"Don't come here." Yan Qing's face was shocked.

One of the men with a scar on his lips sneered, "Aren't you just a rabbit master, pretending to be high." We are on you, and that is to look up to you. ”

As he spoke, the four of them rushed up together and controlled Yan Qing.

Yan Qing wanted to scream, but one of them directly covered his mouth, and he could only let out a broken whimper of pain.

Everything that happened in the cell was watched by the jailers around him, but no one was nosy.

Even for the prisoners in the same cell, some people come forward to get a piece of the pie, while others close their eyes and pretend that they don't know anything.

Throughout the night, Yan Qing was tortured all night, his eyes gradually became sloppy from the initial clear, and finally became hollow.

What's wrong with him and Yuwen falling in love, why do these people insult him so much.

Yuwen, don't you really want me?

When the first rays of sunlight cast through the ventilation window above his head, he closed his eyes in despair.

One of the prisoners who was on top of him was startled when he saw that he was motionless, and quickly got off his body.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't play dead for Lao Tzu."

Yan Qing was still motionless, and everyone in the cell was a little panicked.

"He's not going to die, is he?"

"Bah, bah, how can it be so easy to die."

Someone probed his snort and found that there was still breath, so he was relieved.

When the jailer found out about Yan Qing's tragic condition, he warned the others in the prison that he would be played to death, and the jailer changed Yan Qing to a separate cell.

Since that day, what Yan Qing has done the longest has been to be in a daze. In those eyes that seemed to be desperate, I could vaguely see a hint of forbearance and viciousness.

A few days passed after him in a daze, and in the middle of the night, the jailers fell one by one, and a dark figure quietly entered the prison. After Yan Qing heard the movement, he looked up at the man in black.

"Who are you?" Yan Qing looked at the man in black, "Did Yuwen ask you to come and save me?" ”

As he spoke, a look of anticipation burst out of his eyes.

The man in black didn't say anything, but walked straight towards him.

Yan Qing felt the danger, the killing intent from the man in black. He kept backing until he was in a corner, and there was no way back.

"Someone!" Yan Qing shouted loudly, but the entire cell was quiet, and everyone slept to death.

The only people who were sober were Yan Qing and the man in black in front of him.

The man in black grabbed his neck, and his cold eyes did not carry a trace of emotion.

Yan Qing kept struggling, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free. The air in his chest became less and less, and there was a dull pain in his chest.

He gripped the man's hand tightly, revealing the man's wrist as he struggled. When he saw the black mole on the inside of the man's wrist, his eyes widened.

This is the man he had seen in Yuwen's study!

Why, why did he send someone to kill him!

Yan Qing's struggling hand gradually loosened, and there was still no *** struggling to survive.

Just as he was about to be choked, the man in black suddenly let out a painful snort, and the hand around his neck suddenly loosened.

Two more black-clothed men appeared in the cell, and these two people attacked directly towards the black mole man, and the man also wanted to kill Yan Qing before he got out, but unfortunately the other two didn't give him a chance at all.