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This is a direction of only ten square meters, the decoration style is like a pantry, but there is a one-way mirror in front of it,

Inside the mirror is a very narrow, pure white room with no windows, only a bed with a person lying on it.

Unlike the kind of lynching interrogation room that Yun Xiang thought about, there was no blood, and there was no bruising or swollen face.

But he seemed to be struggling in bed, his face was pale, he was struggling, but his body was difficult to move.

Song Mian stood next to Yun Xiang, his indifferent eyes fell on the muscular man who was creeping on the bed: "How many times?"

Song Yao asked the person who was at the door before answering Song Mian: "Three times."

"It's still far from the limit." Song Mian said quietly.

Song Yao nodded to the gatekeeper, and soon Yun thought that he saw several people carrying a few buckets of water in, and stubbornly irrigated them, and his stomach suddenly bulged.

As the belly swelled up, the expression of the lying person became more and more painful, with a pale face and blue muscles floating on the forehead.

"Say, if you don’t say it, your bladder/bladder will be broken, and it won’t die, and you will have incontinence in the future. But rest assured, we won’t let you lose this life. Of course, you don’t admit it, and we won’t let Tang Liushao know where you are, no one saves you, no one kills you, you will live as well as die every day..."

The man who irrigated him persuaded him softly, and his hands were clean.

"Kill... kill me!" It was difficult to squeeze out the word, and his pale face began to blush.

The irrigator sighed softly, seeming to be a little helpless as he was so stubborn, but the irrigation slowed down.

The irrigated person has reached a limit, but he can't release it any more. The slower the increase, the more tortured the irritated person.

After the last bucket of water was filled, he took an iron shelf, pushed a few bottles of needle water into it, and delivered water directly to him.

"Nutrition solution, to ensure that you are energetic, healthy and enjoy slowly." Hang the water, the other party moved a bench to sit by the bed.

The person lying on the bed wanted to get rid of the needle in his hand, but he seemed exhausted and could not get rid of it at all.

But the little fear of being broken in the lower body hit the whole body, and the feeling of desperately trying to get rid of it but helplessness was tormenting his will more than he broke the blood in the sea of ​​swords.

Even across a glass mirror, Yun looked at it and couldn't help but swallow.

This kind of taste has only been tried by those who have undergone surgery, but have not put on a catheter. The body is anesthetized and cannot be used at all.

Indeed, it is not as painful as punches and kicks, but blunt knives cut the flesh but it is more unbearable. Helplessness, despair, fear, devoured his will little by little.

"For such people, torture is of no use to them. They are used to the taste of pain and can be with Tang Zhiyu. The pain and blood will only make him more and more excited."

Song Mian took Yun Yun to sit down at the tea table on the side. There was a set of exquisite tea sets on the tea table. A small stove had already boiled the water. He moved gracefully and took out the tea leaves slowly.

When he divided the other things well, the water on the small stove began to boil, thinking about the cloud while brewing tea: "If there is a wound on his body, he will be bitten by a backbite."

At that time, the man replied, saying that he could not stand torture and was forced to talk nonsense, but instead made the Song family passive.

Song Mian's actions have never given people the right to handle, nor will they give anyone any chance to make a comeback.

Yun thinks how much she admires Song Mian's gaze.

From an early age, he enjoyed being looked up to, but Song Mian seemed to feel this kind of gaze for the first time. It really made people happy. He sandwiched a small tea cup in front of Yun Xiang and poured a cup of tea for her.

"Managing people is different from person to person, some people are suitable for simple and rude, but some people have to warm up slowly." After that, Song Mian looked at the tea in front of him, "Try it, this tea is very ordinary, but it works very well. And it has a magical place."

Yun Xiang was caught by Song Mian's magical dumb mystery, and took a sip from the tea cup. The taste of the tea was very ordinary, similar to ordinary tea, not bitter or astringent.

Even if she doesn't understand tea, she can taste it, which is far worse than the tea she drank before.

After drinking, Yun thought about waiting for a minute, but nothing happened: "Where is the magical place?"

Song Mian smiled and poured a glass of white water to Yun to think about it.

Yun Xian took it a bit suspiciously, took a sip, and suddenly found that the water was particularly sweet. This sweetness was completely different from the sweetness with sugar. Yun Xian took another sip, and the sweetness diminished.

"Hey, this sweet taste is so strange." Yun thought about it with some surprise. "This tea is not too bitter, but after drinking it, it is so obvious to return to Ganshui."

"This is a new product found in Xueshan, Yunnan Province. The output is low and the price is not expensive. I took it back for quality inspection. It contains special ingredients. The smoker drinks it all year round and can also purify the lungs."

"You can send some to Weige." Yun thinks that the first thing that comes to mind is He Wei.

No one in their family smoked, and Song Mian never smoked. He Wei, an old smoker, has a history of smoking for more than 20 years.

In order to sing, Xue Yu valued his voice very much. He used to smoke when he was decadent, and then he never gave up again after quitting.

"I'm really thinking about his health. You told him to quit." Song Mian didn't admit that he was jealous.

Because his voice was steady, Yun thought about it for a while, but he didn't hear it for a while. Then he said: "How can it be so easy? He has been sucking for more than twenty years."

"You said to Song Qian, which is more important, wife or addiction, let him choose." Song Mian made an idea.

Yun Xianxiang didn't hear Song Mian's intention to toss about He Wei deliberately, waiting for the bad taste of watching a good show. Instead, he felt that Song Mian was concerned about He Wei because of Song Qian's relationship.

Nodded and felt that smoking is really harmful to health. In the future, He Wei also needs children. Quitting smoking early is the right thing.

Between the two people talking, the next door neglected by them finally came a cry of despair and collapse: "I said, I said, you let me woo woo woo..."

Such a tall and strong person was tortured to cry, and the torment was really unimaginable.

Song Mian didn't seem to hear it. He still talked with Yun Xiangsheng and talked about some interesting things in the country that he had been to.

Over there, Song Yao personally took the small camera and began to record the other party's confession.

At first he was a bit supportive, and the back was probably a broken jar, and the more he said, the smoother he went.

Although he is not the most trusted confidant of Tang Zhiyu, he is also the highest-ranking person in the row and knows a lot.