When Zhuang Qianqian woke up, she felt dizzy and her buttocks felt hard and cold.
Concrete floor? Messy straw? Copper and iron walls? Railings? Chains? This is clearly a prison! No, no, I don’t remember ever taking on a movie with such a scene. Could it be that the director added a scene?
"Little girl, are you awake?" An elderly voice came from Zhuang Qianqian's ears. He stood up and looked over. It turned out that besides himself, there was an old woman in the prison. Her clothes were ragged, her gray hair was messy, and her face was full of
The wrinkles are probably enough to trap mosquitoes.
Alas, the current directors are so inhumane. The old lady is still acting in such a painful scene at her age. Zhuang Qianqian sighed in her heart.
Wait, what did this old woman call her, little girl? Zhuang Qianqian, who has been running for three years, hasn't heard such a friendly and comfortable address for a long time. Could it be that she looks really young?
"It's time to eat." A voice came from far away in the prison.
Then a man who looked like a jailer walked to the door of the prison with a red dinner plate. Zhuang Qianqian saw that there were chicken, fish, rice, and vegetables she had never seen before. Seeing these, her stomach felt a little rumbling.
Cooed.
"This decapitation meal is the last meal for you in this world. Eat more so that you can be on your way at midnight." The jailer said habitually without any expression.
"Brother, do you know who the director of this play is?" Zhuang Qianqian asked the jailer who was putting down the dinner plate.
"What nonsense? You kid is so frightened that you were beheaded. It doesn't hurt. As soon as the knife falls, Ren Ren will be gone. All executioners are skilled."
This eldest brother is too into the drama.
He also called himself kid. It seemed that he was really young. Zhuang Qianqian was feeling smug. Suddenly he realized something was wrong. What was the soft silk hanging down to his heels? A beautiful hair! Where did he get such long hair?
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She touched her breasts with both hands, "Oh my god, why are my breasts gone? They are C cups, but the C cups are still unspoken by the director." Zhuang Qianqian touched herself from top to bottom.
She has long hair hanging down to her heels, a small and exquisite face, and a flat chest. She seems to be only about one meter tall. This is very different from her real self.
It's not a dream. Could it be that I'm rejuvenated? I pinched myself hard, oh, my God, it really hurt, it really hurt, and the back of my hand soon turned blue.