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Chapter 81:
When Fu Yucheng woke up in a daze, he felt as if he had been crushed by a heavy tank, and it seemed that he did not belong to him from the waist down. After a while, there was a chill on his back, a bit tingling, and a bit comfortable.
White Desert sat down on the edge of the bed, dipped his slender fingers into the cool ointment, and was applying medicine to his back, but the technique was very unfamiliar and his movements were very slow.
Fu Yucheng was a little bit painful and itchy. He barely endured it for a while, and whispered: "Xiao Mo, call me a doctor."
White desert paused slightly: "You look like this now...Do you think I will let others see it?"
Fu Yucheng has nothing to say, and can only let him go. The injuries on his body were not serious, but they were very fragmentary, and even the ankle was covered with large bruise finger prints and tooth marks... It took White Desert two hours to finally finish the medicine.
The two were relatively speechless for a moment. White desert put away the pill box and whispered, "I'll come back tonight."
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At night, the White desert really came again.
He didn't do anything tonight, just silently hugged Fu Yucheng to sleep without saying a word.
Fu Yucheng was hugged tightly from behind, and there was no sleepiness at all.
What happened these days was so sudden, he was stunned at first, and tried to explain to White desert in a panic and futile... But now, he has gradually calmed down.
Fu Yucheng thought about it again. In today's situation, no matter what he said, White Desert would not believe it, let alone let it go.
In this case, since I can't explain it, I can't irritate the other side needlessly, it doesn't make any sense, it will only make the situation worse, or lose both sides. Fu Yucheng has always been a person who knows the current affairs very well. He almost thinks happily in his hardships, leaving the green hills, not afraid that there is no firewood, he is a person doing great things.
After another two days, Fu Yucheng's injury improved slightly. This night, White Desert hugged him for a while, couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed his earlobe, his breath gradually rushed. This time, Fu Yucheng did not struggle and let the other party put him on the bed.
His obedience seemed to make White desert a little puzzled. The other side stared at him for a while, as if judging his intentions, and then tentatively sank. Fu Yucheng lowered his eyelashes, trying to relax himself, barely bear it. White desert paused, and then hesitated for a moment, before gradually moving. His movements gradually became rude. Fu Yucheng endured for a while, feeling that it was really difficult to bear, so he had to beg for mercy cheeky: "Xiao Mo, be gentle..."
He murmured for mercy in this way, and White desert paused slightly, and as expected, let go. Fu Yucheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little better, and then cooperated with each other as much as possible. The posture was almost flattering. His uncharacteristically supple appearance made White Desert obviously confused and somewhat uncontrollable. It's just that Fu Yucheng had injuries on his body. He only did it twice this night, and White Desert hugged him to sleep.
After a few days of this, the two did not clashed again, and instead showed a very strange false peace. This night, White Desert stared at Fu Yucheng's lips for a while, and then tentatively held the back of the opponent's neck, suggesting that he was generally pressed down. Fu Yucheng was taken aback for a moment, then he understood what the other party meant, and bowed his head without rejecting it.
Fu Yucheng has worked very hard, but White Desert didn't seem to be very happy, with a white face cold, and let him serve. After it was over, he pulled the people up and tossed and made the noble prince of dragon blood and Phoenix take some very lowly shameful poses. Fu Yucheng was a little embarrassed, but he didn't care too much. They all followed the other party's wishes and followed them one by one.
After the matter was over, White Desert put his arms around the opponent, absently touching the smooth back, and suddenly said: "You are so complacent because...I have power?"
Fu Yucheng was dumb.
White desert murmured: "But, I'm not happy at all. You used to abandon me like a shoe, and now you do it again..."
Fu Yucheng was really speechless, and he didn't bother to explain, he cajoled casually: "Xiao Mo, I was wrong before, and I will compensate you."
White desert ignored his words and touched his back for a while, then whispered: "Lu Xing used to detain you for nine months... At that time, did you'compensate' him like this?"
Suddenly he brought the topic to Lu Xing again. Fu Yucheng felt that there was no way to talk about it. The less he said, the better, so he said briefly: "No."
White desert looked at him calmly for a while, then suddenly said, "Lu Xing is dead."
Fu Yucheng was dumbfounded, his mind was a little confused. He and Lu Xing have known each other for many years, from fighting side by side to becoming enemies. If Lu Xing dies, he will naturally feel complicated, but more importantly, his plan...
White desert looked at his dazed expression, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, but his eyes were full of coldness: "I am teasing you, it scares you. How could I let him die so easily, I just Transfer him from cell 2 to the normal cell...I don’t want him to be too close to you.” No Ads 72 Literature Network am~w~w.7~2~w~xc~o~m
Fu Yucheng was taken aback for a moment: "You transferred him to an ordinary prison?"
"You look like this yourself, still caring about him? Yes, you have known each other for many years, not to mention, he is still your first..." White Desert's voice was a bit astringent, and he was so jealous that he could hardly be said. It's a chess piece, and it can be distinguished by high or low. He is handsome, and I am a pawn, right?"
As long as Lu Xing was mentioned, the two could not communicate normally at all, and Fu Yucheng simply shut up.
White desert stared at him quietly for a while, then turned over, tossing him in silence. This time, it was a bit too harsh...Fu Yucheng had a low-grade fever the next day.
...
Fu Yucheng's illness lasted for several days.
He was dizzy and groggy. Not only did he not eat, he didn't even drink much water, and his pale lips were very chapped. White desert didn't dare to do anything to him, but hugged him to sleep every night and got up in the middle of the night to feed him water.
It is rare to have a few days to rest quietly, Fu Yucheng was dizzy, reluctantly sorted out the matter, and gradually became concerned.
He must escape. He is going to Titan and get back the "Wings of Death". In the eyes of the outside world, White desert usurped the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, fled and disappeared by himself...everything is a matter of course, will not make people have any doubts, and will not arouse Medusa's vigilance.
However, there are two problems right now.
First, how did he escape?
Second, what should the Central Empire do after he is gone?
He already has the answer to the first question. And the second question... He can only use White desert.
The two have been going around for so many years, from strangeness to familiarity, from mutual dependence to mutual harm... His mind is complicated, and White Desert has a simple temperament. By now, White Desert may not know him well, but he already knows very well. White desert.
As long as he is cruel, "utilization" becomes a very simple matter.
Perhaps, as White desert said, he is born so cruel and ruthless, he can use everything to achieve his goal, and he can also sell everything.
However, he has no better way.
...
Fu Yucheng's low-grade fever has continued unabated. That night, White Desert still hugged him quietly from behind, without any intention of doing anything.
Fu Yucheng lay down for a while, then suddenly said, "Xiao Mo."
White desert gave a faint "um": "What?"
Fu Yucheng whispered: "...Do you want it?" White desert was a little dazed. Fu Yucheng didn't wait for him to answer, then turned over and sat on the opponent's waist. Because of the low-grade fever, his mind was a little dizzy, and his body shook slightly.
White desert frowned, "What do you want to do?"
Fu Yucheng looked down at him, and said in a temptation: "I heard that when you have a fever, it will be very comfortable...Don't you want to try it?"
White desert said dumbly: "You are still sick...you, don't be foolish!"
Now that Fu Yucheng had settled his attention, he ignored the opponent's refusal at all. He braced himself, enduring the extreme shame, and slowly sank... He took a deep breath, worked hard for a while, and then found this This is a bit difficult.
He hesitated for a moment, and looked at White desert generally for help. The opponent's dark eyes were fixed on him, but his body remained motionless. Fu Yucheng was struggling to ride a tiger, and tried for a while, his two slender and strong thighs trembled, his hands had to support each other's chest, and his voice was almost pitiful: "Xiao Mo..."
White desert murmured unbearably, "You asked for it!" While cursing, he grabbed the opponent's waist and pressed down hard. "Hiss..." Fu Yucheng gasped with pain, and his whole body was shaking slightly involuntarily. He gritted his teeth tightly, barely adapting to it for a while, then slowly heaving. White desert lay under him, his pupils darkened for a while, and his forehead was full of hard and patient sweat. The whole person was stretched like a bow, almost forgot to breathe.
Fu Yucheng lowered his eyes to look at his embarrassed look, and suddenly chuckled, using some indescribable skills: "Xiao Mo, do you like it?"
White desert gritted his teeth and looked at him, his whole body tense, even his eyes red. He seems to want to endure a little bit, but once Fu Yucheng completely let go of his initiative, he is simply a walking humanoid scourge. Wherever his opponent is in White Desert, he was teased to throw away his armor and abandon his armor in a few strokes, and finally he abandoned himself. Generally, while rushing to follow the opponent's rhythm, he gritted his teeth and said, "You are so, you are so... how come there are people like you?!"
I don't know how long it took before Fu Yucheng fell on the opponent's chest. He had a low-grade fever at first, and he was so tired that he couldn't even speak, sweat was dripping on his back, and he was in a mess underneath. White desert hugged him tightly, and said dumbly: "You tried so hard to please me, is there any other attempt?"
Fu Yucheng smiled and said nothing.
He thought to himself, this time, I really did something.
White desert didn't hear his answer, and snorted coldly, not seeming to care, but locked the person firmly in his arms for fear that he would run away.
Fu Yucheng lay down quietly for a while, feeling the steady ups and downs of the other's chest, and the slightly cooler body temperature than ordinary people...that made him feel very comfortable and nostalgic.
After a long time, he suddenly whispered: "Xiao Mo, promise me to be a good emperor."
This is the last word Fu Yucheng said to White desert.
...
Fu Yucheng was lying on the bed, silently counting his heartbeat, and at the same time calculating the time.
His heartbeat is normally sixty-five beats per minute, and when excited or strenuously exercising, it will rise to sixty-eight to seventy beats per minute.
When White desert left, he glanced at the watch on the opponent's hand, and then lay quietly on the bed, keeping his heartbeat at an absolute constant speed to calculate the time.
The error cannot exceed ten seconds.
This famous cell No. 1 came from the hands of a first-rate imperial bank vault designer. This design master is also an excellent magician. The cell he designed is very ingenious, and it is known as "Even light cannot escape."
The structure of the cell is very complicated.
If it is easy to understand, cell 1 has a nickname-"Cube cell".
The inside of this cell looks like a square metal room measuring 3 meters by 3 meters. But from the outside, the entire cell is a huge Rubik's Cube composed of twenty-six squares measuring 3 meters by 3 meters.
And cell 1 is just a small grid in the Rubik's Cube.
In addition to this cell No. 1, among the other squares of the Rubik's Cube are different dangerous spaces such as radiation elements, deadly poisonous gas, absolute zero... and so on. Genius remembers in one second: www.72wx.com 72 Literature
This huge Rubik's Cube is suspended in a vacuum basement, and each square will slowly move in position every time. The way they move their positions is different from the twisting of ordinary Rubik's Cubes. It is a bit like a puzzle "Hua Rong Dao" that lacks a square. Each square can be moved at will.
In this way, there was a result—the prisoner didn't even know, at this moment, what exactly were up, down, left, and right of the cell.
Maybe it's poison gas, maybe it's radiation, maybe it's a monster, maybe it's a vacuum...
This extreme uncertainty has caused a great sense of fear. And this sense of fear is the true magic of the Rubik's Cube cell.
However, Fu Yucheng used to live here for nine months.
Back then, he could not escape and had to undergo a transplant in exchange for the freedom to leave. But since he arrived on Earth, he has been pondering the law of operation of this cell-every time, when he played with that plastic cube, he was thinking about this.
The tightest cell in the world can trap him ten years ago, but it will not trap him ten years later.