Zhou Xiang raised his hand to call the waiter, changed two cups of hot coffee, and looked at Ling Ran. The person who asked them to come was so cautious, it seemed that he had no choice but to be drugged.

Since the coffee is problematic, this cafe probably belongs to that person. They don’t even have the possibility to take the antidote. Who knows where the other party is monitoring them!

Looking at the two people lying on the table, the waiter closed the door of the coffee shop.

When Zhou Xiang woke up, she felt cold all over. She wanted to move, but found that her limbs were locked with iron chains. The reason she was cold was that she was fixed to the cold iron bed.

She heard the sound of iron chains beside her, and turned around. Lying on the iron bed not far from her was Ling Ran, who was also naked.

The couple looked at each other, and Ling Ran spoke, "Wife, how are you?"

Zhou Xiang shook his head. "What else can I do? I didn't expect this guy to be such a jerk. He didn't even dare to see us and just drugged us."

"Yeah! Is this what negotiation looks like?"

"Don't worry, I won't agree to anything he asks. We're already in this state. Even if Jiang Weizhong and Luo Mingyuan were alive, we can't save them. So let it be! If they can endure for decades, we can too. We'll be able to start our journey to the next life soon."

At this moment, the man's voice echoed in the quiet space, "Zhou Xiang, your method of provoking is quite good."

"Your turtle-shrinking skills are pretty good too. How long have you been practicing? Ah..."

Countless steel nails rose from the iron bed under Zhou Xiang, and blood quickly spread all over the bed, dripping onto the ground.

"Hahaha, how does it feel? Do you still think I can't do anything to you over the phone?"

"Wife!" Ling Ran looked at the large pool of blood under his wife with distress, "Beast, if you have the guts, come out. What are you hiding for? Ugh."

"Ling Ran."

Large amounts of blood began to appear under Ling Ran's body, and Zhou Xiang became anxious.

Ling Ran shook his head. "It's okay. He just wants to torture us. If he really wanted us to die, he wouldn't have gone to such great lengths."

"Hahaha, you are indeed the former King of Soldiers! Unfortunately, even the hardest bones will be bent by me."

"Ling Ran," Zhou Xiang winked at Ling Ran, "Ignore him. You know what's in a pervert's mind? The more you pay attention to him, the more he gets excited. Let him torture you! Let's just keep quiet and endure it."

"Okay! I'll see how long you can endure."

The sound died down, but the steel nails under Zhou Xiang and Ling Ran did not fall away.

After enduring for a while, Zhou Xiang simply closed his eyes and waited for fainting. Ling Ran followed suit. The pain had already numbed him, and he could only wait for the blood to decrease and he fainted.

When he woke up again, he had changed his place, a clean room, clean clothes, and his wounds had been treated with medicine, but Ling Ran was not there. Zhou Xiang sighed and lay down with his eyes closed.

Soon, she felt something was wrong. Her body started to feel hot and her heart felt like it was being scratched by a hundred claws.

The door opened, and a red-faced man walked in. He was well-proportioned and muscular, and his face was, well, okay! He was a handsome guy.

The man walked to the bed, stretched out his slender fingers, stroked Zhou Xiang's already hot body, and gently unbuttoned her clothes.

Staring at the man's handsome face with hazy eyes, Zhou Xiang raised his arms and put them around the man's neck.

Next door, Ling Ran, whose limbs were still tied, saw his wife's condition and wanted to rush over and beat up the man immediately.

Zhou Xiang raised her lips, wanting to kiss the man, but the man gently pushed her away and continued to tease her.

Zhou Xiang squinted his eyes and sneered in his heart, so wary?

Only when Zhou Xiang's eyes had lost focus did the man dare to hug her tightly in his arms. The next second, the man collapsed on the bed.

Zhou Xiang stood up, put his clothes in order, took off the bed sheet, tore it into strips, and tied up the man.

"You coward, believe it or not, if you piss me off, I won't accept anything you threaten me with."

"Hahaha, Zhou Xiang, you can't have such a bad temper!" The door opened and a man who looked exactly like the man just now walked in.

Zhou Xiang sneered, "Do you think I'm stupid? Sending your clones one by one? If you don't dare to show your true self, then don't try to test me. Let's just wait and see who can outlast the other."

The man who walked in paused, "Do you know the art of clones?"

"Nonsense," Zhou Xiang sneered, "Although I don't practice cultivation, I understand it thoroughly. Aren't you looking for me because of the changes in the Kong family?"

The man shook his head. “You are both right and wrong. I don’t want the two extremes of the Kong family.”

"I know," Zhou Xiang slowly approached the man, "What you want is eternal youth."

While the man was stunned by her words, Zhou Xiang jumped up and pounced on the man. At the moment when the man and herself fell to the ground, she knocked the man unconscious with a knife, tied him up with sheets and ropes, picked up the only stool in the room, and smashed it on the two men.

“No, no, no,” a panicked voice rang out from the room. “Don’t smash it, don’t smash it, I’ll let you go free.”

Zhou Xiang froze the stool he was holding. "What do you mean by freedom?"

“It’s the freedom here.”

"You're so shameless! You forced us to come here, then drugged us, abused us, and are using these things to negotiate with me? I won't accept that!"

Ling Ran next door didn't know how to express his feelings. He had clearly told his wife that he would show weakness to the enemy. Forget it, the other party should also know his wife's temper. Showing weakness to the enemy would only cause more suffering.

The voice said, "Even if you don't accept it, I can't let you out. You'll live here for the rest of your life anyway. If you don't want the freedom here, then go ahead and smash it!"

"Deal!" Zhou Xiang kicked the two tied men out. "Where's my husband?"

No one answered her again. Zhou Xiang didn't care and went back to her room to lie down.

Ling Ran smiled. His wife was doing well. He should be careful as it was his turn.

Sure enough, the beauty trap was also used on him. He knocked out four identical beauties in a row, and then the voice said in a sarcastic tone that he had passed the first level.

Is he crazy? Who played games with him?

The chains that secured his limbs unfastened automatically, and he hurried to the next door.

After lying down for a while and the effects of the medicine in her body gradually subsided, Zhou Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was also afraid that her body would not be able to survive the situation just now, but fortunately, she survived.

Since my mind was becoming clearer, I simply got up and checked the whole room. It was a windowless suite with a bathroom, wardrobe and dressing table.

It should be said that this is a double bed room similar to a hotel. It has everything that a hotel should have, and also things that it shouldn't have. For example, there are only hospital gowns and slippers in the closet, and no underwear or socks. For example, she is wearing a small hospital gown that is hollow inside.

There were iodine cotton balls and bandages in the drawer of the bedside table, and even a bag of unlabeled medicine powder. She opened it and smelled it. It was medicine for wounds, and it was of relatively inferior quality, of course, compared to her own medicine-making skills.