[Chapter 53 Chapter 53 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The sadistic story of Bai Yueguang (53)]
"Thank you, Dad." Yan Qing drank the milk with a smile.
As a daughter who is extremely dependent on her father, she shouldn't reject Rocky's care.
"Good night, Dad. I'm going upstairs first." She nodded to Rocky and left.
The other guests staying overnight were all accommodated downstairs, except for the Burmese politician who stayed in the room next to hers.
This is enough to show Rocky's sinister intentions.
The effect of the medicine in her body did not take effect immediately, and she guessed that Rocky wanted to use her as a bargaining chip to complete the deal when she was unaware.
When she was about to return to her room, she turned around and went deeper into the corridor.
After knocking on the door for a long time without getting a response, Yan Qingxin felt very disappointed.
Rocky was not a careless person, and the third person living upstairs might have been restrained.
He wouldn't give her the chance to go downstairs either.
My head was a little dizzy and my feet felt heavy as if they were filled with lead.
Licking her dry lips, she pulled out the silver hairpin from her hair, ready to go back to her room and fight to the death.
She supported herself against the wall with her arms and prepared to turn around when the door of the house next to her opened.
The middle-aged man in a bathrobe asked with a smile and gentlemanly manner: "Miss, do you need any help?"
The sticky gaze was like a clinging tentacle, making people extremely uncomfortable.
Seeing him walking towards her, Yan Qing clenched the silver hairpin in her hand. The sharp end pierced into her palm, and the pain grabbed at her remaining conscious mind.
When the man was only three steps away from her, the door behind her suddenly opened.
The young man's tall and slender shadow was cast towards the corridor, seemingly in an absolutely protective posture, almost overlapping with her shadow.
Yan Qing was dragged into the room. The dim light in the corridor flickered and the man standing opposite him had a look as cold as a poisonous snake.
"I haven't accomplished anything yet." He returned to the door of his room and shook his head towards the next room with a look of regret.
He and Rocky had reached a private cooperation agreement to give Rocky a push on an important day.
After the distribution of money and power was agreed upon, he additionally proposed that Rocky offer his daughter as a token of his sincerity.
Rocky's lack of hesitation showed his determination to sacrifice Yan Qing.
If Yan Qing had not undergone special training and had a strong resistance to drugs, she would not have been able to hold on and return to her room.
Today was the day when Rossier had an attack, and he even had someone send the latest gift to his son.
This cut off Rossier's path to destroy his plan.
But something went wrong.
"Brother..." Yan Qing was brought into the house by Luo Xi'er. He took a hazy look at him and then fainted with relief.
With this ally, her safety tonight was guaranteed.
But she had obviously calmed down long ago and did not notice anything unusual about the young man at this moment.
Rosier's half-long hair stuck to his sweat-soaked face, and his face, favored by God alone, was shrouded in gloom.
The originally bright peach blossom eyes now seemed to be out of focus and bottomless, and the black pupils almost occupied the white part of the eyes.
He leaned over Yan Qing's neck and took a deep sniff. A look of enjoyment flashed across his handsome face: "It smells so good."
The look in his eyes upon the woman in his arms was like that of an animal gazing upon its prey.
Yan Qing was picked up and carried sideways, and when he grinned, faint traces of bright red blood were visible.
The sickly pale face makes the seductive lips look even more charming.
The young man at this moment looked very much like Count Dracula who had just enjoyed a delicious meal.
And the unconscious Yan Qing seemed to be regarded by him as the next blood slave.
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Yan Qing slowly opened her eyes. The white light above her head was a little dazzling. She blinked to adapt herself, and her eyes were filled with saline solution.
"Brother?" she called out first.
The surrounding environment seemed a little unfamiliar. Except for a beam of light above her head, everything around her was dark.
When she wanted to move her hands, she found that they were locked to the hard iron bed beneath her, and the place where she was lying was like an operating table.
The attending doctor in a white coat walked up to her.
The handsome young man put on white gloves and picked out a delicate scalpel from the leather bag spread out on the side.
The tip of the knife slid down her collarbone and paused when it touched the hideous scar.
"Imperfect food." There was a hint of anger in Rosier's deep eyes, and his sickly pale face was shrouded in sinisterness.
He seemed like a different person, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, straightening his body and taking an attacking stance.
Yan Qing looked at him under the glaring light, her almond-shaped eyes flickering. She stared at the man warily for a while before she spoke: "You are not Rosier."
The young man at this time was more like he was in the same state as last time he had an attack, the difference was that he did not completely lose his mind and turn into an uncontrollable beast.
But it is no longer the same.
"Smart blood slave lady." The man raised his lips, bloodthirsty excitement hidden in his eyes, "You can also think of me as him, after all, we share the same body."
Yan Qing calmed himself down and let him use the knife to strike at his body, worrying about where to start.
Rosier was indeed turned into a psychopath by the drugs Rocky gave him.
When an attack occurs, the secondary personality replaces the primary personality.
Her eyes were complicated: "I am Rosier's sister. If you kill me, he will be unhappy."
There was no earnest exhortation, but rather a very calm statement.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" The man cut her neck with the scalpel in his hand, bent down and licked the flowing blood into his mouth.
The warm and rough tongue mixed a bit of numbness with the stinging pain of the wound.
His dark eyes stared at Yan Qing's face: "I will suck your blood dry and turn you into a specimen like them."
He pulled out a small controller from his pocket, and the incandescent lamp above his head went out, replaced by spotlights that lit up the entire room.
Taking in the furnishings in the room, Yan Qing narrowed his eyes and took a breath of cold air.
In the glass display cases that fill all four walls are young women who look lively.
The youngest is no more than six years old and the oldest is no more than twenty.
They were wearing beautiful Lolita costumes and were sitting or standing in different postures.
The low neckline on the chest reveals a tattoo that looks like a birthmark and a flower.
Just like the dolls on the shelf, it is hard to tell whether they are wax figures or real people.
But not far from the bed where she was lying, there was indeed a female corpse that was almost the same size as her.
She was tied to a cross, her head hung lifeless, blood oozing from her bound wrists.
Right next to her was a shelf covered with a black cloth.
"My brother's works are perfect." Yan Qing slowly exhaled and looked sincerely at the man who was full of pride and excitement.
Hearing her name, the man's expression froze in confusion for a moment, and he looked into her eyes with burning eyes.
Putting down the knife in his hand, he touched Yan Qing's face: "Your words satisfy me, so I will try my best to make your death less painful later."
Yan Qing smiled and said, "Before you die, can you let me, your sister, appreciate your brother's work up close?"
She doesn't know what secrets are behind these people yet.
She only knew that the current Rosier was the monster cultivated by Rocky himself.
(I'm back from the little dark room!)
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