Drifting Towards You

An abandoned factory on the outskirts of Haicheng.

The factory was dark and damp, exuding the smell of mold and rot.

Several Arabs were dressed in cotton and linen clothes, with turbans on their heads and spears in their hands. They gathered together and said something. There was also a man from the country of Z, who occasionally inserted a sentence. The atmosphere was down. It is harmonious.

Not far from a few people, a petite white figure was thrown on the ground, his hands tied to his back, and his feet tied tightly.

It is not difficult to see that it is a woman.

Her eyes were covered with a black cloth, and her white and soft face formed a sharp contrast with the beards of several men. A pink and moist mouth was gently pressed, and it seemed that the person was awake.

This woman is not someone else, but Li Xiaoxiao.

Li Xiaoxiao was able to wake up for a few minutes.

But she didn't move, but listened to the movement around her with her breath.

She could hear a few Arabs talking in English, sometimes they seemed to disagree, and their pitch would go up a bit.

She is good at English, so she listened for a while with bated breath.

Because there seems to be some distance away, there will be echoes, not really.

But after listening for a while, Li Xiaoxiao still got a general idea.

"She's a woman from Simo City? Will Simo City really release Sakazi for her?"

"The news I heard was like this. They said Simo City cares about this woman very much."

"She doesn't seem to match Simo City, that man...like the most ferocious beast."

"If Simo City refuses to release Sarkazy, we will execute her!"

"I buried explosives outside the factory. It would be better to save the life of Simo City. He killed many of our followers!"

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Listening to them, Li Xiaoxiao's heart tightened a bit.

Listening to them is like heretical terrorists, because only they use words like ‘execution’ and ‘believers’.

Li Xiaoxiao held her breath and tried to move her hands, but the rope was very tight, thick and hard, she twisted for a while, but there was still no sign of slack.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps sounded.

Li Xiaoxiao didn't dare to move immediately, maintaining his original posture, stiff.

The concrete floor was cold and damp, braving the cold.

Faintly, she could feel someone approaching her.

Her heart was lifted tightly, but she did not open her eyes, her long eyelashes were hanging down, looking soft and harmless, like a little white rabbit waiting to be ravaged.

The man in front of him seemed to be a man. After a few weird laughs, he turned and said to his companion: "She looks pure and harmless and should be sacrificed."

An accomplice also stepped forward, took a condescending look at her, and then said: "Our task this time is to exchange her for Sarkozy, don't make any extravagance."

After staring at her for a while, the two turned and returned to their original positions.

Li Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, but his back was already wet.

She quietly opened her eyes and glanced in the direction of several people.

Several of them should be Arabs, their faces covered with cloth towels, headscarves wrapped around their heads, and spears in their hands.

Several of them are deep bird's nests with high noses.

Although the face towel covers most of his face, he can still see that the hair is exuberant.

Li Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes lightly, her heart relaxed a little.

Fortunately, these are Arabs who act rigorously, and should not be greedy for female sex. For the time being, she doesn't have to worry about being taken advantage of by these people.