Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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The origins of prisons can be traced back to the ancient times, prison is the sill or rock hole of the original man to domesticate the beast. After arriving in the clan society, it is used to detention, and drive them to work. After the country, the prison has also been produced as part of the national machine.

A few remainings, but they were swallowed by the boundless darkness, and they couldn't afford to have a ripple in the broken mud wall. There was a coffin located in this secret corner, short, full of depression, where it is Irriting the day to help unattended prisons.

This seems to be a corner of the world forgotten and spur, a wall, the wall is bright, and the murder is stark.

The rock around the prison building is white, the trunk is also white, which is to prevent the captain from escape from the prison, rock, trees painted in white, even in the night, there is nowhere to hide.

The wall around the prison building is high, at least 20 meters, more tight, the wall, on the wall, the hidden look, and prevent prisoners from climbing up.

When it was late, the cold wind was blown from the wall of the wall, and the miserable sound of "... ...", blown down the dust, floating in half air, filled the whole dungeon, inclusions It is odor, and the psychology of every prison is inexplicably infiltrated.

In this silent evening, suddenly a smashing or a prisoner's unhappy, like awakening the eardrum of sleeping the eternal ghost, the tatty people, only the darkness of the heart is your forever partner!

Yang Ming walked in the prison alone, and went to the dungeon in the prison underground.

"Hey, you are awkward, you are awkward!"

A footsteps constantly returned in a narrow corridor.

Upon hearing the outside moving, the prisoner in the corridor, the prison in the corridor, did not show his head, and the long hair of the neckstall, a pair of numbly boused double-pupil stared in Yang Ming, in their eyes I have already lost the yearning for freedom, as is the general existence of the corpse.

Every force is never bright, the more beautiful, the brighter, in the face of not known, is unimaginable.

In the prisoners who were imprisoned here, most of them were people who were helped to help hostile, some were members of the Zongmen forces, and some are the aristocrats and officials of the imperial bombings, and some are the enemy of prisoners in the war. The military soldiers, even a small part is civilians, but they have been detained by secret arrests because they spread their unfavorable rumors.

Each cell is a rectangular room, three meters long, two meters wide, two windows, sitting on the wall with a stucco falling off, the room placed a wooden board that has been dry, take up In most spaces, there is a thin quilt, because there is no sun to the sun, I have already smeared, and it is difficult to breathe.

These cells are much lower than the land in the outside, even more short than the city, so very wet, only one or two small windows can be translucent, the window holes are on high, prisoners raise hands It's not enough to come out from the hole in the holes, very weak, even if there is no war, if there is no, if you have a bombing in the evening, there is no black, and it will change here. It is a black black.

Only the candle in the door of the cell, also swaying some flaps, from the weak light, can faintly see the rusty iron fence, and the black floor.

Every prisoner wears a shackles and chain lock that prevents them from jailbreak, and in order to prevent them to use the soul, everyone is temporarily seized in the body's soul flow.

Yang Ming's eye angle is a glimpse. In the third cell of the left, there are two gray bones in the iron boxing of a pair, probably the human leg bone, and the cell is also detained another prisoner. I have a little fat, it seems that it is eaten by him.

Yang Ming all the way, according to the strength before jail, the more powerful prisoners, the more it is being held in the depths of the dungeon.

The imperial emperor once was enjoyed, and one person was held in the deepest place in the dungeon, and there was no prisoner in the nearby supervision.

Now, this round of the round to the landlord Dragon, Wang Zi Ji to enjoy.

There is no lamp in the prostitute of Zi Ji, even without a window, a paint black, not seeing the sky, no, don't see yourself.

Consolidation, cockroach, gecko, climbed in the dark, send out " " sound, Zi Ji is also a woman, she is not afraid of powerful enemies, they can be afraid of consumption, cockroaches such as nausea, alone One person holds his legs and curled up in the corner of the wooden board.

For other prisoners, these migrators, cockroaches, and gecko are rare to add delicious, but it is absolutely reluctant to see the creatures. Every time she listened to the consumption, the heart has hair, this will The child is biased, and she climbed her back to her, and suddenly jumped on her shoulder, scared it, constantly changed position, trying to get rid of the mouse.

Zi Ji is too focused on dealing with the consumption, and even even Yang Ming's footsteps did not pay attention.

Perhaps, she has been preparing for her heart, so even if she pays attention, it is also pretended to be heard.

The taste of the dunner is a weird, and the dampness after the rain has the taste of the dried blood. The whole corridor is very dim. Only the two-sided oil lamp flashes the weak light. It is blown by the wind. Don't see the day, even the air is turbid, a normal person can't stand it, it is not possible to detain the people here, it may not go in a lifetime, so it is not only damp and blood taste, and there is a kind of death. breath.

Yang Ming paused on the outside of the threshold of the threshold, and explored the key in the arms, inserted into the early rusty latch.

"Hey!"

The door opened, Yang Ming stepped into the supervision.

Until at this time, Zi Ji stopped the busy movement. The head is stiff to the head. The pair of charming eyes in the pair of peace is full of uneasiness and fear.

It is only waiting for Yang Ming to deeply know the horror of Yang Ming.

Yang Ming's horror, it is not related to almost no bottleneck's strength, but also in the same card as if there is no end, every time you think that he knows Yang Ming, Yang Ming can take a separate class. The card is coming out, so that everyone will look at it.

Previously, Zi Ji was forced to protect Wang Qiuer, and was forced to stay in Yang Ming for a while, it was a demonstration of the Dragon God who stepped into the nine death lifetime, and completed the witness of the Dragon God of the Dragon God.

It is not afraid that Zi Ji is not afraid, it is completely self-deceived.

Zi Ji understands that in front of Yang Ming's two-priced pupils, there is no one to keep secrets. She only hopes that before leaking secrets, Tang San has left Wang Qiu, returning to the star fighting big forest.

Zi Ji is close to Fengrun and sexy lips, said:

"Yang Ming, you killed me, I won't say anything!"

Yang Ming looked at the two shoulders that were clearly scared, and still raised the beauty of the head, and the lips were slightly hidden.

"Let me guess, Wang Qiuer returned to starry big forest?"

I heard the words, and the purple scorpion was in the heart of the heart, and even her trembled, she has already sold the idea of ​​her heart.

For Zi Ji, it is likely to take away this matter. Yang Mingxin has prepared it, and he is waiting for Wang Qiu and Zi Ji, which is waiting today.

Because he is looking for an excuse, completely flattering the hidden dangers of the starry forest!

At the beginning, the animal god emperor led millions of soul beast invaded the Tiangou Empire, Yang Ming despite lending the big military battle, and also smashed all the fierce beasts that took the lead, but after all, the million soul beast is not a small number, There are many soul beasts to flee back to the big forest.

It is seriously lost in the Tiangou Empire army and the sky to help people, and the southeast coastal sea soul beast, the north of the soul beast has not yet sailed, Yang Ming can only choose to temporarily dismount the army, and he did not hurry.

But this doesn't mean that Yang Ming will lightly rare the soul of the starry forest.

Even because the souls need to hunt the soul beast, Yang Ming can't kill all the souls of the big forest, at least to all of them, and detained the zoo, incorporated into the control.

Otherwise, if these soul beasts, if they see the Tiangou Empire and the bombing, they will not be sampled in the future. In this case, there will be no peace in the future.

That is, Yang Ming may have thought of even dreaming, robbery Wang Qiuer, there is still a shadow of Tang San.

For Wang Qiuer is robbed, Yang Mingli has been a long time, so there is no monthly reading ability to write the wheel eye to read the idea of ​​the Yoki Miha.

Looking at the Zi Ji, the Red red fire fire.

It seems to be aware that Yang Ming has some unreasonable, and the purple blessed hands, there is a little huddled in the corner, and no peace:

"You ... what do you want to do with me?"

"What do I want to do?" Yang Ming shouted, looked at the petar woman, it was difficult to cover the beautiful body, and people didn't feel the blood punch, said: "You take away Wang Qiu, as punishment I certainly have to punish you. "

"Speaking, fire sticks and my stick, which one do you choose?"

Yang Ming took the fire stick to the front of Zi Ji, the flame burning breath came, and the face of the national colors of Zi Ji came out of the two glasses of faint.

At this time, the system is unscrupulous to jump out of this aesthetic atmosphere.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to host the returned warlock's restart of life, the classic lines of the brave, the classic line of Keya, get a lucky draw, whether to start the lucky draw?"

"no!"

Yang Ming wants to do it without thinking.

To put it, the restoration of the returns is a recent "inspirational", very "insurgency", is talking about the Warrior Warlock, and the little friends live "passionate" life, It is full of "love" and "joy".

The world's world strength level is very low, the only thing worthy of Yang Ming is only a gem of the magic king, which contains the power to shuttle time and space. It is said that there is also a wish to become true.

Just want to draw this kind of treasure, the probability is too low, and even if you get this gem, after coming to the mainland world, the effect also has a big probability, and Yang Ming naturally did not put it. In the eyes.

In the mind, Yang Ming once again looked again to Zi Ji.

"How, if you have no choice, then I will help you make a choice."

The fire of the fire stick reflects the beauty of the purple rites, but I see her two slender thighs uneasy, and it seems to have some want to refuse.

Yang Ming took the near front, and took a wet lips of Zi Ji, put her on the wooden bed.

The fire stick did not hold someone, dropped on the black floor, did not go out for a while, and the whole dungeon was re-caught in the dark.

The first spring midnight, the wind is a tree.

Between the heavens and the earth, falling in the wood.

Then, in the prisoner, it is a thrilling spring.

The Spring Festival is like this, and it is temporable by the black cloud. The pool fish is so dry, "" is swallowed, and hidden between the sea.

Long night passed, the dungeon door is reopened.

Yang Ming worn, and his face came out of the dungeon. He is like a soft woman like the soft mud soft in the wooden bed. It seems that it has just went out of the sea, and the sweat is on the upper and lower, even the hair is wet. Back shoulders.

Zi Ji leaned against the wall of the wall, the big mouth gasped is inert, and the face does not know that it is tired or satisfied, revealing the blushing look, the scattered, the face of the national color, letting the forefinger big, her red The lip is moist, and it is lowered to look at the torn clothing on the ground, and the head has an extremely complex .

At this time, I suddenly heard Yang Ming's footsteps, one sentence is lightly fluttering:

"In the future, you are my slave."

Pulling this sentence, Yang Ming furthes far away, gradually disappearing at the end of the Dungeon Corridor, disappearing in the pair of diwanty sights in Zi Ji.

"Slave?"

Zi Ji strokes the green marks on his arm until it is still able to feel a little bit.

For yourself, I will fall now, Zi Ji begins at the moment when I agree and Tang San jointly rescued Wang Qiu, my heart has already gone, and now I don't die, just become Yang Ming's slaves, or a better result. .

Zi Ji pugged his head on the wooden bed, looked at the ceiling in his eyes, dark road:

"Hope, after the autumn is returned to the starry big forest, the injury on the Lord can accelerate the cure."