Chapter 29: His singing voice 5

Chris eyes couldn't help but get sharp.
The juice of indigo flowers, the venom of the army ants.
This is a very common mixed poison.
The venom of the army ants does not have much impact on the human body, but it can invade all corners of the human body, and the bones, nerves, and tendons are not missed. If you happen to encounter the venom of the venom at this time, the indigo flower will react in the human body, causing great pain.
It is precisely because the venom is widely distributed in the body, this pain is caused by the whole body, and it can't be avoided from the flesh to the internal organs.
This pain is almost deep into the bone marrow. Moreover, the venom of the ants will be eroded from the inside to the body of the poisoned person, and the poisoned person can even clearly feel the process of destruction of his internal organs.
"Do you know how to use it?" Abron held his chin and pointed to Chris with interest. "Pour the juice of the indigo flower into the groove of the whip. The venom of the army ants will be injected into the cute little. In the body, remember, to inject from the fingertips, ten fingers, one can not be less."
In fact, Abraham had tried to use the last spiritual potion for the teenager several times, but he felt a little pity. First, because in the case of Ramir, there is no spiritual medicine, I am afraid that the night dream will be escaped by him; the second is... If he uses spiritual medicine, he is afraid that he will not appreciate this very beautiful trial.
Chris nodded silently and stepped forward to the teenager.
He restrained the power of his palm, otherwise he couldn't help but crush the reagents in his hand!
The boy was already covered with horrible welts, but he still had a burning gaze and could not see any signs of exhaustion. It seems that the punishment of these days did not have any effect on him.
Chris knew that in the darkness after everyone left, the teenager gnashed his teeth.
The interval between the interrogation room and the cell is also lowered today, because Aboron’s thoughts about these prisoners may put psychological pressure on the teenagers. After all, they are all federal soldiers who can do anything in the hearts of the federal people.
However, Abraham seems to be wrong. Qingyun did not collapse because of the embarrassment of being captured behind him. Instead, after these trials, the prisoners whose spirits were on the verge of collapse were affected. Their eyes were sharper every day, and their postures stood taller every day. .
Chris has no doubt that they are about to break free from the sequelae of psychotropic drugs.
Chora seems to have a magical power, just watching him can heal the pain of the bottom of the heart.
Chris went to Qingyun and put the venom into the syringe and solved one of his hands.
Because of the long-term bondage, this hand has already exhibited abnormal bruising. Last night, Chris also showed his pity that he pressed the soft palm. He knows that although Qola is very thin and his hands are long enough, but the back of his hand is full of flesh, even with a cute bean nest like a baby.
But now, he has to lick the lovely fingertips and inject venom into it.
The needle of the syringe was deeply inserted into the fingertips of Qingyun. With the injection of venom, this finger instantly became swollen and bruised.
Qingyun looked coldly at his fingers and was tied. He stunned the man with cold eyes and no emotions in front of his eyes. Although he knew that this person was forgiven, he took a needle to poke his own picture but suddenly let Qingyun feel It is extremely glaring.
"Snapped!"
Qingyun's wrist broke away from Chris's imprisonment, and a slap in the face hit his face.
Chris stunned, he was negligent, otherwise the boy should not be able to earn his hand. However, before he turned his head, Chris heard the young man chilling to the sound of ice.
He still swears: "The traitor."
Chris looked up into the eyes of Qingyun, which was full of cold and intolerance.
Until now, Qing Yun only said three sentences to him, two of which are traitors to him. At the first time, Chris didn't feel it. After all, he listened to it thousands of times.
However, this time, the same two words, but let Chris fall into the hail.
He stared at Qingyun's eyes tightly, even if the emotions in the eyes of the young boy made his heart cut like a knife.
In Chris, the whole world is quiet, and he can clearly hear the weakest and humblest pleading in his heart:
Please don't... look at me like this.
Even though the heart was frozen and shattered in the contempt of the teenager, Chris still had no pauses, and if he had nothing to do, he pulled the boy's hand and continued to inject venom into his fingertips.
The venom was evenly injected into the juvenile's ten fingers without error.
Chris opens the venom of the indigo flower and pours it into the groove of the whip.
The sound of the whips breaking through the air sounded, and the young man, under the watchful eyes of the federal soldiers, kept the secrets of the federation and his dignity.
Chris is self-abusing and counts the number of times he beats the boy.
Once, twice...
It was another carnival after the victory. Chris walked into the interrogation room with this gap, and his steps grew bigger and he couldn't even keep his calm appearance and ran wildly in the hallway.
Chora's body is inherently weak. The venom is venom after all. Of course, there are not only side effects of pain. The venom of the army ants can cause visceral failure, so he must quickly remove the venom from Jora.
In front of the interrogation room, Chris suddenly stopped.
Chora...may be awake.
The corridor was extremely quiet and quiet until only Chris’s breathing was heard.
be quiet? He didn't sing today?
Chris suddenly shuddered and couldn’t attend the other door that immediately opened the interrogation room and went inside.
The teenager lowered his head and was quietly tied there.
Didn't sing, didn't mutter him, and didn't wrinkle his nose and complain of pain.
Even... Chris can't hear his breathing.
Chris felt a tingling in his eyes for a moment, and he groaned his throat and said: "Jora..."
The teenager did not react at all.
Perhaps my voice is too low, he can't hear, Chris comforts himself.
He slowly approached, put the unresponsive Qingyun down, hugged himself into his arms, and slammed against the wall.
The juvenile's fingertips were cold and scary, but Chris didn't feel it. He kissed the teenager's fingertips like a sputum.
Chris was plunged into a strange panic. He took all the drugs he carried with him. Unfortunately, he did not have this poisonous antidote.
Picking out a bottle of the most precious detoxification drug, Chris injected all of his injection into the teenager's body.
He leaned against the boy's forehead and kept kissing his nose. "Cola, can you stick to it? Baby, stick to it, believe me..."
The hot tears slid down the front of Qingyun's forehead, slid across his eyelashes and slammed down.
In Chris's arms, Qing Yun quietly opened his eyes, his eyes were bright and clear, and there was no trace of confusion.
Just scare you!
A certain guess in my heart has already made Qingyun's heart linger for two days. Now I am looking at the pain of holding my man's pain. He finally feels refreshed.
But in the end, this man can't be too collapsed, otherwise the plan will not be completed, and both of them have to finish playing.
So Qingyun made a compassionate move.
Sensitively aware of the subtle movements of the people in the arms, Chris meal, a huge joy in my heart.
He immediately looked down at Qingyun's situation, but bowed his head to the scorpion that was shining in the darkness.
I am silent.
Chris had a heart pounding, but in the end, he still didn't speak, no explanation.
Silently looking at the boy's body, Chris gaze at the young boy's eyes, then hangs him back, then turns away from the interrogation room.
As soon as he left Qingyun’s line of sight, Chris’s back was instantly collapsed. He leaned on the door of the interrogation room and slowly slid to the ground, and the feeling of fear was unstoppable in Chris's heart.
Fortunately, fortunately he is still alive.
Chris looked up and wiped his face, only to find that he was still shaking his fingers.
Just for a moment, Chris cheered up again. His decadence and fear are of no use. To save Jola, you must get the chip right away.
Chris stood up and the whole person became sharp like a saber. He walked firmly in one direction.
These days, he already knows the location of the memory chip, but there is a layer of password protection on the outside of the chip. If you accidentally trigger an alarm, he has to think about it again...
Abraham will not only pin his hopes on Dr. Lamir. Since there is a team in the flamingo that can make genetic weapons, it will naturally try to crack the gene chip, so people are always watching around the chip, which will definitely increase Chris. A lot of difficulty.
Chora’s trial is still going on.
Chris took the whip in Abelun's hand with no expression. This is not the first one. The instruments are changed one after another, but Abraham obviously loves the whip weapon for ten minutes.
Chris step by step to Qingyun, his heart flashed a little hesitation. Last night, the youngster lost his breath and the cold scene was still vivid. Chris knew that the boy’s body had reached the limit. Can he still hold the penalty today?
He looked up at the boy, and the matter last night surely made Qingyun doubt him.
Chris is not worried that Qingyun will expose his pretending to be an enemy. What he is more worried about is that if the teenager guesses the truth, what mood will he use to face him?
Previously, Qingyun did not hide his hatred and disgust. Although these emotions caused Chris to suffer, he was even more afraid that the teenager would not even have a hateful position and could only passively suffer the pain.
The hesitant moment did not escape Abrain's eyes, and Abraham's gloomy voice immediately rang: "Chris, what are you waiting for? Is your heart soft?"
Chris had a glimpse of his heart. He was just about to start, but his voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
It is the voice of Qingyun.
Chris apparently did not expect Qingyun to sing at this time. After all, during the trial, the young man always endured the pain and did not make any noise. But Chris likes to listen to him singing. He even secretly pays attention to Chora's star network account, knowing that the boy's dream is to sing to the world.
The sound of picking up caught everyone's attention, especially the federal soldiers behind Qingyun.
Because this is the national anthem of the Union.
The voice of the young man is like the dawn, the bright light on the horizon, like the struggle of the federal soldiers in the blood and fire. The layers of darkness are all eluted by this highly infectious sound, revealing a bright future.
The federal artillery fire seems to echo in the ears of the people, adorning the juvenile song with a strong background.
Even if the body of the martyrs is trampled under the feet, even if the black and scorched earth spreads thousands of miles, the people’s eyes are still shining. Even if the sickle's sickle is lifted high, no one wants to give up.
Not only the voice of the teenager, but also a few rough voices, powerful and incoming, is the confederacy of the Qing army behind his back and his eyes shining.
Chris’s mind flashed hundreds of millions of federal people, and he instantly understood the boy’s intentions, which encouraged him.
He is encouraging you, so Chris you have to hold on.
"Destroy his nephew!"
Abraham’s malicious voice was like coming from hell.
An arc flashed, and the original clear voice hoarse in a moment. This sound is like a weeping blood, but it still sounds firm.
Chris held the whip handle with an electric arc. He looked at the teenager with his head lowered, and a tear fell directly from the black pupil. He squatted on his silver military boots.
My dream is to sing to the world.
This sentence hangs on the home page of the Chora Star Network account, slowly floating in Chris's mind.
Look, you ruined his dream.
This consciousness even made Chris's soul out of the body, but even more terrible things appeared.
When the teenager's throat was just shocked, the flashing electro-optic light also hit the gland behind the young boy's neck. The extremely sweet pheromone quickly spread throughout the room.
The author has something to say: The abuse will not end
The above sentence does not mean that I am in favor of using the abuse to attack the heart, nor does it mean that I will let Qingyun endure torture.
It’s not for the abuse to write these plots, I hope that what I really want to write can be conveyed to you.
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