"Tick." Another big drop of water was hitting me.

I woke up slowly, a drop of water dripped on my face, it was hot and smelled strange, in front of my eyes were those amber eyes, and at this moment, the eyes full of joy in those eyes were falling on my face.

"Hey, wife, you're awake."

I was dizzy because I just woke up, and my vision gradually became clear. I saw a smiling face. He grinned and smiled: "Wife, you are so cute, hehe."

I woke up immediately, and I didn't have time to see what he looked like, so I grabbed his collar and tugged it down hard, and then I bumped into his forehead: "Ah!" Taking advantage of the situation, he lifted his foot and stomped on his lower abdomen.

"Ah!" He cried out again, and with a "thump" he fell off the bed, I rolled over and straddled him directly, and saw that he had a knife drawn directly against his neck: "Don't touch me!"

I was startled, I have strength!

"Ah—pain, pain—" He covered his forehead and groaned, his face full of depression, "how do you look like my mother?"

The whole room was very dim, and only one lamp flickered on the roof, illuminating the small room and the rudimentary furnishings. There was almost no furniture in the room, only a bed, a tin table by the door, and a wooden stool with mottled paint, and only a row of wooden slats were nailed to the wall, and nails were nailed to it to hang clothes.

The surrounding walls are not like our usual cement walls, but... like stainless steel, the whole room is very small, but a bit like a cabin on a cruise ship or a small dormitory in a certain base.

"Ah!" There was another exclamation, the voice of the uncle. I immediately put the knife against the neck of the boy under me, and looked forward nervously. Now every nerve in me is tense again, and any disturbance will touch me. sensitive nerves.

"Calm down! Calm down!" The uncle is a European and American, with deep eye sockets, a high nose, and very white skin. Although he has stubble, he brings out the mature taste of a man and the wildness of a real man. Like the romantic but affectionate male protagonist in American spy movies.

He stretched forward with one hand, and in the other hand was a plate with something as black as a steamed bun on the plate. He looks nervous, but his eyes are calm, and he has the qualities of a sergeant. I can feel that he is a soldier, a soldier, because a soldier has the unique temperament of a soldier.

And behind him... is the door! Right now, that door is open!

"Don't come!" I yelled. If the uncle is a fighter, he must be very good at fighting, I can't be careless, I need this hostage.

The uncle nodded again and again: "Okay, okay." Then he looked under me, "Son, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, old bean." The boy under me actually had the leisure to greet his father! He also seemed to be calm, without the slightest bit of panic.

It turns out that they are father and son, so I need him even more! By the way, I remember that the uncle called this boy Harry.

I lifted Harry's collar, and when I tried to stand up, the injured leg was still a little soft, I stumbled, and Harry immediately said, "Be careful of your injury!"

"Go!" I pushed him forward, the knife was still on his neck, and the people who care about me the most now are all fake!

He raised his hands high and looked sadly at the motionless uncle: "Dad, my wife is going to be seen by everyone..."

His dad actually winked at him, his eyes full of depression: "Why are you so scumbag!"

"Let's go!" It's too dangerous for the two of them to look at each other!

I stared at the uncle, and threatened Harry with a knife to lead me out of the door, out of the small door that gave me hope. But as I stepped out of that tiny door, my brain hummed into an even bigger shock.

It was a dungeon that caught my eye!

Rows of dilapidated huts were built close to the cliff, layer by layer, and each door had a narrow steel corridor with railings like here.

There was no sunlight in the sky, and there seemed to be a huge steel plate covering the entire dungeon, hiding it. On the top were neatly arranged lamp tubes at intervals, and the faint light barely illuminated this dilapidated dungeon. Indistinctly, there seems to be a ropeway above, which seems to be a zipline.

Downstairs where I was standing was a large square, and there was a ditch beside the square, which could be vaguely seen in the dim light. On the other side of the square, two huge warships were also stranded. There were faint people walking on the warships, and they didn't look like soldiers. There were also washed clothes such as underwear and underwear hanging on the deck.

Where the hell have I been?

Man-eating ghosts.

various abilities.

Flying locomotive.

Hanging high in the sky, Silvermoon City is as cold and ruthless as the moon.

And now... it's such a dungeon!

The dungeon is so big that it can't be seen at a glance. The roads at the ends of the two sides extend and turn, which should lead to other areas. This dungeon is far more than the area I see in front of my eyes.

I am now on the third floor, and the building opposite has a total of seven or eight floors. At this moment, some people have begun to gather below. They are wearing patched clothes, which are very shabby. However, they look better than those of the tribes of Heree. They have shoes to wear instead of straw sandals.

They had kind smiles on their faces, more like the feeling of seven aunts and eight aunts running over to watch the fun and see someone make a fool of themselves.

"Bang bang bang bang." Someone was rushing over, and there was a loud noise walking in the steel corridor. I looked at the sound, but it was... three women!

The moment I saw a woman, I felt a little relieved for some reason, as if only women in this world would make me feel at ease.

The leader is a red-haired female instructor with an unusually sexy figure and a powerful spirit. Her facial features are very delicate and she is European and American. The big almond-shaped eyes, the color of the eyes are amber, and the curly red hair makes her more sexy and charming. A dark green and black military uniform made her red hair more vivid.

The military uniform tightly wraps her curves, and her chest sticks outwards, as if every breath will burst the precarious buttons, revealing a sense of uniformity.

There were two girls behind her. The girl on the left was about the same age as me. She was also wearing a tight military uniform. She had neat and short hair that matched the ears. The hair color was actually white. However, she was as oriental as me. The face of a person, however, her pupil color is not the black or brown of our Orientals, but a pair of snow pupils.