Whistle To the Earth, You Guys Really Know How To Play

The dungeon of the Ophiuchus naval port is not much the same as the dungeon in the ordinary sense.

The dungeon here is generally used to hold major fugitives, political prisoners, and important prisoners of the enemy.

The dungeon is surrounded by pure white, with half-meter-thick alloy walls on the top, bottom, left, and right. There are no windows. The only thing that communicates with the outside world is the cell door and the ventilation openings. However, even the ventilation openings are reinforced with dense small holes. The transparent glass is stacked one after another to prevent races with transformation ability from escaping.

I usually don't see anything other than nutrition supplements, and no one talks to you. After staying in this environment for a long time, people's thoughts are easy to empty and collapse, and it is easier to tell the truth during interrogation.

On the cross in the cell, a man in an iron-grey military uniform was handcuffed to it in a large font. His military uniform was crumpled, and his collar was lined under his neck, revealing two sexy, distinct clavicles.

The drooping head couldn't see the original appearance in the shadow, and the hair covered the upper half of his face.

The electronic lock on the cell door snapped open.

Morris walked in, glanced at the man, and slowly closed the door.

The man hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was very low and dull: "Morris."

Morris walked up to him without saying a word, pinched his chin with his white gloved right hand and lifted it up.

Gern's face appeared.

The red mark with a weal mark on the right face has not disappeared.

Morris pressed his white-gloved hand on the scar and said, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Morris' eyes sank, and his fingers pressed harder and harder: "Just to make you hurt."

"It doesn't hurt." Gunn chuckled. "Don't be angry, Stephenson told me everything."

"Huh!" Morris suddenly drew a soft whip to Gunn, and a red welt ran across the collarbone to his chest: "What did he say?"

Genn was not annoyed, he only had a slight tingling on his body. He whispered: "What about baby? When did you do it? Why didn't you tell me?"

Morris said coldly: "Destroyed, you don't want it anyway."

"Hehe..." Guen chuckled, his handsome face was not haggard from the imprisonment these few days, but smiled more movingly, "You won't."

Looking at his confident expression, Morris became even more annoyed, and said coldly, "Your brother is also locked up by me!"

Genn was not irritated, but looked at him tenderly, as if watching a child with a temper, and said, "Be good, don't make trouble."

Morris raised his chin arrogantly and asked, "Where do you have confidence?"

Genn smiled and said, "Because it's you, so... I'm very confident."

When Genn laughed, his brown pupils were shining like crumpled stars, Morris's apple moved up and down, and the whip in his hand lifted Genn's shirt. He was thin and strong on his chest, waist and abdomen. The red marks are particularly attractive.

Morris leaned over, and their lips were very close: "I want to **** you."

"Yes." Gunn smiled.

"Really?" Morris's ending sounded a little bit of excitement, and I couldn't notice it if I didn't listen carefully.

"Well, use your back."

Morris gritted his teeth and said, "Gern, you just owe it."

He took out the remote control and pressed it a few times, and the cross became an electric chair for punishment.

Then Morris first stuffed the stuffed with sauce, which was too much to bear, and Gern put the stuffed stuffed with sauce, and finally they made the stuffed stuffed with sauce.

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