Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

At the same time, in a quiet but clean room, Qiongying was sitting on a stool with a calm face, but extremely disturbed inside.

There is only her here, and although the conditions are better, she is getting more and more irritable.

All her hopes now rest on Chang Che.

He must come back to save himself.

Only by thinking this way and insisting on this belief can she alleviate her fear.

Time flies like years.

From day to night, there are people who are strictly patrolling outside; even if there is no strict speed, she can't escape, she has no skills, she is just a fresh graduate, how can she fight against the kidnappers?

The only thing she can do is to keep her heart strong.

At night, slightly cool.

The conditions here are simple, and it’s fine during the day, but at night there are mosquitoes buzzing everywhere, and the mosquitoes are big, and when they bite on the arm, it’s just a big, red bun. Couldn't sleep well at all.

After tossing and turning for an unknown amount of time, suddenly, she heard a noise, a very slight sound, but Qiongying's eyes widened.

I saw a figure silently coming to her bedside. Seeing her reaction, I immediately covered her mouth, and then I heard a woman's voice: "Miss Fu, it's me, poison. I'm now Let go of you, don't make a sound."

Qiongying nodded.

Poison let go of her and whispered to her, "Miss Fu, come with me."

"Can we escape?"

"Yes. I have figured out the situation outside." Poison was in front, and while observing the surrounding environment, he gave her an affirmative voice.

During the day, because there are many people, it is difficult to act.

Well at night.

Qiongying nervously followed behind Poison, and silently bypassed the patrolling people. In fact, the patrol here is not particularly strict. Maybe the other party didn't take the hostages of this plane into their eyes at all. Poison was hiding his edge before. , it is much more convenient to do things now.

Then, the footsteps quickly faded away.

It's 02:30 in the morning, the deepest time of human sleep, and a night watchman is dozing against a wall with a gun in his hand.