[Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The sadistic story of Bai Yueguang (67)]
Of course there wouldn't be any ropes in Yan Qing's room.
She doesn't have any weird habits.
Finally, after Rossier gritted his teeth and endured it, he reminded him and found a leather rope in his room.
There are even handcuffs.
It seems that someone is the one with the problem.
She double-insulated the frantic Rosier, wrapping the final coil of rope around his body, around his neck.
The man roared in pain, his handsome face was twisted and distorted, and the tiny blood vessels on his skin were like spreading vines.
He rolled convulsively on the carpet, his sweat-soaked hair sticking to his fragile face.
His tense muscles seemed to be about to break the rope, leaving bright red marks on his mutton-fat white skin.
This sadistic look stimulates and amplifies people's innate desire to destroy.
"Brother stopped taking the medicine?" Yan Qing squatted on the side to observe his reaction, and couldn't help but reach out and poke his chest muscles.
Rosier groaned, his breathing becoming more rapid: "Go! Go!"
He was now like a string stretched to the extreme, and the slightest touch anywhere could cause his entire body to tremble.
Not wanting Yan Qing to see his ugly and miserable side, he turned his face to the other side and gritted his teeth to let her leave.
Yan Qing forcefully turned him over so that he faced himself.
Rosier raised his head and tried to avoid it, but there was something crystal-clear on his long eyelashes that trembled, and he couldn't tell if it was tears or sweat.
The pale and delicate face was tensed, blood oozed from the bitten cheek, and a groan of pain broke at the corner of the lips.
To prevent him from biting off his tongue, Yan Qing took a piece of cloth of suitable size from the closet and forced it into his mouth.
Only after stuffing it in did I notice what the small piece of lace cloth that was blocking the man's mouth was.
Yan Qing blinked innocently: "Brother, bear with it for a moment."
She contacted the system and asked if it could record Rossier's physical data at this time.
[Host, Xiaoba can do it]
If she was not mistaken, the drug that Rocky gave Rosier came from Jin Yuanxiu's laboratory.
To be precise, it is not a medicine, but a poison.
A mind-controlling, addictive drug.
When Jin Yuanxiu met her, he pointed to the sea of flowers under the cliff and told her as if showing off his achievements that it was a new variety that he had cultivated.
It can bloom two seasons a year.
Now there are two seasons, and in the future there will be three seasons, four seasons, or even flowers that bloom every month.
When it becomes rampant all over the world, China, with its large population base and the most stringent drug control measures, will become a market that everyone will envy.
Two fists are no match for four hands.
A single tiger cannot stop a pack of wolves.
Just imagining it sends chills down my spine.
[Report to host, data extraction completed]
Yan Qing looked at Rossier, a man tied to the ground, with obvious marks on his skin as if he had been tortured.
He was breathing heavily, and his chest heaving up and down made the wound caused by the rope even worse.
The dark pupils spread like ink, and the whole person's temperament changed drastically.
There was no longer the tenderness in the eyes that stared at Yan Qing, but an inorganic cold murderous intent and a brutal desire for blood.
Now he is no longer Rosier, but a monster fed by Rocky's blood.
"Pah!" Yan Qing slapped him in the face, "If you glare at me again, I'll eat you!"
How to deal with a violent beast?
Of course, more violent than him.
The leather belt found in the closet became the best weapon. It beat him so hard that the arrogance disappeared from his eyes, leaving only trembling fear.
Yan Qing didn't want to touch his overly handsome face, but the marks left on Rossier's fair skin were really scary.
It was like going through an inhuman prison cell play.
The look in the man's eyes changed from anger at first, to fearful docility, and then to inexplicable enjoyment.
Yan Qing threw away his belt, covered his mouth and coughed lightly a few times, then glanced to the side guiltily.
"I'll take my brother back first." She carried the man horizontally and hurriedly sent him back to the room deep in the corridor.
He threw it on the bed and walked away quickly.
It was not until I had a good sleep the next day that I remembered that I had not yet untied the person.
As soon as she cut the rope, she was pinned down hard.
"Shouldn't Qing take some responsibility?" Roxelle squeezed her hand and placed it on his injured chest.
The peach blossom eyes, half full of grievance and half full of affection, looked at her with a smile that was not a smile.
Yan Qing tapped her fingertips lightly like playing a piano, meeting his expectant gaze: "But brother was also very excited last night."
Rosier snorted, pushed her away, stood up and went straight to the bathroom.
He was afraid that if he continued to tease her, the poison in his body would be drawn out again, and he would end up shooting himself in the foot.
His eyes swept over the scars on his body and he hissed softly.
But when he recalled the feeling of the whip falling on his body, his peach blossom eyes sparkled and his body trembled slightly because of the unignorable feeling of comfort.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and he felt that there must be something wrong with him.
I actually felt happy even after being beaten.
Yan Qing's face appeared in front of him, and he touched the smile on his lips.
The inferiority complex deep in his heart caused by the possibility of turning into a monster faded away when he saw the girl's teasing gaze.
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The news of Rocky's escape spread more and more on the street, and Rossier was busy taking over the Burmese border forces with the help of his former subordinates in the General's Mansion.
Yan Qing had a few days of leisure.
The weather was perfect, with clear skies, and two cars were parked in front of the courtyard of the general's mansion.
A Gang was holding a bunch of roses, standing in front of the red supercar, adjusting his collar and touching his face, looking upstairs from time to time with anticipation.
Just like a groom driving a wedding car to pick up the bride.
Not far in front of him, Mr. Hu was leaning against the passenger seat with a lit cigarette in his hand.
He was dressed in a formal suit and his hair was carefully styled.
The smoky-gray eyes still hid the emotion, only the cigarette that was about to burn the fingers revealed a hint of nervousness.
He who is used to sitting alone on a high platform and directing the country's affairs has endless panic in his heart.
Is his little girl still willing to go with him?
The conspiracy that surfaced had already separated them on opposite sides of the Milky Way. He knew he was unworthy, but he still wanted to try.
Because I don't want to lose.
Looking at the young and lively boy, his heart, full of vicissitudes of life, became even more desolate.
It's like a race, the opponent is already standing at the finish line, while he is still stumbling halfway.
Roxelle personally saw Yan Qing out the door. He did not try to keep him and glanced at his two rivals.
I still feel I have the best chance of winning.
After all, he is both handsome and scheming.
Today he deliberately wore a low-cut thin knitted sweater, which just revealed the red marks from his collarbone to his chest.
It was conspicuous and ambiguous on his cold white skin.
He pushed the hair by Yan Qing's ears behind her shoulders and raised the corners of his lips, speaking in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for the two men who came to pick her up to hear clearly.
"Ah Qing, don't forget me. My chest and abdominal muscles are always open to you."
She pulled the hem of her dress, and her right shoulder slumped down, while the V-neckline became looser.
The marks are more distinct.
It hurt the eyes of the two people opposite.
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