Chapter 437: Defeated male pet 37

"Don't come over." Yan Qing looked shocked.
One of the men with a knife and a sneer on his lips, "Are you not a rabbit, what is high? We are on you, that is to see you."
Said, the four people rushed together to control the words.
When Yan Qing wanted to yell, but one of them directly covered his mouth, his mouth could only make a painful sobbing sound.
Everything that happened in the cell, the jailers around him were in sight, but no one was nosy.
Even if they were prisoners in the same cell, some people took a share of the prison, while others closed their eyes and raised their minds.
Throughout the night, Yan Qing was tortured all night, his eyes gradually disappeared from the initial clarity, and finally became empty and empty.
What is wrong with his love with Yu Wen, why these people want to insult him so much.
Yu Wen, do you really want me?
When the first window of sunlight was projected into the ventilation window above his head, he closed his eyes desperately.
A prisoner on his body, seeing him motionless, was shocked and quickly came down from him.
"Hey, feed, feed, don't pretend to die."
The secretary is still motionless, and everyone in the cell is a little panicked.
"He shouldn't die?"
"Hey, hey, how can it be so easy to die."
Someone explored his breath and found that there was still gas, which was reassuring.
When the jailer discovered the horror of the singer, he warned the other people in the prison that he was killed and the jailer changed the singer into a separate cell.
Since that day, the longest thing that Yanqing has done is to be in a daze. The seemingly desperate eyes, faintly can see a hint of forbearance and viciousness.
After he had spent a few days, late at night, the jailers fell down one by one, and a black shadow quietly entered the prison. After hearing the news, Yan Qing looked up at the black man.
"Who are you?" Yan Qing looked at the black man. "Is Yuwen asking you to save me?"
During the conversation, his eyes shot a look of ambiguity.
The black man did not speak out, but went straight toward him.
Yan Qing felt the danger and the killing from the black man. He kept going back until he retired to the corner and there was no way to go.
"Come on!" Yan Qing called out loudly, but the whole cell was quiet, and everyone slept.
The only awake person is the singer and the black man in front of him.
The black man grabbed his neck and his cold eyes didn't have a touch of emotion.
Yan Qing is constantly struggling, but no matter how hard he struggles, he can't get rid of it. The air in the chest became less and less, and there was a burst of pain in the chest.
He clutched the man's hand tightly, revealing the man's wrist during the struggle. When he saw the black skull on the inside of the wrist, the eyelids were round.
This person he once saw in Yuwen's study!
Why, why did he send someone to kill him!
Yan’s struggling hand gradually loosened, and there was still no to struggle for survival.
When he was about to be smashed, the black man suddenly gave a painful suffocation, and the hand holding his neck suddenly loosened.
There were two black men in the cell. The two men attacked directly toward the black man. The man also wanted to kill the singer before he left, but the other two did not give him a chance.