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Xiao Zimo followed Bei Yutang back to the secret room of the school. In the secret room, Master Zhang still maintained the appearance when they left, Bei Yutang lifted Master Zhang up, and the two left through the back door of the school.

At this time, it was already dark, and the area where the school was located was not a lively main street, and the surrounding area was quiet and there were no pedestrians.

Bei Yutang walked out of the school carrying a burlap bag, and two people, one big and one small, walked in a secluded and uninhabited alley. Their goal is the ruined temple outside the city, where beggars gather.

Bei Yutang blew a puff of smoke inside, and the originally noisy dilapidated temple immediately quieted down.

When they entered, all the beggars were lying on the ground.

Bei Yutang put down the burlap bag and took the cloth bag away, revealing Zhang Zixi's miserable face. At this time, he was still in a coma. Bei Yutang broke his mouth open and stuffed a strong aphrodisiac into his mouth.

Leaving him directly in the beggar's den, before they left, Bei Yutang sprinkled the powder of the drug in the house. A quarter of an hour later, the beggars woke up in a daze.

A few people woke up to find something moving around them. When they opened their eyes, they saw a man swollen like a pig's head, his clothes half-exposed, writhing his fair and thin body, constantly rubbing against them.

The beggars were stunned, as if they were startled by the man who suddenly appeared, and they seemed to be frightened by the man's actions.

When they woke up, one of the beggars pushed Zhang Zixi away in disgust, and the other two were also cold, only to feel that the man in front of them was really disgusting.

Zhang Zixi, who had long been fascinated by desire, was uncomfortable in his body after losing friction with others, as if there were thousands of ants gnawing at him, making him so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable.

His clothes were all worn off as he struggled and tore them. Zhang Zixi, who saw the beggars in the entire ruined temple, stood there alone and twisted his white body.

One of his beggars looked at his writhing waist and swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously, and he stretched out his hand towards Zhang Zixi. When he touched it, Zhang Zixi's mouth made a comfortable sound.

Seeing that he did not resist, the man enjoyed his face and began to make a concerted move.

The other beggars in the broken temple were tickled by Zhang Zixi's coquettish voice. One by one, the scene gradually began to get out of control, and in the end, even if Zhang Zixi took an aphrodisiac, his mouth still made a painful sound.

For a whole night, Zhang Zixi did not have a piece of good meat under his body, and that place was even more bloody and miserable.

Zhang Zixi was woken up by pain, and after waking up, he only felt that there was no pain in his body, especially behind the P thigh, which made him frown. He soon smelled a sour odor, which was still coming from himself.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his miserable appearance, and what frightened him even more was that he was in a ruined temple at this time. During the day, all the beggars in the ruined temple went out to beg, and there was no one.

Zhang Zixi wanted to get up, stood up several times, fell back several times, and couldn't stand up with pain all over his body.

He wanted to look for clothes, but found that there were no clothes of his own around him, and he was naked at this time, and he couldn't get out of this ruined temple at all.