In the cell in the other passage of the basement, Yu Yong was leaning against the cold wall in a daze. Hearing two gunshots, he immediately sat up with a loud noise.

He slammed the wall with his fist excitedly, "Hey! He Xiang, did you hear it? It's gunshots."

In the cell at the other end of the corridor, He Xiang was also lying on the iron railing, listening carefully.

"I heard it. Gunshots."

"If there are gunshots, it means that the police are coming, and we should be rescued."

"Don't be happy too early,"

"why?"

"Because I saw the **** with a gun in his waist, the beast got a gun from nowhere, and he put the gun in my mouth and said he wanted to play the trigger game with me. "

"Huh? Where did he get the gun?"

"You ask me, who am I asking, I am not very clear about the brute. Maybe he snatched the gun from the police."

Yu Yong was taken aback, "Will it? You even snatched a gun from the police?"

"That's impossible, I really can't think of anything else that the animal can't do."

After a while of silence, He Xiang whispered, "So the two shots just now were probably shot by the bastard."

Yu Yong sighed, his mood suddenly turned gloomy, feeling that little hope was stifled again.

Over there, after Zhou Xiaoguang helped Lao Zhou, who was holding his forehead, back to his room, he suddenly felt unhappy. After all, the beggar just let go because of his negligence. He could have had a chance to kill him.

Really **** it, there was a lot of opportunity to kill him just now, but he ran away! It is simply ridiculous.

"Dad, all of this is to blame on the fat little beast. If it hadn't come out in time, I would have shot him twice and smashed his brains."

Lao Zhou lay on the bed, waved his hands, closed his eyes tiredly, and motioned him not to speak any more.

"Dad, take a break first. I'll go and catch the little beast. See if I don't choke it to death, it will ruin my good deeds."

Zhou Xiaoguang finished speaking and went out with a baseball bat.

"Mimi! Cute little cat, come out."

Zhou Xiaoguang called as he walked, but the little fluffy figure was nowhere to be seen.

Somehow, he walked to He Xiang's cell.

When He Xiang saw him, he immediately put on that bitter face.

Zhou Xiaoguang walked over with a smile, took out the key, and opened the door of the cell.

Whenever he feels upset, torturing He Xiang can get a good release. This has been confirmed countless times. Now if He Xiang was beaten up, would the unhappiness caused by the beggar be put behind his head?

"Dear beauty, you look exactly the same today as you always do, and you still look like someone owes you 800."

"Go away, you beast."

"Huh? You're not being gentle again? I know you miss the taste of a leather whip again, but I forgot to bring a leather whip. But the taste of a baseball bat is also good."

Zhou Xiaoguang said, raising the baseball bat, aiming at He Xiang's head and planning to swipe it down.

"Dear beauty, you said that if I pull it down with a stick, what will your head be like?"

He Xiang smiled sadly, "Beast, you can kill me quickly, I don't want to live long ago."

"Oh, baby, kill you, who will play with me? I can't bear to kill you."

He Xiang sneered, "What happened to the two gunshots just now?"

Zhou Xiaoguang was startled at first, and then hesitated, "Just now we got a big mouse here. When I was in a hurry, I drew my gun and aimed it at the mouse twice."

He Xiang laughed, "Mouse? Do you need a gun? You really made a fuss."

"Yeah, I'm not worried, did the mouse bit my beauty?"

"Oh? What's the result? Did you hit that rat?"

"No, let it run."

"You are really useless, you can't even hit a mouse."

He Xiang looked at Zhou Xiaoguang contemptuously.

Zhou Xiaoguang looked at He Xiang and noticed that he was getting angry, "Dear beauty, it seems that my husband hasn't made friends with you in a long time? Do you miss your husband?"

Of course He Xiang realized what he was going to do, so he crawled back screaming, "Get out! Get out! You bastard."

Zhou Xiaoguang happily walked over, "Don't worry, my dear beauty, I promise to be gentle and will never hurt you."

He Xiang shrank in fright, "No! Get out!"

Zhou Xiaoguang continued to walk forward, but when he put his hand on the zipper of his pants, he couldn't help yelling.

He suddenly became sober. He remembered that his lifeblood had just been put in a plaster by the beggar, and now he touched it lightly with his hand, and it hurts terribly. In this case, how can he make affection with a woman?

He Xiang seemed to have insight into everything from the weird expression on his face, so she sneered, "Hey, is it really a rat that came just now?"

"of course."

"Did that rat bit your lifeblood? So you can't do what you love now?"

Zhou Xiaoguang was so irritated that she could not help but stretched out his feet and kicked He Xiang, "You bitch, dare to watch Lao Tzu's jokes? See Lao Tzu not want your life!" After speaking, he pointed at He Xiang's waist and abdomen again. A violent kick.

He Xiang neither yelled nor struggled, just let him kick.

When he stopped from kicking tiredly, she spouted a mouthful of blood.

"That mouse didn't do a bad job. It should bite off your wicked lifeblood and let you beasts and grandchildren."

"What the **** are you talking about? I think you really feel itchy today. I will go back to the house and get the whip."

Zhou Xiaoguang said, turning around to leave.

He Xiang furiously crawled to his feet and stopped him.

"Please, kill me. I don't want to live anymore."

At this moment, He Xiang's face was full of blood, tears mixed with blood, falling drop by drop on the ground, looking very sad.

Zhou Xiaoguang was stunned.

He was stunned by the beauty of the weak creatures.

He stared at He Xiang's small slap face, and suddenly felt that she had never been so beautiful.

Will any creature become so beautiful before praying to be killed?

"Please, kill me, I don't want to live like a dog anymore. What's the point of living like this? It's easy to kill me, just use your baseball bat and a stick. Come down, with a bang, and I will be completely relieved. It doesn't take you any effort.

He Xiang crawled over, hugged Zhou Xiaoguang's feet, and cried loudly.

"Do you really want to die that way?"

He Xiang nodded vigorously.

"Well then, I will fulfill you."

There was no expression on Zhou Xiaoguang's face, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

He Xiang closed his eyes.

Zhou Xiaoguang raised the baseball bat high and aimed it at He Xiang's head.