By the fourth day, Zhao Xiaoyue and the comic convention team were exhausted, as if all their strength had been drained away.
"Hey Zhao, if we're really going to die, do you think we can ever go back?"
After a pause, he muttered to himself, "There's no going back. I burned your body to ashes."
Zhao Xiaoyue: "!!!"
"You really burned it!"
The anime convention organizers nodded firmly. "Burn it!"
Zhao Xiaoyue: "What's wrong with your memory?"
The anime convention attendee also looked dejected, saying, "This weird memory seems to trigger a little bit of related memory every time I encounter a scene, but not much."
Zhao Xiaoyue sniffed the air. "How long can you hold your breath?"
At the comic convention, someone turned to ask, "What's wrong? I can probably only hold my breath for a few minutes."
Zhao Xiaoyue's expression instantly turned serious. "That's it, they've released poison gas."
The dungeon was surrounded by tiny air vents, from which wisps of white smoke rose.
Ten minutes later
"Little Moon, I can't hold on any longer." She fainted right after saying that at the comic convention.
"Electric eel! Electric eel, wake up!"
The white smoke continued to billow out, and Zhao Xiaoyue was certain that this was a highly effective sleeping gas.
Then she fainted too.
The third concubine saw someone faint on the monitor, so she opened the dungeon door and went inside.
The bodyguards following behind tied him up again with rope.
"Go get some water and wake them up."
Whoosh!
After a bucket of water was poured over them, Zhao Xiaoyue and the comic convention immediately woke up.
"Ahem, who is this? How rude of you!"
After coughing at the comic convention, he started cursing, and the bodyguard next to him punched him in the stomach.
The pain was so intense that he felt like his intestines had ruptured, and his face turned purple.
Damn it, why did you hit his stomach? He was already starving, now he's probably rotten.
Zhao Xiaoyue blinked calmly, wiping the water droplets off her face. It was just like a boomerang thrown out; it really did hit her.
Before, she would splash water on others; now, others are splashing water on her.
Who is this woman? Why does she seem so frivolous?
"Who are you, auntie? We don't seem to know each other, and we have no grudge against each other. Why are you tying us up?"
Once he calmed down from the comic convention, he got angry: "You beautiful auntie over there, you must be sick, but we don't need your life-saving medicine."
"Or have you developed presbyopia and can't recognize people, so you've mistakenly arrested us?"
"State your name! Who are you? Who are you?"
"Look at you, all spineless! How come you just got off a man's belly? Looks like you're a spineless coward too!"
The third concubine, leaning back in her chair: "!!!"
“Look, look, now it’s like a sewer that wasn’t shut off properly, and it’s crawling up here and there, twisting and turning.”
The third concubine, who had just sat up, exclaimed: "!!!"
"Oh dear, now you've become the lookout weasel again."
Xue Fangfei finally couldn't take it anymore and yelled, "Shut up!"
He then told his bodyguard, "Beat his mouth up."
Zhao Xiaoyue was momentarily stunned, but then the venomous snakes attacked again.
Upon hearing that another comic convention was going to happen, she said directly, "Pretty auntie, can you tell us what we did to offend you? So that we can die knowing why."
The third concubine slightly raised her hand, and the bodyguard stopped in front of the comic convention.
At this moment, Zhao Xiaoyue truly had no energy to say anything unnecessary or make any unnecessary movements.
I was so hungry I had no energy.
"He has a sweet tongue, but a wicked heart."
"What makes you say that?"
Zhao Xiaoyue pretended not to know, but she had already guessed that it was probably Situ Cheng's mother.
"Does Situ Cheng remember?" the third concubine asked casually.
"I don't know such a person," Zhao Xiaoyue denied.
The third concubine's already gloomy face twisted even more. "It doesn't matter if you don't remember. He's my son, my only hope."
She stood up and slowly walked up to Zhao Xiaoyue, staring at her with venomous eyes.
"But you shattered my hope. Tell me, should I have come looking for you? Should I have killed you?"
Blood-red fingernails had already dug into Zhao Xiaoyue's neck.
A fleeting tear glistened in Zhao Xiaoyue's eyes, but she quickly added, "This auntie..."
Xue Fangfei shouted, "Shut up! Who's the auntie here!"
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. She quickly lowered her head and said, "Okay, okay, Miss, is this arrangement correct? Please calm down, we can discuss everything."
The hand around her neck was tightening, and she could hardly breathe.
The anime convention worker yelled, "You bitch, let her go! If you have a problem, come at me!"
Xue Fangfei sneered, "Don't be in such a hurry. I will repay you for everything you did to my son."
The bodyguard took out a 20-centimeter-long sharp steel knife and placed it on a plate, along with a 10-centimeter-long needle and nail clippers.
All kinds of tools are available.
Comic conventions are terrifying; if that happened to the two of them, they'd probably be finished.
Zhao Xiaoyue sneered, "Situ Cheng is your son? Is that good-for-nothing?"
Let's just give up and do whatever we want. Why haven't Hou Taotao and the others found this place yet? If it gets any later, they'll really be dead.
A needle was stuck directly into the hands of the comic convention organizer and Zhao Xiaoyue, piercing through the palm and the back of the hand.
At the comic convention, I kept my eyes tightly shut and gritted my teeth to endure the excruciating pain.
Zhao Xiaoyue seemed unfazed. "How about we make some terms? Release this foreigner, and I'll have a way to get your son."
The bodyguard stopped trying to put the other hand in.
Xue Fangfei's face showed disdain, "Ha, even the world's top doctors can't do it, and you think you can?"
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