Group wear Naruto to engage in construction

"Cui Xier...are you...really...using us as experimental...props?"

Putting down the diary, Ezreal questioned Tricier in disbelief, but the answer he gave was not an explanation, not even a defense. The knife Tricier inserted on the table had wiped out all of Ezreal's questions.

They all answered. At the critical moment, his body rolled to the side, and the important parts of his body hid, but unfortunately his arm was still scratched by the sharp knife, but what hurt more than the physical pain was his heart.

The pain of having your trust betrayed.

"I actually managed to hide away. It seems like I still had a moment, but it doesn't matter. I still like you quite a lot. But now I have to wipe you out personally, but it doesn't matter. I've had enough of sneaking some blood and so on.

That amount is completely insufficient for the experiment, and it is just enough to arrest her for the experiment openly."

Severe pain came from her arm, and it was this pain that made her mind wake up from the pain of betrayal.

The top priority at this time is not to worry about being deceived or used, but to survive with the oranges and survive under this person's hands.

"Haha, why, your eyes are so ugly, do you think society is so beautiful, and you will help people when you see them in trouble? If you don't ask for money or sex, you should be looking for something. It is undeniable that good people in this world are indeed

Yes, but there are also bad people like me. People are separated by a skin. How do you know whether that person is a good person or a bad person? This can be regarded as a lesson for you, but it is the last lesson in your life. Don’t worry about me.

I won’t kill you. You are a distinguished guest that they recommend to me. The next experiment is still very long, so naturally the more test subjects are needed, the better.”

Cui Xier's eyes changed. She was no longer the gentle and kind sister, but a mentally disturbed lunatic. She once again waved the knife in her hand and slashed at Ezreal. The latter also took it from her waist.

A dagger, which was a birthday gift given to him by his father on his birthday, was also the evidence that witnessed his departure from the family. At this most critical moment, his only sustenance was still the dagger of that family. It was really

Ironically, even though he has already left, he can't help but think that it would be great if his family members came to save him.

But this is Kuve City, not the initial town, and it is impossible for his family compatriots to appear here to save him.

The dagger flew into the sky, along with his body. Tricier gently dodged the dagger that Ezreal stabbed at him, and then kicked him in the stomach, kicking him all over.

In the sky, blood spurted out from his mouth, and he rolled several times in the sky before landing on the shelves where medicines were placed.

"Weak... too weak... You are so weak, where do you have the confidence to run away from home? Don't you know that being weak is a sin in this world?"

Cui Xier took the guess and gently trimmed her nails. She walked slowly in front of Ezreal and looked down at him as if looking at ants. Her eyes were full of disdain. That kind of look was different from that of the cook in the kitchen.

The look in his eyes when looking at his ingredients was no different. Ezreal vomited blood from his mouth and fell in front of the shelf, motionless as if he couldn't move.

"Go to sleep, just close your eyes gently, and all the pain will fly away immediately. Have a good sleep."

She put down the knife in her hand, took out the syringe, squatted down, picked up the boy's sleeve with a smile, and pointed the pillow at his arm.

Just when she thought that the Ezreal in front of her had lost her ability to resist and accepted her fate as a test subject,

Ezreal, who was pretending to be unconscious, opened his eyes at this moment, and threw the powder held in his hidden right hand towards Tricier. His eyes were stimulated by the powder, and Triciel immediately held it in pain.

His own eyes screamed in pain. Taking this opportunity, Ezreal stood up again, pushed the shelf next to him, and pressed Cui Xier's body under the shelf.

"Damn kid, I will kill you! I will kill you, you wait! Just wait for me!! My eyes, my eyes!!"

Screams came from under the shelves. Ezreal understood that he had only tied her up for a short time, giving him a very short time to escape. Soon her eyesight would recover and she would break free from under the shelves. By then, she might be able to escape by herself.

He will be killed directly by her.

Although he really didn't want to admit it, he was indeed too weak at this time. The only people he could fight were those who did not dare to fight him due to his identity. After leaving his family and abandoning his identity, he would

He is just an ordinary person, and no one will take him seriously anymore. He can't beat Cui Xier, and he is completely crushed in terms of strength. The only option is to escape, just escape, call the police...

Orange opened her eyes in a daze because of the noise in the hall. Before she could realize what happened, her body was dragged by Ezreal towards the door. However, the door was

It was locked. The door had been locked by Triciel, and only one of the keys was still on her body. Ezreal gritted his teeth and smashed the door with something he could smash.

Are wooden doors that hard?

When only one foot of the bench was left in Ezreal's hand and the rest flew away, some of the paint on the door was wiped off, revealing the metal hidden inside. Only then did he realize that this was not a wooden door at all but

An iron door covered with wood. It was this iron door that blocked his way of escape. The door was locked, and all the windows were guardrailed. Only real flies could escape through the windows.

Is death certain at this time? All avenues of survival have been cut off.

"I'm going to kill you, cut your body into pieces, and feed it to my brother!!!"

A cold voice came from under the shelf, and a hand stretched out from inside. Tricil, with red and swollen eyes, looked at Ezreal fiercely.

There was no way to escape, and Cui Xier had already stood up again. Now he was dead, completely dead.

The possibility of survival was getting smaller and smaller, and despair was brewing in Ezreal's heart. At this moment, he saw the door opened deeper in the pharmacy. It was the only door that Tricier had not allowed them to enter in the past three days.

room, there may be a way to get out of here!

Hope flashed in Ezreal's eyes again, and the power immediately returned to his body. There was no time to hesitate. He hugged Orange's body and rushed towards the gate. It was at this time that Cui Xier emerged from

He escaped from the pile of debris and rushed towards Ezreal angrily.

Three meters, two meters, one meter...

Bang!

Ezreal entered the room first and closed the door with a backhand pull. He pressed his body against the door desperately and watched the people around him do this. Orange used a rare effort and pressed against the door in a similar manner. He was almost entering.

The moment he entered the room, a huge momentum came from the door. Ezreal was almost knocked open by the force, but he resisted it anyway and immediately locked the door as soon as the force weakened.

Ezreal leaned against the wall nearby as if he was almost exhausted. Orange stretched out his hand and gently wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, his eyes full of concern.

He laughed softly: "It's okay...I'm okay. How are you?"

Orange shook his head and jumped up and down. Seeing that Orange was indeed safe and sound, Ezreal's tense face relaxed a little. He stood up, and with the constant knocking on the door behind him, he slowly walked towards the Orange with Orange.

As we walked down there, whether there was a way of life or death down there was as unpredictable as the darkness.

The magic lamp on the wall emits a dim yellowish light. The unchanging scenery and the dim yellow light make people want to doze off, especially those who are heartless.

Orange's double eyelids looked like they were fighting. Even though she was trying her best to restrain herself, she would still close her eyes unconsciously. Sometimes her body would lean forward, and many times she almost fell to the ground.

"Don't sleep on Orange, cheer up."

Ezreal patted Orange's face hard several times and shook her shoulders gently. After being patted a few times by Ezreal, she became more awake. She shook her head, forced herself to cheer up, and followed suit.

Behind Ezreal, the frown on his face did not relax at all.

"How long do we have to keep climbing! Meow, this place is so boring that it makes me want to sleep all the time."

As they walked, Orange complained. This basement was huge and terrifying, with tunnels extending in all directions. It was more like a huge underground maze than a basement. They themselves didn't know where they were going, so they just took a fancy to it.

Go in one direction.

"Shh, don't talk. Where are you looking?"

But there seems to be something wrong with the passage they chose. The further they go inside, the more humid the air inside is. There is also a green and sticky unknown liquid on the ground. When I step into the liquid, I feel very disgusting, like...

It's like stepping on a lot of snot.

And after turning a corner, Ezreal's deliberately lowered voice came to Orange's ears.

Orange looked in the direction of Ezreal's finger and saw only spider webs. The dense spider webs covered the entire passage. These were not what Ezreal cared about. What he really cared about was that he took a breath.

What's air-conditioned is the body parts attached to the white network cables!

A small spider is not scary, and can only hold up to ten centimeters, but judging from this web, the size of this spider is definitely more than five meters! The lights on the ceiling are dim and weak, and you can only find the web in front of you, and the one farther away.

The place was blurry, and none of the spiders hidden in the darkness could be seen. However, the corpses on the spider webs were still fresh. It can be imagined that this monster did not leave here, but was lurking somewhere.

Just thinking about such a monster, lurking in the darkness, may pounce on you from an inconspicuous corner at any time, spraying stomach acid that corrodes body tissues at you, and eventually turn yourself into a pile of goo.

Just like the liquid on the ground being absorbed by a spider, just thinking about it made Ezreal's brain numb. On the contrary, Orange was no longer afraid, and instead observed the spider web with interest. After watching it for a long time, he commented: "It's really

pretty!"

"It is indeed very beautiful. The crystal clear silk threads form a perfect trigram shape, going around and around from the inside to the outside. The proportions of each circle are exactly the same as the previous one. This is indeed beautiful, but it is a beautiful trap. The above

The silk threads are mixed with sticky silk threads, which are extremely sticky and it is almost difficult to escape after being stained. The spider that senses the prey's struggle will slowly emerge from the darkness, wrap the prey up, and then enter the prey's body.

Inject stomach acid and digest them outside."