Chapter 1762： There is him, nothing is afraid

Chapter 1762 has him, nothing afraid

Chapter 1765 has him, nothing afraid

The two rooms of Xiao Ruyue Guan Yunhua and Bo Siqing are at the end of the corridor, with a safety door separated.

There are no other people in the security door, only Xiao Ruyue and Yan Muxi.

Cloud paintings are not sure where the Yan Muxi people are, but whether Yan Muxi is outside the security door or in the security door, it is dangerous.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand, Xiao Ruyue, she and the thin division of the engine are here, that is, both of them are fixed in the chair, it must be no resistance.

Xiao Ruyue and Yan Muxi both want to vent their anger at Yunhua and Bo Sizhen.

It’s just that Xiao Ruyue and Yan Muxi didn’t even think that Bo Siqing’s body had nothing to show. He was fixed in the chair. How could he escape?

This is also why Yan Muxi will leave with confidence, leaving Xiao Ruyue alone here, but it is clear that Yan Muxi certainly did not go far.

She is just waiting for Xiao Ruyue to end, and then the two will be taken over by her, let her do whatever she wants!

"The security door seems to require a password." Cloud painting is a bit anxious.

She is worried about the wounds of Bo Siqing. If this is delayed, the wounds of Bo Siqing will become more and more serious!

"Without tools, this kind of password lock is the most encrypted." Bosuke Shen said, "Now I can only wait for the rescuers to come over and violently break from the outside."

"What about your injury!" Cloud painting asked anxiously.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a skin injury. There is no way to worry about it. We can only go back to the room first, and it will be safer inside." Bo Siqing said.

Cloud painting bite the lip, "Go."

Since it was decided, it was no longer nonsense, and the two quickly withdrew.

They returned to the original room, and Bo Siqing destroyed the monitoring probes to avoid monitoring the opposite person to spy on the situation.

"You rushed to the water, and then continued to rush." ​​Yun painting could not help but say that the cloud painting went to the place where the faucet is located, let him continue to flush, "I used to tie Xiao Ruyue."

"No." Bo Siqing stopped her, "tired."

Cloud painting understood, she looked at him worriedly to wash the wound.

Sulfuric acid is too corrosive, his arm is already... can't stand it straight.

"Draw a picture, you go to the door to see if anyone comes over." Bosi Qing whispered.

"...well." The cloud painting quickly turned and ran to the doorway, observing the outside through a small window on the door.

It’s quiet outside, nothing.

Cloud painting is very nervous, but there is not much fear. If he is there, she does not seem to know what is afraid. If she really wants to say fear, it is also afraid of his injury.

She stared outside for a while and would look back at Bo Siqing.

Finally, when she saw that Bo Siqing was flushing the wound, the other hand was tightly on the sink. The blue veins burst, and he leaned his head, and the strength in his neck was all stretched, like a silent mania. Beast.

The tears of the cloud painting flowed down again.

She knows his intentions.

He obviously hurts and hurts, but he resists it. He has to open her up to prevent her from seeing him out of control. She is afraid that she will be sad, she is afraid of her heartache...

It’s a fool, she hurts him, isn’t it really supposed to be?

Cloud painting does not go over the face, continue to look outside, since he does not want her to see, then she does not know.

Just then, there were footsteps outside.

The nerves of the cloud painting tightened instantly, and Bo Siqing immediately turned off the faucet.

It’s too late to come to her again, and Yan Muxi has already arrived at the door.

Bo Siqing immediately hid, and Chongyun painted a gesture, so that she should not act rashly.

Cloud painting nodded.

At this moment, Yan Muxi has already arrived at the door. She seems to have not expected any changes in the house. After all, the torture chair has been very very safe. It is impossible for anyone to escape from the torture chair.

Therefore, the unsuspecting Yan Muxi directly pushed the door of the room.

She said lazily as she pushed the door: "Zheng Kexin, you have enough to play, if you have enough, you should be me-"

"boom!"

The cloud painting hiding in the doorway, the first time Yan Muxi came in, locked the throat directly from behind.

Her arm locked Yan Muxi's throat, while her collar fist slammed into Yan Muxi's side ribs, her feet squatting in Yan Muxi's leg.

"噗通!"

Yan Muxi was on the ground, suffering, and the cloud painting pressed Yan Muxi from behind. Her arm tightly locked the throat of Yan Muxi and suddenly slammed back...

Yan Muxi has no choice.

The movement of the cloud painting is steady and accurate, and it captures all the weaknesses of the human body. If Yan Muxi is a man, it is not too useful for the cloud to paint the whole person on her body, because the man can easily drop the cloud painting. She threw her in front of her, so her lock throat was useless.

Yan Muxi is a girl, her strength is not as great as the cloud painting, she can not easily fall over the cloud painting, then it can only be locked by the cloud and no way!

The fighting in cloud painting is comprehensive and very complicated, and it also includes moves such as Brazilian Jiu Jitsu.

At this time, she used a juggling-like move that would directly entangle Yan Muxi.

However, the real function is still the lock throat, which is also the action of locking the throat, so that Yan Muxi can not make a little effort.

The motion of cloud painting is too fast.

When she was rushed over, she had already subdued Yan Muxi. This seemingly simple movement was very effective.

Bo Siqing couldn't help but nod. The cloud painting was very beautiful, and it destroyed Yan Muxi's resistance in the first place.

In this kind of place, there is no shortage of ropes and the like. Bo Siqing did not waste time. He immediately found a strap and tied Yan Muxi’s hands and feet.

Cloud paintings can finally be released. After releasing the hand, the cloud paintings found that their backs were soaked, because they were too nervous and the muscles were tight and the whole body hurt.

"Is it okay?" asked thin secretary.

Cloud painting nodded. "I'm fine, ask her first, the password for the security door."

After Yan Muxi was locked in the throat, she couldn’t breathe for a long time. When she finally gasped, she heard the cloud painting saying the security door password.

"Do you think I will tell you?" Yan Muxi sneered again and again, "I don't think about it!"

Bo Siqing looked at Yan Muxi indifferently: "The rescuer will come in at most 20 minutes. The password for the security door is optional."

"What are you talking about!" Yan Muxi widened his eyes. "Your people? You are nonsense, how can you have someone, no one will find it here."

"Thank you for that." Bo Siqing’s eyes were ironic. "If it weren't you, my people couldn't find it."

Yan Muxi, who was completely unable to move, was trapped in his hands and feet, and his face was full of anger.

(End of this chapter)