Chapter 2285 Soul Return (42)

His appearance made her feel apprehensive.

Terrified.

"Call me Jin."

His voice is hoarse, extremely deep, and his thick body almost blocks all the light.

and her nose to nose, almost immediately kissed.

If there is, if not.

The exhaled breath is very hot.

It all spilled on her face.

The heat made her face a little red.

Red and soft, revealing a faint and beautiful crimson color.

She was blindfolded, unable to see his expression at the moment.

When he spoke, she froze for a moment.

"Do you have a Chinese name?

"Xiao Jin."

His fingers fell on the buttons of the cheongsam, and he unbuttoned them one by one.

There is no rush.

An excellent hunter will always give the prey a chance to react.

When kissed the corner of her lips, she didn't resist.

It seems to be remembering his name.

"I thought, you don't have a Chinese name."

She is still distracted and talking to him seriously.

Didn't realize the danger was coming.

He seemed to be laughing, but not angry.

Put her hair behind her ears, kiss her nose and cheek.

Finally, slowly, stick her lips.

Gradually take control.

Strong control.

"I still have a lot to learn from you, good girl."

He whispered slowly in her ear.

Between the lines, there is always an inexplicable meaning.

"..." She shrank her fingers.

At this time, he was still elegant, but getting stronger and stronger.

is the active party and the party that holds the initiative.

She tilted her head, but couldn't avoid it.

"good."

He stroked her head with an extremely gentle voice.

So soft that it makes people feel hairy.

wanted to say something more, but he was no longer kind.

The hand that was once stained with blood and killing fell on that bright cheongsam.

Tear.

Then, start enjoying.

Enjoy the beauties he got by accident.

During the movement, more and more...

Rampage.

"Well-"

Dungeons.

Dark and damp, a dungeon where rats and cockroaches crawl around.

Lin Liansheng was thrown directly into a large single room, dirty, covered in blood, and the muddy water on his body was not completely dry.

The group of people with submachine guns threw him in without showing any sympathy, and then closed the door.

A specially-made iron wall with a thickness of nearly fifty or sixty meters, a dull, depressing air.

He won, signed the contract, and was left here.

There were multiple fractures all over his body, and the pain was unbearable.

He was barefoot and fell to the ground.

In the large private room, people sitting in rows looked at him indifferently.

Obviously, he is not the first person to be thrown here.

Those who can be here are the winners of the Colosseum every night.

They will all live here until they officially start competing for the position of successor.

Eat, drink, and scatter, all in a small space.

Stinks, and cockroaches keep them company.

The room is dim, with only a small lamp.

There is a toilet next to it, and a shower room.

It's just that so many people, so many days, have been sharing.

Hygiene has long been poor.

Lin Liansheng staggered, covered in dirt and mud, was tossed one after another, and couldn't even stand up.

Work hard for a long time, but just sit there.

Panting heavily, enduring the severe pain from all over the body.

It hurts...everywhere.

Even the bones hurt.

He looked at the people around him.

They all sat with their knees hugged, no clothes, only a pair of underpants.

Like animals without dignity, all of them have blank expressions.

(end of this chapter)