Chapter 170:

"..." An Luo closed his eyes and said nothing.

His indifferent and arrogant response obviously angered those people, punching and kicking, and even someone took an iron rod and hit An Luo's leg severely!

"Well……"

The severe pain of the cracked cheekbones finally made An Luo unable to bear the dull sound, and even his lips were bitten with blood!

I wonder if the internal organs were kicked, and there was a spasm of pain in the body.

The smashed wounds on the uncle's body, the bleeding blood stained the dirty ground, and An Luo's eyes became more and more blurred.

I can't die ...

I ca n’t just die ...

I think more about the past, think about the years that I spent with Anyang in my previous life, think about the rare and peaceful life in Vancouver later ...

Luanluo almost forced herself to think about her previous life deliberately, from childhood to old age, carefully thinking about it again, as if revisiting a person's ups and downs.

Desperately thought about distracting before, so that you can alleviate the intense pain in your body.

In the end, the pain gradually became numb to the extreme, An Luo's eyes began to fall apart, the whip was drawn on the body, and there was almost no consciousness.

"You say this person is also stubborn enough, you wouldn't say a word like this. What should I do now?"

"Three Lords ordered, if you can't ask anything, you will solve him directly."

There was a murmur of discussion in his ears, and his body was cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

I can't die ...

This is the last thought before An Luo lost consciousness.
Chapter70
When An Luo woke up again at dusk, the golden sunlight shot into the corner through the worn-out iron window, and there was a thick smell in his nose. The body seemed to be drained of all its strength, and it was painful to move his fingers a little. Breathing, every pore is sharply conveying pain as if torn, and the legs are completely unconscious, and even unable to move.

An Luo frowned slightly. It was already dusk when he came to the factory before. It was too late when those people began to torture him. In the dilapidated factory, there were only the old light bulbs in the dim light. Now, those people's shadows are stretched indefinitely, and their faces are like a group of devil.

At this moment, no one was around, so quiet that he could hear his breath.

Luan Luo took a deep breath, forbearing the pain in her body, and tried to move her hands to untie her own rope.

Unfortunately, the rope was tied too tightly, An Luo's wrist was marked with a deep red mark, but the rope still showed no signs of loosening. An Luo had to give up temporarily, searching with his eyes for a place to escape.

At this moment, a sudden noise came from the iron door opened, and Anluo quickly closed his eyes to pretend to be in a coma.

There were five people who came in, one of them walking in the front, their footsteps were leisurely, probably their heads, and the footsteps of the other four people sounded a little messy.

"How is he?" The young man, headed, whispered.