MTL - Quick Transmigration: I’m Almost Dead-Chapter 7 Big man (7)

"You are going to have a syringe," Qin Feng said to mention the black-haired youth who was kneeling at his feet. He was condescending. "Is it out of this door?"

"Go... walk out of this door..."

Chen’s face was dead, he said, “I am going out of this door!”

After the lens of Qin Feng, the eyelids twitched slightly, "very good."

His voice is low, and to the children who perform well, there is a faint smile in the tone. "Let's wait for you to get out of this door, let's talk again."

"Okay," Chen’s teeth trembled and his blood was blurred. “I will definitely go out.”

Qin Feng threw the man back to the ground and took out the handkerchief to wipe his hand. "I will wait and see."

Chen used both hands and feet. He bowed his back and just climbed up and fell back. His nose was sore.

"Second Lord, I lied that time."

Qin Feng looked down on the past.

"Actually your technology..." Chen raised his thumb and pouted, revealing a row of bloodshot teeth. "Very good."

Qin Feng’s brow moved and turned and left.

Chen was not sent to the drug rehabilitation center, only in the room, Qin Feng gave him a chance, either to die or to live.

His hands and feet were not restricted. Qin Feng ordered people to leave the syringes and put them on the table.

It is a kind of swaying, too cruel temptation.

What is tested is the will and control that a person can't do.

This is the maliciousness of Qin Feng.

Before Chen’s death, he was a sophomore dog. The concept of drug abuse was the first in the movie. When you want to **** it, you can’t **** it. It’s not like a dog. When you **** it, you can blow the cowhide, laugh like a fool, and be a good man. .

This time I spread it to myself, he realized that the film is art.

Chen has supported the past half an hour, and it is wet. There is blood on the hair in front of the forehead, and there is sweat. The disgusting bala sticks together and knots.

He thought in his heart, but fortunately, only the body needs to be detoxified, and there is no addiction.

"444, can I paralyze my senses?"

"Oh, can't."

"Can't?" Chen is crazy. "Why not? You have to have a fart!"

He took a deep breath. "Can that relieve the pain?"

444 is silent.

"Fuck!"

Chen and desperate curse, it is not clear what time is it, the addiction has occurred again, his eyes greedily staring at the syringe.

The next moment, I rushed over and put the syringe into my arm.

The sorrow that came, Chen was struggling with pain, his eyes bursting, and the entire face was distorted.

"Can't... can't get in..."

Chen’s hand was shaking, hey, and he kept reading the words in his mouth. He picked up the syringe and splashed the blood.

"It’s okay."

The physical desire is that, in the sense of corrosion, Chen holds the syringe like a root, and has to tie it to his arm.

When the needle hit the skin, he suddenly slaps his own slap in the face and cracks the corner of his mouth. "Are you **** stupid? If you can't tie it, why do you want to do this?!"

The syringe was lifted in the air and the finger joints were white. His teeth trembled and went to death. The syringe was cut off.

That muffled sound was the opening of Chen’s painful desire.

He quickly took off his shirt and trousers, tied his hands and feet, hit the knot, and clenched his teeth.

"I can do it...you have no problem...when you have passed, nothing has happened..."

Chen was paralyzed by himself, and the effect disappeared from slight to complete. He began to struggle, rubbing his hands and feet, and bleeding.

The pain of the body is nothing compared to the torture of the nerves, even if nothing.

"what……"

Chen yelled again, and he used the back of his head to hit the floor, madly biting the knot on his hand, and his tongue was bloody.

"444, I can't do it..."

He felt sick, dizzy, whirls, and then vomited, and the vomits mixed with saliva fell on his chest, and the mess was mixed, disgusting and unpleasant.

"No way... I can't do it..."

Chen was twitching all over his body, his eyes glazed at the ceiling, like a fish lying on the shore, after exposure to the sun, quickly becoming a fish.

He smiled bitterly. "Man, you have made me miserable."

Under the floor, in the kitchen, Qin Feng killed the fish by the pool. There were several white transparent boxes on the ground, and there were at least a hundred fish in it.

He rolled his cuffs, pressed the live fish in one hand, took the knife in the other hand, shot the fish head, scraped the scales, opened the belly, and then picked out the internal organs. This set of movements was extremely smooth and pleasing to the eye.

Qin Feng took the fish under the faucet, rinsed the blood on it and placed it.

Outside, the people look at the nose and nose, and they are finished. Then they have to eat fish for three meals a day. It’s been a long time since Mr. Shang’s big move.

Not long after, the gentleman brought a personal back and liked it very much.

This time, my husband is still here. Ten is in a good mood, and the family is going to add new people.

They eat salty radish and care about it. The new one is not a star or a half worse than Xiaoqiao. One is the cloud in the sky, and the other is the insect in the mud. There is no way to compare it.

Moreover, as soon as he stayed and followed Mr., the little Joe wouldn’t be an old man. Poor, I don’t know if the wind can blow a few times. I can’t see the thin body that I’m sorry for. Live.

"my mother!"

The building was filled with snoring. "Qin Feng is an old pervert. You are not a man. I will return it to you."

People are scared.

Xiao Qiao, who is favored by Mr. Dean, whispers softly in his daily life. He is very self-cultivating and understands the color. The new courage is bigger than the sky. The brain is not in the water. It is directly in the Yangtze River. .

They secretly went to the kitchen, and the one inside was still slow to kill the fish, and was not affected at all.

It seems that those snoring and Xiao Qiao's piano music have the same effect.

At noon, Qin Feng finally killed all the fish. He scanned a strip of belly and opened it. It became a dead fish in a hard state, as if looking at a satisfactory work.

The people in the big house are miserable. Their lunch is braised fish, steamed fish, fish soup, fish head tofu, and the fish is the main ingredient.

Qin Feng does not eat fish, he is boiled cabbage, a bowl of rice.

This is true for a few days.

There was no sound upstairs in the upstairs, the room was a mess, and all kinds of scent filled the air from the unidentified liquid on the beach.

Chen has no one else, he swears to the original, 骂 Qin Feng, 骂 school can not look pleasing to the eye, what is ugly to hear.

"It hurts... I am so mad..."

A lot of worms bite in the body, Chen has a painful open mouth, and he has a hard gasp. He wants to tear the flesh away, put his hand in it, break the bones, poke the worm out from it, squeeze it, and then grind it into juice.

"Hey..."

Chen was crying and crying, and there was blood and water falling on his head. He dribbled and dragged to the ground. He didn’t even have the strength to scream, only the pumping.

"Hey, Mr. Chen, there is a product that has just been developed. It has not been used yet. The effect is extremely ferocious. It can cover your addiction. Do you accept it as the first user and give it to us after use? A one thousand word trial report?"

Regardless of the product, Chen did not bother to hear about the effects of the drug. He stopped breathing, "I accept..."

It seems that it is a minute, and it seems like twenty or thirty seconds. Chen feels that there is a maddening rush of the sea, drowning his broken body and instantly replacing the nerve center's pain.

Chen understood what it was.

All.

Just, Mom forced, can't choose the object set for him? Why is that old man?

In front of the monitor, two muscular men are eating fish in pain.

Eat every day, eat and eat, and get angry, not only the mouth is bubbling, but the toilet time is long.

His face was black and his eyes widened. His eyes were wide and he called his companion. "Hey, fat, it’s not right, you look."

The fat man spit out the fish bones. "Chapter, what happened?"

He looked at Zhang Zi’s gaze and saw the scene in front of him, and the chopsticks in his hand were scared.

"What? What is he doing?"

"Is it?" Zhang Zi swallowed. "Not like, I tried, not so cool."

"Look at his cool look, it seems to be being done by a group of people."

The young man on the screen was lying on the floor, covered in sweat and blood and water, and he was up and down, and he had a pair of underwear.

Therefore, the picture is very clear. When no one touches it, the youth’s original white face becomes red, and he no longer suffers, but makes a strange voice.

Soon, in a minute or two, the young man propped up a thin bamboo pole. His legs were on both sides, his neck was reclining, his **** lips were slightly open, and the prominent throat was rolling up and down, as if Being killed by people.

This is not surprising, it is a natural phenomenon in a class of situations.

But...

The other party called it too realistic, the breath of the breath, and the reaction of the body, no doubt is experiencing the ebb and flow, the tide is rising.

Zhang Zi and the fat man have forgotten to blink.

The same man, there are some, there is nothing different, their direction has been very normal, seeing this picture actually breathless, mouth Zhang.

Still hard.

"The trough, what the **** is this going on?"

The fat man's face is white, his muscles are shaking, like a ghost, holding a finger on the screen, "Chapter, Zhang, Zhangzi, is he evil?"

Zhang Zi’s mouth was still stuffed with a piece of fish, and he forgot to pick the thorn. The card was in his throat. He shouted as he squinted. "Don’t watch... fast... go to the newspaper..."