latent body

Chapter 13 The Violent Beauty
Without the sun, it would never be possible to tell time by its rising and setting.There is no difference between morning and afternoon, and the concept of night and day is limited to time.

When Ling Zihan and Liao Qiu opened the door and walked into the "Iris" tavern, Zhong Jun who was sitting behind the bar looked up with a slightly surprised expression.

He has always been stable and never panics when things happen.

Of course, it can also be understood as a big nerve and numb thinking, and the overall reaction is half a beat slower than ordinary people.

Liao Qiu seemed a little excited. He strode across the space between the tables and chairs and came to the bar.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to yell, Ling Zihan, who was following closely behind, grabbed his shoulder and released a powerful force to press and press, forcing Liao Qiu to look back.

"Why are you arresting me?" Liao Qiu's eyes flashed with intense anger with flames.

Before Ling Zihan could explain, Zhong Jun stood up from his chair.He stared at the two young men standing in front of him, his eyes flickering.

"Why did you come back?" Zhong Jun asked suspiciously.He clearly remembered the opening time of Garbage Mountain, plus the time consumption of picking goods, under normal circumstances, Ling Zihan and Liao Qiu would not be able to return until at least evening.

Liao Qiu looked very impulsive.He regarded Zhong Jun as the source of all the problems, and repeatedly scolded Zhong Jun: "You...you...I want to refund the money, I quit!"

As he spoke, he took out two metal nameplates from his pocket, and slapped them heavily on the smooth counter.

Zhong Jun frowned, stared at the metal nameplate in front of him for a long time, and subconsciously asked, "What's the matter?"

Ling Zihan didn't speak, he quietly listened to Liao Qiu's fierce words to vent to Zhong Jun.

He could understand what his old friend was thinking at the moment.

In fact, on the way back from the garbage mountain, Ling Zihan had been thinking about a problem.

He felt that he seemed to have entered some kind of misunderstanding.

The emotional Liao Qiu yelled loudly, and the guests in the tavern surrounded him one after another.Zhong Xiaowei also came out of the kitchen. She crossed her arms across her chest and leaned against the wine cabinet with a cold look in her eyes.

Her attire was as seductive as ever.In particular, the skirt was more than ten centimeters shorter than usual, and the strange thing was that even then, she couldn't see the cross joint at the top of her legs through normal vision.It was as if it was a damn area where time and space dislocation created infinite mystery, causing the two slender thighs to remain parallel and never intersect.

Although Liao Qiu's narration was mixed with too many personal emotions and too much of the same content alternately, Zhong Xiaowei still understood what he wanted to express in just a few minutes.

No one saw clearly how she took off with a vertical leap, but everyone saw that she landed firmly on the counter in a crouching position.The [-]cm high heel props up the straight arch, and the black net stockings release a thrilling and seductive line.

She jumped off the counter directly, clasped Liao Qiu's shoulders with both hands at an astonishing speed, and pressed him directly on the nearest dining table with the inertia and strength that could not take a breath.

Liao Qiu's whole body was forced to lean back, from the thigh and knee joint upwards, forming a strange ninety-degree angle.

Zhong Xiaowei's right leg was split from the inside of the short skirt, accompanied by a rhythmic mechanical operation, and a [-]-centimeter-long steel rope protruded below the knee.This pop-up part has an automatic probe, and under the control of the main brain, it looks like a steel snake with self-awareness, tightly winding and binding Liao Qiu's legs.

Her whole body was pressed against Liao Qiu.

The beautiful pink bodysuit waitress uniform has openings on both sides of the waist.This cut makes the wearer look very sexy.However, Liao Qiu didn't have any thoughts about that at the moment, because Zhong Xiaowei's waist popped out a mechanical claw from the left and right ends, and she was tightly bound to the surface of the table without tearing her clothes, so she couldn't move.

She bent down with extremely slow movements, her delicate face like white porcelain was less than five centimeters from the tip of Liao Qiu's nose.This incomparably graceful picture has appeared in Liao Qiu's dreams countless times, and it has accompanied him through countless cold and dark nights.

However, at this time and this time, Liao Qiu couldn't have the long-awaited impulse no matter what.

He felt that the spring of the prosthetic limb under the body must be broken, or the bolt slipped due to the high speed of running before... In short, it showed signs of falling off and could not return to normal function.

Zhong Xiaowei's lips were as red as fire. She raised her right hand, and the tip of her slender and beautiful index finger suddenly parted, and a metal member about ten centimeters long protruded from the lower layer of the nail.Although the width of this thing is only three millimeters, the cutting edge is quite sharp, reflecting a terrifying luster.

"It has been 33 years, nine months, and seven days since my brother opened the tavern here. I remember very clearly that you came later. At that time, you were starving to death. If my brother hadn't given you a piece of cassava biscuit, you would never have survived to this day."

Zhong Xiaowei's voice was very pleasant, and it sounded very natural, not like electronic synthesis: "In business, you need to be trustworthy, and the same is true for being a human being. One silver horn can be exchanged for a pass card for picking goods in the mountains. Everyone in the town knows that this is the rule set by my brother, and it will never be changed."

"The Bonebreakers won't let you in, that's between you and them."

"You often peek at me, and secretly took many videos and photos of me."

"Don't deny it, I can find a lot of evidence from where you live right now."

"I actually know a lot of things, but I just don't want to tell the truth, because there is no need for that."

"I'll give you a suggestion, find a place to sit down and have a glass of iced drink now, and calm down your overheated brain."

"Don't make me kill."

"Maybe you want to try what it feels like to have your eyes gouged out by me."

"I'm still very interested in your face. It would be nice to cut it off and make a mask and hang it on the wall. It will be a very good decoration."

Liao Qiu's face turned pale. He deeply realized and understood the true meaning of the phrase "behind a beautiful face hides an evil soul".

"I... I was wrong." Although it is embarrassing to admit a mistake in front of a woman, Liao Qiu feels that compared with a series of terrible experiences such as having his eyeballs gouged out, his skin cut off, and his life lost, saying these three resounding words in public is nothing at all.

Zhong Xiaowei showed off her face and smiled like a flower.

The scary finger knife is gone.

The steel buckle at the waist disappears.

The steel cables wrapped around her legs were retracted, and what kind of terrifying metal components were hidden between her legs was enough to trigger a series of reveries.

Ling Zihan watched Liao Qiu being humiliated by Zhong Xiaowei... Well, that's the whole process of this word.

He stretched out his hand to pick up Liao Qiu who had been let go by Zhong Xiaowei, and complained softly: "You are too impulsive. Actually, this matter has nothing to do with Brother Zhong."

Liao Qiu nodded sullenly and said "huh".

Calm down, he also figured out the joints.

Ling Zihan turned around and scanned the audience with sharp eyes.

Soon, the focus of sight fell on an old and hunchbacked figure.

He parted the crowd, walked slowly to Yang Ligeng who was sitting in the corner, stared at him for a few seconds, and asked earnestly, "You did it, didn't you?"

The old man's gray hair looks messy, and his face is densely wrinkled, mixed with age spots of different sizes.The lips were tightly pressed together, forming a thin line, and the veins on both sides of the forehead kept throbbing, probably because of nervousness and fear.

"...I don't understand what you're talking about." After a long time, he responded very slowly: "I don't understand what you mean."

Ling Zihan's eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge, he pulled a chair from the side and sat down.The chosen location was very ingenious, sealing off all possibilities and gaps for Yang Ligeng to escape.

"You sat in this position yesterday morning." Ling Zihan said flatly: "When Boss Zhong hung up the small blackboard at the bar, you saw that Liao Qiu and I spent money to buy a pass card from Brother Zhong."

"You are a frequent visitor to the tavern, and you come here every day, and you will form a habit after a long time. There are few people in the town, and your seat is almost fixed."

"When Liao Qiu and I came back from the garbage mountain that day, you were still sitting in this position. You saw us hand over the picked goods to Brother Zhong, and he gave us five silver cents as a reward."

"You secretly pass the news to the Boneshards, let them trouble me and ask me for money."

Yang Ligeng kept silent, he drank some wine before, his face was flushed, and his eyes were a little distracted.

Ling Zihan continued his question: "I came to Yazi Town a few years ago, and I usually make a living by hunting and picking goods. I never caused trouble in the town, and I never had any interaction with you. I don't understand, why do you do this?"

Everyone changed their perspectives and looked at Yang Ligeng.

Zhong Jun has been standing behind the bar, observing everything through the gaps in the crowd.

Zhong Xiaowei took a few steps forward and stood next to Ling Zihan, her face was full of unkind and cold expressions.

Liao Qiu sneaked in. He tried his best to look like he was forced to lean sideways because of too many people. His chest was pressed against Zhong Xiaowei's left shoulder and arm, and he scratched him occasionally. He didn't know what kind of feeling this intimate contact was like.

Yang Ligeng remained silent, as if he had suddenly lost his language function.

"It's useless if you don't talk." Ling Zihan tapped hard on the crude dining table surface with his hand: "The people of the Bones Smasher Gang are very domineering. They want me to hand over five silver dimes. Liao Qiu and I almost died in their hands today."

"You should know exactly what that means."

"We were lucky and escaped back."

"Now, you must give me an explanation."

Yang Ligeng trembled all over, he tried his best to control the trembling of his body, suppressed the terrible sense of fear, and asked tremblingly, "You...you want to kill me?"

Ling Zihan's eyes released hatred and ferocity: "You can give me a reason not to kill you, but the premise is to convince me."

(Ask for all kinds of tickets, thank you all)

(End of this chapter)