Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

If we don't take quick action, we will definitely be swallowed up by the cracks in the ground or torn into pieces.

Feng Qingyu hoped that he could die in the gentle embrace of women, rather than being strangled in a cold and deserted alley by someone who regarded him as a love rival. Suddenly, he felt that the women in Rhodes Island had become more beautiful.

Mandela had no right to choose how she died.

"The next time I see Abrana, I will complain to her and exercise my relative's authority. Any evil will be brought to justice -"

A smoke bomb made in Rhodes Island flew in a graceful arc and landed at Mandela's feet. Before the furious Mandela could react, a burst of tear gas quickly overflowed from the inside of the smoke bomb, and the "hissing" sound made by the smoke was unpleasant.

The unknown tear gas quickly filled the narrow alley. Feng Qingyu was worried that it was not effective enough, so he threw another flash bomb to consolidate it. There was a metal trash can in the alley. He could reach the top of the wall by stepping on it and escaped smoothly.

Knowing that the opponent was very strong, a head-on confrontation would only lead to problems. If Kal'tsit, Surtur, or Tallulah were around, she would not have slipped away like she did now.

With a higher EQ, she was just making a reasonable tactical retreat. There is nothing bad about a reasonable tactical retreat. How can there be a general who always wins in this world?

Comforting herself in this way, Feng Qingyu jumped onto the covered trash can nimbly and successfully climbed to the top of the wall. Because the movement was too large, the burn on her back was torn, and her body was in severe pain for a moment, which affected her ability to climb the wall, and she almost fell down.

Mandela used magic to disperse the smoke, and moved to the wall in an instant, making a comeback. There was a gust of wind below, and sand and rocks flew in the alley. Feng Qingyu couldn't open his eyes, and he was hit hard on the head.

The head is the most vulnerable part of her body. This made her feel dizzy. The world was spinning all of a sudden. The starry night sky of Londinium kept spinning above her head. Spinning, spinning...

The body could no longer maintain balance, and scalding liquid flowed from the place where it was hit, blocking the vision.

Feng Qingyu couldn't hold on to the wall and fell off. She didn't have time to complain about the pain in her body, her head was hurting so badly that her vision went black and she lost consciousness.

His feverish body couldn't stand the torture, and the intense mating with Lolo in the underground infrastructure made his already unhealthy body even worse.

This is the end. If we fall into the hands of the enemy, won't there be only one way to go, death?

……

I don't know how long it took, but Feng Qingyu was awakened by a severe headache. He felt a little uncomfortable in his lower body, obviously because he had been holding back the holy water for too long and needed to release it immediately. He reached out and touched it, and found several bandages wrapped around his forehead. The bleeding area had been bandaged, and the bandaging skills were pretty good.

Her mouth felt dry and she needed to drink water. Her stomach was empty and she had already digested the food she had eaten for dinner.

Hunger causes the body to feel cold. Another reason for feeling cold is:

"Who took my clothes off?"

Feng Qingyu now had no cloth to cover her skin, and after she fainted, her armor was forcibly removed. Not only that, she was also handcuffed and shackled to restrict her movements.

What mistake did she make?

"I did it, do you have any problem with it?"

The arrogant and contemptuous tone is undoubtedly Mandela.

Before being knocked unconscious by something, the last person she saw was also Mandela. From this, it can be inferred that she was kidnapped by Mandela. The current location is a basement without windows. It is difficult to distinguish between day and night, and there is nothing to tell the time.

All the belongings on his body were confiscated by Mandela, and his body became weak and powerless, alternating between hot and cold.

Maybe it was a wrong choice to meet Abrana, no one knew that the little fangirl of the leader of the Deep Pool would attack her. In addition to mating, she was still not used to the look of wearing the Emperor's new clothes.

"I don't dare... But, can you let me put on some clothes? It's very cold without anything on."

"That's not necessary. There's no air leakage in this basement. You're fine this way. I haven't appreciated Draco's body yet. You can be my experiment. If you dare to refuse, you will suffer a lot."

17. Experimental products of the cadres in the deep pool

"Ms. Mandela, your behavior is kidnapping. You are breaking the law, do you know that?"

Feng Qingyu put her hands in front of her chest to cover the last bit of privacy, even though her body had already been seen by Mandela.

"What laws and rules are there in Victoria now? It's ridiculous. I wanted to kill you directly. The rock piton was only one centimeter away and your heart would be crushed immediately."

"Thank you for showing mercy - you don't want to hear me say that, do you?"

Faced with Mandela's mocking expression, Feng Qingyu felt more and more unhappy.

Everything is so confusing, or rather, Mandela just looks weird, 1919810 times weirder than Brother Jie who invited others to his home to have sex.

It was futile to cover her body, so she simply gave up the meaningless covering and met Mandela honestly.

"My family is bankrupt now. No, I am actually only a distant relative of the Feng family, and also a relative of your leader. You don't want Abrana to know that you killed her relatives, do you? Also, why did you imprison me in the basement?"

Apart from his good looks and decent endurance of his tail, Feng Qingyu didn't know what advantages he had. Apart from being Mandela's hot weapon, he couldn't think of a reason for being kidnapped.

A Filin in the courtship period has a desire to mate no less than species with strong desires like Draco and Vayfan. Kal'tsit's positive attitude towards Tail applies to other Filins as well.

very scary.

These fa♀qing women should not be underestimated.

Mandela put a piece of bread and a bottle of water on the ground and pushed them to Feng Qingyu's feet like feeding a dog. The way she looked at her was more and more like someone from the alphabet circle. Feng Qingyu found that she was indeed wearing a metal collar around her neck.

The collar couldn't be removed for the time being, and it wasn't clear if there would be any side effects if it was removed casually, such as a sudden explosion or a poisonous needle that could kill her instantly. The metal collar was warmed by her body temperature and didn't weigh much, so she didn't feel its presence at first.

Very bad.

No, it was extremely passive. She could imagine countless plots of the basement avi. Now that she was the heroine of the film, she was not excited at all.

All sounds are gone, and a bunch of "misery" and "danger" are floating above my head.

Mandela suddenly stretched out her legs in white knee-high socks, stepped on Feng Qingyu's tail, and gently crushed it with moderate force. If she had used too much force, the tail would have been crushed by now. Her purpose was not to abuse or hurt him, but to play with him and tease him, which was more interesting.

"I told you before, you are a research subject and a special specimen, or a useless Drake, a useless descendant of Victoria's nobles. You should be grateful to be able to survive in my hands. Don't expect anything else."

The touch of the soft soles of the film woman's feet and the occasional stepping on her gave the tail a strange feeling - this feeling was no worse than during mating, and it was even a bit comfortable.

Feng Qingyu became more and more excited when he thought that it was the Shenchi cadre who stepped on his tail.

"hiss……"

The tail emits a tingling electric current to all parts of the body, especially the back and spine, where the stimulation is particularly clear and intense.

Damn, she was kind of obsessed with this feeling.

Mandela saw Feng Qingyu's expression clearly, one point of humiliation, and ninety points of enjoyment. His pale cheeks turned rosy under this action, his breathing became disordered and rapid.

Draco is really easy to understand. After all, dragons are silver in nature. Those who like impact are Draco or Vaifan (bushi). She is playing with the descendants of the noble King Draco Gael, and she has got back the rejection she received from the leader.

It is simply delightful that an untouchable race can be toyed with by lowly Film.

"Look at your obscene appearance. It's totally different from the leader. The leader would never show such an expression. You look like a female Pero in her fa♀ period."

"Whose fault is it..."

Feng Qingyu clenched his fists, and every joint in his body was concentrated by the current, and he was numb and unable to move. If he continued to step on it, the semi-closed circular muscles might spit.

Mandela is so good at it, I don't know where he learned all these tricks. Would Abrana, such a serious person, really teach her subordinates to wrestle?

"Of course it's your fault, Draco. Do you have the courage to refuse such an [experiment]?"

Filin smiled emotionlessly while exerting force on his ankle. The poor tail had nowhere to escape under Filin's control and could only be bullied.

"No... please don't be polite to me. I am very satisfied with your experiment... vulgar, but give me more..."

Since you can't refuse, you have to accept it honestly. Just like life, you can accept it whether you are happy or unhappy. It is better to make yourself comfortable.

The first priority to save your life is to try not to anger the kidnapper, and then figure out the rest later.

When Mandra is relaxed, I will take the opportunity to find a way to escape and reunite with the people in Rhodes Island. Even if I can't reunite with Rhodes Island immediately after escaping, it is better than being kept in the basement without seeing the sun.

Being held captive by a woman for the first time in her life, she was not happy at all. However, the pleasure was absolutely real.

Under Mandela's repeated "inhumane ravages", the temperature and humidity of the basement floor rose to abnormal levels, and a winding and flowing line was produced at the vertex of the bisector of the obtuse angle formed by Feng Qingyu's two knees and body.

She was shamefully stepped on and her spiritual power was flowing. It was a bit embarrassing, but she had no way to refuse.

Feilin's golden eyes were full of teasing. If she was from the alphabet circle, she would definitely be a sadist. Her every move was in line with the characteristics of a sadist, except for loudly announcing it.

The brain became groggy again, and Mandela's face became increasingly blurred in the mist. When the string of reason was about to break, Mandela suddenly stood up and left her tail.

The trampled "Little Feng Qingyu" was still immersed in the atmosphere of being trampled and could not accept the sudden stop.

"Hey... Don't do that. If you're going to do it, do it properly... Would it be too much to stop now?"

Feng Qingyu was very angry.

She accepted being imprisoned in the basement and being bullied by the malicious and sadistic cadres. The bullying was so intense that she suddenly stopped, which made people anxious.

Mandela knows when to stop.

"I've changed my mind, Draco. Now you have a chance to please me and make me happy. I'll consider your proposal if I'm in a good mood. Now I'm not happy enough, what should I do?"

18. Drake will never surrender

"Forget it then... I won't sell my soul for such a thing."

Feng Qingyu took a deep breath first to calm down the turbid thoughts in his brain. When he was undecided, he took a deep breath first to let his rusty brain work smoothly.

She recalled the first day she became an undercover agent after leaving the intrigue-filled Guard Bureau. Her contact and mentor, Sir Lin, told her that the most important thing when being an undercover agent is not to leak one's own intelligence, otherwise more undercover agents will be exposed and sacrificed.

Another important thing is self-protection. Undercover agents must learn to protect themselves in extremely dangerous environments. Undercover agents may not be able to wait for support all the time, and most of the time they have to rely on themselves to improvise.

There is another hidden principle, which is not to betray. To betray an undercover agent is equivalent to losing one's soul and morality, which Feng Qingyu would never do. If we replace it with the current scene, as long as she says "I want it", it would be no different from betrayal.

It's just a step on the tail, no big deal.

"Miss Mandela, no matter how you torture me, my answer will not change... I will neither give in to you nor join the deep pool. As for the food, I don't intend to refuse it, and I also believe that you will not use such a despicable trick as poisoning, otherwise Abrana will definitely be disappointed."

"Isn't that natural? The leader never taught me how to be a mean person."

Mandela tore off a piece of bread and stuffed it into her mouth right in front of her. Since she dared to eat it, it proved that it was not poisonous, and the provocation was also used on point. After confirming that the food and drinking water were fine, Feng Qingyu dared to enjoy this simple dinner.

It seems to be a little simpler than the self-heating set in Rhode Island, because the self-heating set contains rice and soup, which tastes more homely, unlike bread which is cold and dry.

The small puffs and breads produced in Longmen taste better than this one.

In a nutshell, it tastes terrible.

The process of swallowing bread is difficult. It is as rough as a dried rag, rubbing against the soft oral mucosa, bringing waves of dry irritation.

Fortunately, there is water. Swallowing dry bread and water together can minimize the possibility of choking.

She tried her best to restrain herself from showing any discomfort, but Mandela's sharp eyes were fixed on her, refusing to move away.

"It tastes terrible, doesn't it? It's dry and hard, and has no sweetness. It's only slightly better than the worst brown bread in the bakery. Once you've tasted something better, you won't touch it again."

"To be honest, I think... this thing tastes really bad."

"That's right, it tastes bad. A young lady like you must have never suffered before, right?"

Mandela showed a self-deprecating expression, his eyes were not focused, and he was lost in the memories of a certain period of time. Those memories were by no means pleasant, and that piece of unpalatable bread seemed to have some story.

Everyone living on this devastated land has his or her own story.

Is it time for intimate sister now?

"In fact, I am not a young lady, and I have never had a good life. I was raised by my parents in name only, but in reality, my aunt and uncle who are not closely related to me by blood. Do you think that someone covered in scars can be a young lady?"

Feng Qingyu turned his back and showed her the tattoos covering his back. Under the tattoos were layers of scars. The purpose of the tattoos was not to look handsome, but to cover up blemishes.

Those ugly scars are enough to occupy the sight, even tattoos can't completely cover their existence. Scars are simply too numerous to cover, and 50% of the tattoos are in vain.

"Have you...been bullied?"

"Not really. No one could beat me in a fight during high school, not even in senior year. Even if there was bullying, it was me who bullied others."

"So that means you were abused by your adoptive parents?"

"Not really. My adoptive father was too arrogant before and I broke his leg. Since then, he has never dared to bully me and my sister again, nor did he dare to think about making my sister drop out of school."

"Why is that? Are you a masochist who likes being tortured with burning candles and hot water?"

Mandela became a little interested in Feng Qingyu. If this Drake was an M, she, a sadist, could have some fun. The night was long, and the leader hadn't assigned her any tasks in the next few days, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to play with the leader's kind a little.

The scene of stepping on the tail just now has made her excited. The piece of cloth on her body, which was a closed figure formed by three line segments that were not in the same straight line and connected end to end, has become less dry. The excited sweat soaked her skirt and slid down her neck and skin.

The desire to bully Drake gradually grew stronger and more intense.

"It was caused by an accident."

Feng Qingyu recalled the time when she first became a police officer. She was still a young person full of passion and energy, unaware of the dangers of society. After traveling to Terra, she grew up again from a teenager, and her current mental age is over 50 years old.

The Terra's Guard Bureau is in a similar situation. There is intrigue in the workplace, with superiors trying to seize the credit of their subordinates and claiming it as their own. The low-level Longmen police officers have worked diligently for several years and have even found it difficult to be promoted to inspector, but the cunning old fox has risen through the ranks and become the head of the Commercial Crime Investigation Division.

The burns on her back were also caused during a hostage rescue operation, but her boss took the credit for it halfway through. In addition, the hostage had lost consciousness at that time and had no idea who rescued him, so she couldn't explain herself.

She omitted her experience as a police officer and only said that she was thrown into a fire by her colleagues and she managed to escape death with all her might.

“That’s a really unpleasant memory.”

When two souls with wounds come together, they unexpectedly resonate with each other. When Mandela saw those scars, she couldn't help but think of the shadow that the evil Victorian aristocracy had brought to her.