General Attack] Daily routine of cannon fodder drilling (high H, np)

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When Han Changfeng woke up again, he was already in a dark room, surrounded by some unfamiliar decorations. He was not tied up, but Han Changfeng tried to move and found that he had no strength at all at the moment.

With a creak, the door to the room was opened. Han Changfeng looked ahead cautiously. The figure that slowly appeared in front of him made Han Changfeng freeze.

"woke up?"

The elegant aristocratic accent sounded slowly. Mitchell looked at Han Changfeng's sudden change of expression with interest and waved his subordinates to exit.

The subordinate bowed quietly and closed the door thoughtfully when he left.

"Are you curious how I found you?"

Mitchell chuckled, looking at Han Changfeng with goosebumps in his eyes, calling the system crazily in his heart.

But there was no response. I was afraid that he had gone to another small world and didn't tell Han Changfeng.

If I had known that the system was so unreliable, I shouldn't have provoked Mitchell to death like this.

"You do know how to enjoy yourself. There are many lovers around you."

After saying this, Mitchell's eyes turned sinister, and it was obvious that this incident made him very unhappy.

"Don't touch them."

Han Changfeng's heart was in his throat and he didn't care about the fear in his heart when he blurted out, but when Mitchell heard it, his face became even darker.

"Your life is in my hands now, and you still have time to care about their comfort."

The dark barrel of the gun pressed against Han Changfeng's chin. Han Changfeng looked at Mitchell's devoid of warmth eyes and sighed in his heart. His life might be decided here.

"I know what happened in the dream was my fault, but please don't involve other people in what happened between us."

Han Changfeng used the last bit of strength to raise his chin, and at the same time raised his hand to hand the barrel of the gun to himself to show his attitude.

Mitchell's eyes kept changing, and it took him a while to look at Han Changfeng and sneer.

"It would be a shame to kill you like this."

Mitchell whispered to himself, and then retracted the snatch in his hand. Han Changfeng slowly breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that his back was already wet.

But before Han Changfeng could relax for a few seconds, Mitchell pulled out a pointed sword from nowhere and pointed it directly at Han Changfeng's chest.

Han Changfeng's body stiffened again, feeling the cold tip of the sword roaming over his body, and the feeling that he was about to die soon came over him again.

Seeing Han Changfeng look indifferent to life and death, which pleased Mitchell very well, he secretly exerted force on his wrist, and with a tearing sound, Han Changfeng's clothes were cut open, revealing the inside. Strong body.

As his clothes were cut into tatters, Han Changfeng slowly came to his senses. Mitchell was just toying with him, and he didn't seem to want blood at the moment.

Han Changfeng looked at Mitchell aggrievedly, with a look of anger on his face, which made Mitchell feel more comfortable.

"Open your mouth."

Mitchell ordered, but Han Changfeng did not dare to disobey, and slowly opened his mouth under Mitchell's gaze.

An unknown pill was thrown into Han Changfeng's mouth by Mitchell. Under Mitchell's gaze, Han Changfeng had no choice but to swallow it.