[BL MTL] I'm pitiful, I'm pretending [quickly wear]

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Chapter 141 Cuscuta flowers that have been raised for five years (1)

A year later, in the dungeon.

Qin Liangqi was lying in the dirty and smelly sewage. His legs had missed the best opportunity for treatment and had worsened. Tumors had formed in the joints, making his legs twice as strong as those of normal people. If he moved even a little bit, he would feel overwhelming pain.

He was fed Qilan's secret medicine for a whole year. Even though he knew he was being fed poison every day, except for the initial fear, Qin Liangqi was already addicted to the medicine and his dependence on the medicine was deeply engraved in his bones. Finally he couldn't wait to drink the medicine.

The jailer's instructions were to do anything as long as he was alive, so he often came up with various ways to humiliate Qin Liangqi, asking him to dig into his pants and crotch, and barking like a dog before giving him medicine. Qin Liangqi gradually became numb in this environment. Feeling confused all day long.

Until finally, his organs were overloaded with toxins. On this day, after he opened his eyes, he suddenly found that his arms could not move. His cloudy brain finally gained a glimmer of clarity, and he was terrified: "My, my hand, what's wrong with my hand?" I can't lift it up -"

It's time to take medicine again. The jailer knocked on the iron railing with the medicine bowl, his movements and expressions were like calling a dog. Qin Liangqi looked at the bowl of medicine in horror, and his whole body was shaking. The jailer was impatient. : "Are you going to drink? If you don't drink, I'll leave."

Qin Liangqi was resisting and even fearful in his heart, but when he smelled the vague smell, he couldn't control himself, dragging two disabled legs and one unconscious His arms rubbed against the iron railing little by little.

The jailer smiled evilly on his ugly face, and with a flick of his wrist, he spilled all the medicine in the bowl on the ground, pointing at the ground: "Drink!" Since the prisoners were eating, drinking, and defecating here, the ground was full of excrement and filth.

It was so unsightly that Qin Liangqi tried several times but couldn't keep his mouth shut, and his whole body kept shaking. At this time, a shrill and desperate howl came from the cell, "Help, help me--" This voice was hoarse and almost changed its tone

. The screams belong to Yan Jiuli. Yan Jiuli is even less resistant to drug abuse than him. He was paralyzed a few days ago and couldn't move at all. He could only lie on the ground like mud and couldn't drink the medicine. So whenever the drug addiction attacks, the entire dungeon is filled with They were filled with echoes of his shrill and tragic wails.

When Qin Liangqi heard his screams, he shivered all over and was so busy that he lay on the ground like a dog and licked crazily.

"Hahaha..." The jailers seemed to have found some fun, clapped their hands and laughed.

The remnants of Qilan had been beheaded a few months ago. Although Prince Gong was not punished, he was imprisoned next door to Qin Liangqi. He saw Qin Liangqi and Yan Jiuli becoming confused day by day, losing consciousness in certain parts of their bodies, and suffering from severe pain. He cried and howled from time to time, and the inner defense of Prince Gong, who had always been pampered and pampered, gradually collapsed. Rong Huai refused to give up. Instead, it was like a knife hanging on his neck, torturing his nerves...

Soon, his whole body collapsed and went crazy in this environment.

Seeing Qin Liangqi paralyzed on the ground, licking the liquid on the ground, he also laughed and clapped his hands, as if his mind had degenerated into that of a three-year-old child.