammer weighing over [-] jin in a daze, and his whole brain went blank.

How could he be so stupid, how could he place all his bets on one person.He foolishly ate that bite of candy, but was pierced full of mouthfuls by the blade hidden inside.

The eyes blinded by love finally became clear at this moment.

It turns out that the so-called rescue, companionship, and love are all fake.It was just a trick to lure him into the trap, and when he gave everything, it was time to close the net.

Fan Qinghe still didn't think it was enough, and he was still stabbing Qin Zhuang in the heart: "And this teacher Qin has a drug smoking record. I have a blood sample taken from xx Hospital, as well as the test report."

Qin Zhuang propped his hands on the dock, and his feet could no longer stand firmly.

He didn't... didn't smoke...

If I had to say yes, it would be the strange pills those four people gave themselves in the garage back then...

All the broken clues were strung together at this moment, the sudden beating, drug feeding, and taking pictures.He originally thought that Lu Hanjiang was the culprit of the whole incident, but it turned out that his pillow was the one.

With the submission of the evidence held by the plaintiff and Fan Qinghe, the witness, the victory gradually tilted to their side.

No matter how hysterical Qin Zhuang is, how he professes his innocence, how much he scolds Fan Qinghe for his betrayal in tears, in the eyes of others, this is all his one-man show, or is it a mental patient going crazy on the spot?

When the judge pronounced the final verdict, Qin Zhuang finally passed out from exhaustion, as if the electricity had been cut off, as if his bones had been convulsed, and he was completely limp.

This stupor lasted for a long time, and the darkness seemed to swallow up the rest of his life, chewing this broken body into mud.

Until the severe pain came, he jumped up immediately in pain.

He was handcuffed behind his back, and all he could see was the ankle of a strange man, and the walls were cold concrete walls, nothing else.

Seeing that he was awake, the man's iron rod fell down again, slamming on his waist.

Qin Zhuang instinctively dodged to the side, raised his hands to protect his head and face, but was quickly caught up by that man, and he hit his muscles with all his strength.

Qin Zhuang couldn't help screaming, but what confused him even more was why did this man beat him?

no answer.

The atrocities continued for a long time, until his mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and until his flesh and bones were full of pain, the man finally stopped, turned around, opened the cell door, and welcomed the real customer in.

It was still Fan Qinghe.

Chapter 13 Prisoner Bird (13) "I thought it would take more work, but I didn't expect you to be hooked so easily... Do you think you are born to be a bitch? Hmm? You bitch."

Qin Zhuang was forced to collide with his eyes, one was full of confusion, pain, and injury, and the other had a slight smile from the beginning to the end, as if this was such a funny drama.

"Why?" Qin Zhuang asked him, swallowing the blood in his mouth.

While the door was locked, Fan Qinghe dragged his chair slowly and sat down, condescendingly admiring Qin Zhuang's ugly appearance.

He played with the iron rod he just brought from the thug with both hands, and said to Qin Zhuang, "Why? I thought you were going to cry, but it turned out that I had to wait."

"Now—" Fan Qinghe dragged his tone and said with a smile: "We can continue to tell the story."

He didn't ask Qin Zhuang if he wanted to hear it, but said to himself: "There is still a part of the story that has been missed. The elder brother has set up a trap, but the rich and the young have always been at odds with him, so it is not so easy to invite the king into the urn. In order to let the rich and the young Let your guard down, Big Brother specially placed an undercover agent beside him, an eloquent and good-looking man."

"Fu Shao was born in a big family. What kind of men and women have never seen before, but they are attracted by the man's style and fell into it. Fu Shao really thought about spending a lifetime with him, because of a man's words words, even the stars can be plucked for him.”

Fan Qinghe crushed Qin Zhuang's face with the soles of his feet, as if stepping that man back into the sand, his heart was full of revenge-like pleasure.

"But the man betrayed him later, and became the pusher and accomplice of his elder brother's plan, making Fu Shao's life worse than death. When Fu Shao came back to look for him, he slipped away like a rat who heard the news. Fu Shao Naturally, the young master refused to obey, and tried his best to find him out. Eight years later, I found him."

"The man hid in a remote, dilapidated village. He married a strange woman and gave birth to a son. The man knew that if he fell into the hands of the rich and the young, he would be worse than death, so he drank it before the rich and the young did it. The medicine committed suicide. Fu Shao is very sorry, after all, torturing a corpse is far less enjoyable than torturing a living person."

"After Fu Shao came to power, he began to settle the accounts that harmed him one by one, killing those who plotted against him one by one. But the depression that year has not been relieved, he can only look for various Substitutes, those who look like men and have similar temperaments, vent || desires on them."

"It wasn't until the man's son grew up that the rich and the young realized that he had let go of the most worthy person and went for the second best. In terms of origin, isn't the man's son the best substitute?"

"The blood is as dirty as that person's, and he looks seventy-eight times like that person, and he is so innocent and pure that it makes people laugh. Father's debt is paid by son, it's only right and proper."

"Fu Shao doesn't want to look too rough, he wants to play a game. The man cheated his heart and ruined his life at the beginning, so he will retaliate." Fan Qinghe tilted his head and looked at Qin Zhuang, using A tone full of malice and mockery said: "I thought it would take more effort, after all, I didn't make any preparations when I met you, but I didn't want you to be hooked so easily... You said you were Aren't you born a bitch? Huh? A bitch."

Are you mean?

Obviously his heart was dying of pain, but Qin Zhuang couldn't help laughing.

It turned out that all his fragility, pain and humiliation were just a game in Fan Qinghe's eyes.Including this love, which he carefully kept, for fear of being stained with any taint, was also abandoned by him.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny? You're crying, what's the point of not crying." Fan Qinghe condescended to get off the chair, squatted beside Qin Zhuang, raised his face with an iron bar, and said, "Then Everyone was found by me, isn’t it a surprise?”

He sneered again: "It's a pity, you like being a teacher so much, and if you commit a crime, you can no longer be on the podium? What do you want to do in the future? Send you to my elder brother, and have nothing to do with him. Is it okay to 'work' day and night?"

Qin Zhuang heard a slight shattering sound coming from his chest, as if all his dreams and hopes were shattered in this more vicious sentence.

When Fan Qinghe approached him, he spat fiercely at him and cursed with a bloody smile, "Eunuch!"

These two words are like a primer, successfully pulling out all the darkness and viciousness hidden in Fan Qinghe's heart, brewing in his eyes a storm capable of destroying everything.

He grabbed Qin Zhuang's hair and forced his head to hit the hard concrete floor again and again, cursing as he knocked: "Eunuch? I'm an eunuch, so what are you? A bastard for an eunuch!"

He ignored Qin Zhuang's bloody nose from being knocked down, and committed atrocities more and more ruthlessly.He finally tore off the so-called gentle mask, exposing a rotten and pus-filled soul inside.

After playing enough, he brought his lips to Qin Zhuang's ear, like a god of death waving a sickle, and said slowly: "Don't be afraid, I won't send you so far. The prey should be kept in front of your eyes. Playing with your own hands is the only way to have fun. If your father, Izumi, knew, he would be very satisfied with my arrangement."

[System prompt: The main character Fan Qinghe loves +10, and the current love value is 70. 】

It was a very painful memory, so painful that Qin Zhuang didn't even dare to recall it, for fear of falling into such darkness again.

But how much better is the situation now than it was then?

Qin Zhuang was lying on the bay window on the second floor of the suburban villa in Fanqinghe, not far away was the blue sky.

It's a pity that the stainless steel window frame is too cold, cutting the sky into countless fragments—like being in a bigger prison.

His sweaty body trembled violently, his finger bones turned white, and he desperately endured the pain from his body.

Fan Qinghe didn't realize it, and even closed his teeth, biting a fresh wound on his shoulder.

I don't know when it started, Qin Zhuang got used to such cruel behaviors, and he didn't even have other emotions other than patience.

Did you accept your fate?Or are you heartbroken?

Qin Zhuang didn't know.

He only knew that since he was locked in this room, something went wrong with his eyes.

Everything reflected in his eyes lost its color, as if covered by a layer of fog, it became either gray or white.

He didn't tell Fan Qinghe, would it be useful to tell him?

The owner doesn't care about the prison bird's preferences, as long as it can eat and provide him with entertainment, that's enough.

The cage is here, he can't escape, and he doesn't want to die, so he can only sing for his master day by day, and when Fan Qinghe gets tired of playing, or a miracle happens, he can free himself.

The evil in Qin Zhuang's body was an iron rod.

Fan Qinghe licked the newly bitten tooth marks on Qin Zhuang's shoulder, and said to him: "Do you like it? That day, I also tossed you with this thing. Today is the third anniversary of you and me, and I want you to recall it That wonderful feeling."

Chapter 14 Prison Bird (14) "Be good these days, if I find you run away again, you know the consequences." Fan Qinghe turned his back to the light, his face was hidden in the darkness when he said these words, like a man from hell Creep out of the devil.

what does it feel likeDesperate?Qin Zhuang thought.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Fan Qinghe was obviously a little impatient, and turned his body almost roughly, seeing that he was motionless like a dead person, and he slapped him with his backhand.

With a crisp "pa", Qin Zhuang's face was slapped crookedly, the corners of his lips were cracked, and blood began to protrude.

Fan Qinghe didn't expect to get any answer, so he pushed all the way to the end, and didn't continue until Qin Zhuang retched in pain.

After Huan Ai, Fan Qinghe bathed him, his movements were neither gentle nor presumptuous, more like washing an inanimate object rather than a flesh and blood person.

While drying his hair, Fan Qinghe suddenly became interested in chatting again, and asked him, "Why don't you talk?"

If Fan Qinghe took the initiative to speak, it was often just for fun.Qin Zhuang also had the right to choose to answer or not to answer. If he answered well, Fan Qinghe would bring him some small things he liked as gifts. If he answered badly, he would be beaten or abused.

Qin Zhuang gradually learned to be smarter, and sometimes he really didn't want to talk to him, so he chose to remain silent.As time passed, his words became less and less, and his throat seemed to be glued together, and he couldn't utter any more words.

This time Fan Qinghe did not choose to let him go, but said again: "Are you competing with me?"

Qin Zhuang shook his head.

Fan Qinghe knelt down to meet him at eye level, and reached out to touch his cheek.

Qin Zhuang didn't overreact, he seemed to be looking back at Fan Qinghe, but he didn't seem to be looking at anything.In many cases, he is like a puppet in human form, his soul is stored in an inescapable shell, and all he can wait for is to grow old.

"Tell me a love story." Fan Qinghe demanded.

Qin Zhuang moved his lips. Since he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was inevitably hoarse, like fingernails scratching a rough board: "I love you."

Fan Qinghe frowned, and said angrily, "Why don't you have any feelings at all?"

Qin Zhuang was startled, his right hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, and the newly grown nails easily hurt the palm of his hand.

This is his habitual action when he is uncomfortable or in pain, and Fan Qinghe is obviously aware of this, so he didn't pursue and beat him fiercely, but just separated his fingers.

Xu had vented enough just now, Fan Qinghe didn't pursue his fault, just stroked his black hair like a dog, and drove him back to the bedroom.

There is no bed in the bedroom, only an alloy "birdcage" that belongs to him.

Speaking of this cage, there is also a long history.The most direct reason for its appearance here is none other than Qin Zhuang's numerous escapes.

Even though he was treated as a plaything by Fan Qinghe and lost his personal freedom, Qin Zhuang never gave up on running away.

When he was arrested for the first time, Fan Qinghe beat him for a whole night, and only when he was about to die did he call the doctor for emergency treatment.

When he ran away for the second time, because he couldn't distinguish between traffic lights, he was knocked down by a car before he ran far, and his right leg was crushed.

Later, Fan Qinghe specially vacated a room, welded anti-theft windows on the outside of the windows, and custom-made a two-meter-high circular cage in the room.

The cage has been replaced with an iron one, and also