Chapter 27 Do you believe that you can strangle yourself to death in minutes?
Tang Xiaoyun was thrown heavily onto the bed by Tan Tai Lie. Since pillows in ancient times were all hard products, his head hit the pillow with a "bang" and he curled up in pain.
[This son of a bitch, this is murder! ]
He was knocked unconscious from the fall and it took him a long time to recover.
When Tan Tai Lie heard this, he snorted and his movements became more rough.
Grabbing his ankle and pulling it down hard, Tang Xiaoyun felt a sharp pain in his ankle, as if it was clamped by an iron clamp. Then a huge force came and pulled him uncontrollably.
His heart suddenly rose to his throat, and fear followed him like a shadow, as if he was a dead leaf swaying in the wind, and could be torn into pieces at any time by this brutal force.
He raised his foot with all his strength and tried to kick Tan Tai Lie away, but he was caught by him again as soon as he raised it, and then he sat down and pressed on him.
Without warning, the hot lips pressed heavily on Tang Xiaoyun's neck, with an irresistible cruelty on his face, as if he wanted to forcibly imprint his will on the other person.
Tang Xiaoyun's eyes widened instantly, filled with fear and anger, and his cheeks flushed red with shame.
His body froze, his heart pounding in his chest, and all he could hear was his own ragged, rapid breathing.
[You beast, are you serious? ]
Hearing this, Tan Tai Lie stopped moving, raised his head and stared at Tang Xiaoyun's face, which was blushing because of the atmosphere, and said coldly: "It seems you still have the energy to curse!"
After saying that, Tan Tai Lie waved his hand, and the bed curtain fell, blocking out the light from the outside.
The house was filled with beauty, while outside, a strong wind blew, making the window frames rattle, as if accompanying the tense atmosphere inside the house...
After sleeping in bed for half a day, Tang Xiaoyun slowly woke up. As soon as he turned his body, he felt a sharp pain and soreness in his lower back.
"Well…!"
He half-supported himself and sat up, his whole body aching as if he had been run over by a truck.
"woke up?"
A familiar voice came from his ears. Tang Xiaoyun looked up and saw Tan Tai Lie standing by the bed with his clothes half opened.
He saw a few deep teeth marks on his snow-white chest. Looking down, he saw peach blossoms all over his body. Seeing the peach blossoms, he suddenly stopped, and the scenes he had just experienced suddenly flooded his mind.
He immediately covered his face with his hands in shame and anger, feeling grief and indignation in his heart: [I have maintained my innocence for over twenty years, and it was all ruined by this beast.]
Hearing this, Tan Tai Lie's mood brightened. He turned around, poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him, saying, "Drink some water to moisten your throat."
Looking at the tea he handed over, Tang Xiaoyun became more and more angry, thinking that he, a straight man, would one day suffer such humiliation.
Shame and humiliation surged in his heart. When Tan Tai Lie approached, he took advantage of his unpreparedness and swung his fist hard into his left eye.
"Bang!"
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard, and Tang Xiaoyun opened his eyes wide and looked at Tan Tai Lie lying on the ground unconscious in a daze.
"No, why are you pretending?"
“…”
Seeing that he didn't respond, Tang Xiaoyun slowly moved to the bedside, stretched out his foot and gently kicked Tan Tai Lie, but there was still no response.
"Dead?"
He quickly grabbed the robe beside him and put it on, then slid down from the bed and reached out to slap Tan Tai Lie's face: "Hey! Stop pretending to be dead, I didn't use that much force..."
"Bang!"
The door was pushed open forcefully, and a man with a scar on his face rushed in. "What happened?"
Tang Xiaoyun thought to himself: [It's over!]
"Master!"
The scarred man rushed to Tan Tai Lie's side. After he didn't respond no matter how he called out to him, he glared at Tang Xiaoyun and shouted to the outside of the hall: "Someone come, arrest him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two disciples dressed as warriors walked in and lifted Tang Xiaoyun up, one on the left and one on the right.
"No, I'm the victim. Why are you arresting me?"
He feels so wronged. Not only has his innocence been lost, but now he is being blamed. Why is his life so miserable?
The scarred man lifted Tan Tai Lie up and carried him back to the bed. Upon hearing Tang Xiaoyun's words, he snorted coldly and said, "You attacked the leader, you deserve the death penalty. Drag him away and lock him up first!"
"yes!"
After that, Tang Xiaoyun was forcibly dragged away by two disciples, and the next second he was imprisoned in the dungeon of the Demonic Cult...
In the dark, damp, straw-covered dungeon, Tang Xiaoyun huddled in a corner, staring at the food that had just been delivered.
It had been two days since he was locked up in this dungeon. He was afraid that someone had poisoned him, so he didn't eat a single bite of the food that was sent to him.
He had been starving like this for two days, and his stomach was growling with hunger. He was hesitating whether to die of gluttony or be poisoned to death.
After all, Tan Tai Lie was knocked down by him with one punch, and the Demonic Cult would definitely not let him go.
Just as I was thinking, I heard a yawn in my mind, and the system shouted in an extremely exaggerated voice: [Oh my God! Host, how did you get into this dark dungeon? I just took a nap, and you made such a big fuss for me?]
"Shut up." Tang Xiaoyun said weakly.
The system ignored Tang Xiaoyun's status and asked in surprise: [Why are you locked up in the dungeon for no reason? What happened during the days I turned off my computer?]
Speaking of this, Tang Xiaoyun wanted to strangle this jerk to death. If it hadn't shut down for no reason, he wouldn't have had to suffer that kind of thing.
"Don't talk to me. If you ask me one more question, I'll strangle myself to death. Do you believe it?"
If he can’t kill the system, can he not kill himself?
The system waved its hands hastily, saying, "No, no, no, I won't ask anymore. 】
Without paying attention to what the system said next, Tang Xiaoyun stood up and walked to the front of the food to think deeply.
He has been locked up for two days, and Tan Tai Lie doesn't know whether he has woken up or not. If something really happens, the Demonic Cult will target him first.
If we continue like this, we will only end up dead.
"No, I have to escape!"
Hearing this, the system asked: [Are you going to escape again?]
"If I don't run away, am I going to die here? If you hadn't suddenly turned off your phone, would I have encountered this?"
The system choked. It knew that it had let Tang Xiaoyun down, but what could it do in this dilemma?
At this point, it was already deeply condemned by its conscience, and its voice unconsciously became softer: [Host, I know I was wrong.]
"Why……"
Tang Xiaoyun sighed and ignored it. Instead, he grabbed the wooden fence and shouted outside, "Oh no! The prisoner has been poisoned!!"
After saying that, he quickly lay down and pretended to be dead.
Not long after, he heard a heavy sound like an elephant stomping on the ground. The next second, a huge fat man appeared at the wooden fence, his voice rough and naive: "Hey! What's wrong with you?"
Tang Xiaoyun did not move, but slightly opened his eyes to peek at the guarding disciple, only to see that the disciple's figure was comparable to that of two of him.
【Why is he a fat man? 】
He originally thought that the disciple would be well-proportioned, so he would have a chance of defeating the opponent.
But now with this tonnage and physique, how can he knock him down?
Seeing Tang Xiaoyun lying motionless on the ground, the guarding disciple hurriedly took out the key and opened the cell door.
He walked over to Tang Xiaoyun with his elephant legs, then squatted down, shook his body and asked, "Hey, wake up, wake up quickly?"
Tang Xiaoyun felt dizzy from his shaking and wanted to continue pretending to be dead, but now that the opportunity was right in front of him, how could he give up?
So, when the disciple got closer, Tang Xiaoyun suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand, and slashed at the back of the disciple's neck with a knife.
The disciple felt pain and covered the back of his neck, cursing, "It hurts! Why did you hit me?"
Tang Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment. He looked at his disciple, then at his own hand: [No, isn't it true that on TV, people always faint after just one chop? How come he's fine?]
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