Imperial Capital Prison.

In a dark and light-spreading prison cell, Song Qiuqiu woke up in rags, with iron chains locked on her feet, and her hands were not much better, and she was leaned against silver handcuffs.

Zhang Lin was wearing a black uniform and buttoned his collar to the end. The scar at the corner of his eyes looked ferocious under the dim light: "I have followed him for so long, but I didn't expect to be a virgin."

"You guys take her to wash and don't let her die."

"Yes, warden."

"Bastard." Song Qiuqiu suddenly stood up angrily. Before he could get close to the man, a baton hit her in the leg. Song Qiuqiu screamed and she lay in pain.

Zhang Lin walked to her with a hat and looked down at her, "No one dared to attack me on my territory yet, you are the first one."

"I am your master's woman, and you are just a dog beside him. Zhan Yan knows that he will never let you go."

Zhang Lin has played with many prostitutes who are sold by women. He has even played with the arrogant wife of the Ying family. Song Qiuqiu was the first virgin he had ever met. She has shown mercy to her in bed than to treat those women in a rough manner.

"…I'm opening this mouth again, I'll personally sew your mouth."

Song Qiuqiu: “…”

"Since it's the first time, you will be my person from now on. This radius of dozens of kilometers is deserted, so don't think about escaping. As long as you are obedient, I can let you out for fun."

After he left, Song Qiuqiu was dragged to a place by other prison guards. There was a large bathhouse, surrounded by black tiles. The environment was much better than where she was just now.

On the way she was sent, Song Qiuqiu was often eaten by these hungry women men who had not touched for a long time. She stood in the bathhouse, and Song Qiuqiu cleaned the dirty parts of her body, and was in a daze. She didn't expect that she had sex with Zhang Lin by chance.

This dog man is neither light nor heavy, and does not know how to be polite, and he pinchs out black green in several places.

Last time, the world's number one city was taken away by the Banquet, she was not careful about taking the medicine. The medicine was strong, and Song Qiuqiu was unconscious. Her body hunger almost destroyed her wit. She was planning to find a man as an antidote, but she accidentally found Zhang Lin.

After Zhang Lin forced her into the safety corridor, he locked her in a dark prison and was having sex with her day and night.

Song Qiuqiu almost died under his body. In fact... Song Qiuqiu is not a virgin. Her first time was already given to the usury leader by her vampire father.

Later, for the sake of her reputation, she had to secretly work and earn money and went for a virgin touch surgery.

No one knows about this except herself.

Zhang Lin answered the phone in the office: "Your woman tastes really good. Next time... I'll send you a few more for me to have fun."

"Don't play it to death, I'm still useful."

"Of course I will show mercy to your people..."

After a few words, after hanging up the phone, he put down the microphone and followed his deputy who had been following him for many years, saying, "Why do the warden still listen to his orders? Besides... so many years have passed, the kindness you owe him has been paid back long ago. With your current status, we... don't have to be afraid of him at all."

Zhang Lin: "Because... I am a friend of life and death with him. Not only did he save my life, we are also... the same type of people."

"For more than ten years, even if he becomes an enemy, he is the only one I can call his opponent..."

Zhang Lin felt that they were more like a perfect pair of partners.

They all have the same great ambitions...

Zhanyan is good at using his heart and planning and strategizing. Even if he never gets blood in his hands, his best attitude is to use a knife to kill people and do things without leaking.

And... Zhang Lin is different. He is better at doing things by himself, and even... likes to use a knife, especially those who want to deal with the Hang Banquet. Zhang Lin will leave no living... and will not leave any clues.

Even if you borrow a knife... Zhang Lin is the sharp sword in his hand. He will naturally be happy to become the sword in his partner's hand.

Deputy: "But, we can't always ask us to help him wipe his butt. The Huang family died in prison, and our affairs were almost exposed."

Zhang Lin wiped the gun in his hand and heard his words, as if he had no emotions like a poisonous snake, a cold light flashed across his sharp eyes.

Next second, there was a loud noise, and the person who was originally standing in front of him suddenly fell to the ground.

There was still white smoke at the muzzle.

The guard standing outside the door seemed to have become accustomed to it, and he immediately dragged the person down without hesitation.

An hour later, Song Qiuqiu, who had washed up and changed into clean clothes, was sent to Zhang Lin, wearing a black suspender skirt. The cold wind was blowing in the prison. Song Qiuqiu was trembling with coldness, and her wrists and ankles were all in shackles.

Zhang Lin was wearing long boots and crossed his legs. The scars on his eyes looked like Shura who was seeking life in hell, fierce and vicious. When he saw the sexy woman coming, Zhang Lin put down his legs and spread them apart, "Come here, kneel down..."

When Song Qiuqiu saw the gun he placed on the table, she walked around and rushed over. Before she could pick it up, the man grabbed his hair and pulled it hard.

Song Qiuqiu knelt in pain in front of him. Before the bruises on her face had dissipated, the man's fierce voice sounded, "...Do you think I'm ruining your hands first, or your legs? Or... or breaking your hands and feet meridians?"

"I'm not as easy to talk to him..."

Song Qiuqiu's skirt had been pulled off, and her body was clearly seen by the man...

Soon his movements were done in one go, he stood up and held her on the table and let her lie on her lie on her side.

Raw her through...

…

The imperial city, which was stormy again, was washing everything.

Qingfeng Temple.

Qi Cheng never expected that one day the president would appear in this place.

Now kneeling under these golden Buddhas, like a devout believer...

And what he... did was all for that Zhuang Mingyue!

In Qi Cheng's eyes, he should do big things and control the world's economic lifeline, rather than doing these humble and destined things for a woman.

Zhuang Mingyue has also been here.

At that time, Jiang Yushu, who had only breathed a sigh of relief, Qi Cheng thought he would not last long, but he didn't expect...

Later he could wake up...

When he was receiving treatment in the hospital, Zhuang Mingyue came here to rise and fall for him, coming every day to pray for him.

The president knew that he did not stop...

Because the banquet is an ‘atheist’ person.

He never believed in this...

But there is no way to show the banquet...

Qi Cheng said unbearably: "President, it's useless for you to do these things."

"Try it, what if?"

Zhuang Mingyue's surgery was performed one day in advance. Xu Zekai told him that her condition suddenly worsened, and she might get off the operating table and even if it is cured, she would become a vegetative person forever.

She is lying in the operating room now, her life and death are uncertain...

At the moment when Zhanyan owed a death notice, he seemed to be lost on the road he was about to continue...

Zhanyan didn’t know what to do, let alone what he would do after his Mingyue died.

The banquet that has always been rational, at this moment, he has completely lost his sense of responsibility...

He just seems calm now.

He is a powerful being in the eyes of everyone and can do anything.

Envy his power...

But I forgot that I am also a person with flesh and blood, flesh and blood, and heart.

The exhibition banquet overestimated himself from the beginning...

Underestimate... Zhuang Mingyue...

In his heart.

The banquet never made any effort to believe that a "God" who was fictionalized by the world knelt down in front of the statue.

Become his devout believer.

If there is really a god, she will only ask for a banquet so that she can wake up.

Peaceful and peaceful, standing in front of him again.

"She is only twenty-three years old and still has a long way to go in the future..."
Chapter completed!