Seer hugged his arms and raised his eyebrows, "There is a second general in District 7?"

Andrea didn't say anything, but looked at Kou Qiu several times and muttered something in a low voice. Kou Qiu only heard a "mid-month" clearly, and then she grabbed the corner of her clothes and said unavoidably: "I'll take you upstairs."

Her face restrained her bright colors, her expression was serious and cold, and she didn't know what she was thinking. Kou Qiu gritted her teeth and went upstairs all the way downstairs by her escort, and greeted the stunning gazes of countless prisoners, and most of the gazes fell on him, with unconcealed saliva. Old Cadre Kou had no doubts. If there was no Andrea by his side, he was afraid that these people would pounce on him without thinking.

How to survive?

This is clearly a world of scumbag attacks, but until now, he has not even seen the scumbag attacks. In this difficult-to-survive zone, what should he rely on to survive?

System says: [Introduction to the basic principles of Marxism by reciting memorizing?]

Kou Qiu:【......】

That would only work for a large baby that needed him to coax him to bed that night!

[But he is the thickest golden thigh,] The system is rumored, [If you hold this leg tightly, isn't it better than anything else?]

Kou Qiu:【......】

Yes, reasonable (⊙v⊙)!

Compared to others, men have the most normal attitude and are not irritable. When they saw his face last night, they did not react too much. Not to mention that they are useful to him, so don't worry about being abandoned.

And in addition to this, there is another more important reason.

Kou Qiu couldn't explain why, but staying by the man always made him feel at ease. He had an almost weird intuition and would rather believe that the other party would not hurt him.

Andrea sent him upstairs and flew at him with a smile, "Little mouse, come to me if you figure it out, huh?"

“…” Kou Qiu said, “Goodbye.”

He walked in.

Outside the door and inside the door are two completely different worlds. The general sat on a chair, his fingers holding a soft silk cloth, wiping his hands and guns. The black gun-tube was wiped with shiny shiny, almost reflecting the figure. Kou Qiu didn't make a sound, quietly entered the room, and went to the bathroom to wash.

After a while, he heard the man's voice.

"Face."

Old Cadre Kou was stunned: "Hmm?"

"Face," the man's eyes turned like a blade and looked straight into his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Oh," Kou Qiu said, "I'm afraid I can't hide it if I disguise it."

He stood in front of the sink, rubbing the traces of bitter grass splashed on his hands over and over again, but he couldn't wash it off. At the moment of worries, the voice of the man behind him suddenly came: "At least three days."

system:【???】

But Kou Qiu understood strangely and pointed at his hand, "What the general means is that it will take three days to wash it off?"

system:【......???】

This also makes it clear that these two people have different brain waves than ordinary people?

The man nodded and said no more. The light and shadow were separated by the bridge of his face, and the light and darkness melted at the junction ambiguously. He pursed his lips, looked cold, and stroked his fingers through the complex badge on the gun. He looked at Kou Qiu for a while, then fell silent for a long time and turned over to the bed.

As a sleeping pill, Kou Qiu also consciously washed himself and climbed onto the bed, starting a daily task of coaxing to bed. He said: "What do you want to hear today?"

Kou Qiu didn't expect to get an answer at first. But a few minutes later, he heard the person beside him say briefly: "Sing "Farewell Night"."

Kou Qiu was stunned.

He found this song in the original owner's memory, which was a farewell song sang to the soldiers on the expedition. The tune was gentle and painful, full of blessings and expectations for his relatives to rush to the battlefield.

He cleared his throat and slowly sang the tune in his mind. His hands subconsciously patted the spine of the person beside him. Even when he was asleep, the man's hands were always holding the gun tightly, and his brows were tightly tucked together.

Kou Qiu suddenly remembered that this man was a hero who had defeated the enemy and defended his country countless times at the border. His name was once heavily plastered on the chest of every ordinary person. He was once the well-deserved guardian of the entire empire.

Fighting war has almost become an instinct, and he cannot let go even when he is sleeping.

The system said: [Let’s think of something practical.]

Kou Qiu:【For example?】

The system said: [For example, after you leave this door tomorrow, how can you survive while keeping your innocence?]

Kou Qiu:【......】

He looked at the ceiling quietly and said sincerely: [I love my country.]

If it really doesn't work, just treat today as the last day.

Fortunately, there is no way out. When Kou Qiu went out the next day, two big men squatted at the door. Seeing him coming out, they shouted in unison: "Hello, sir! The general sent us to protect you!"

Since then, Kou Qiu has two more bodyguards, and his life happiness index has suddenly risen sharply.

With these two people, even if the prisoners salivated at him, they had to stay away from him. Kou Qiu no longer had to worry about food, even the dishes were richer, and even the routine work of every day, the two of them rushed to help him do it. Since entering the prison, Kou Qiu has tasted the benefits of hugging the golden thigh for the first time.

One word, that's cool!

Seer did not express too much emotion about this. Kou Qiu always felt that he seemed very dissatisfied. He looked at the two of them with different eyes. But when he looked at him again, the young man with green eyes was still as timid as ever and grabbed his sleeve timidly.

Kou Qiu's eyes slid inadvertently along his movements, and then his pupils suddenly shrank.

The back of the hand was as smooth as jade, with no flaws at all.

——The traces left by cutting bitter root grass together yesterday disappeared.

He turned his head and said nothing. It was not until he had dinner under the protection of the bodyguard that he said inadvertently: "That happened yesterday and knocked over two basins. There would be no punishment, right?"

Seer stared at the food on the plate with disgust and tried his best to poke it open with a spoon. After hearing Kou Qiu's words, he pressed his chin and thought carefully.

"Maybe..." He shivered, as if he was so scared that he leaned towards Kou Qiu again, "Ah, it's so terrible."

Kou Qiu smiled and did not answer the words again. He looked at the face of the young man Bitong again, and then stuffed a mouthful of food into his mouth.

"What are you always watching me do?" Seer said with a smile, "Is it because I am so beautiful?"

Old Cadre Kou frowned and educated: "Thrift is..."

Seer quickly stuffed the bread into his mouth, then curled his eyes, smiled, blocking his next words.

The number of meals decreased again this day, and general casualties began to occur among the prisoners. The blonde young man changed his legs and sat on his legs. The man touched his legs and looked at him indifferently. The floor of the restaurant was filled with large patches of blood and filth, and scarlet and white mixed into a pile. Kou Qiu passed by these things and saw the two soldiers disposing of the garbage expressionlessly, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Don't sympathize," said Ser. "Those who can enter these seven districts are either death row prisoners or soldiers who stayed there."

But when they returned from blood, they never thought that after experiencing such a fight, they did not fall on the battlefield, but fell at the guns of their own people. The remaining people were exiled to District 7 and became prisoners who were not allowed to go out of this wilderness.

They were once heroes who protected the border and defended the country.

They are now trapped beasts locked here.

The blood in the seventh district was churning like a flood, and the glory of the past was torn off by those who once praised them on the high platform, leaving only the thick white bones.

But the fire did not freeze. On the contrary, this mocking hand of fate failed to extinguish it. It burned even more vigorously in this dark corner.

Xia Zuo's eyes were filled with light that Kou Qiu felt strange.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what he should say - but at this moment, the prisoner in front suddenly became chaotic, retreated restlessly, and then ran away in scattered. The screams pierced the air and pierced straight into everyone's eardrums.

"What's going on?" Xia Zuo frowned and stopped a prisoner casually, "Tell me quickly, what's wrong!"

"General, General..." The prisoner's legs were shaking like a sieve and he stuttered, "General is sick..."

The author has something to say: Andrea: I will do whatever you come.

Kou Qiu:...

Women, women's clothing boss!

Andrea: (smile) Silly kid, what are you thinking? That's because - I have props.

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Kou Qiu, who suddenly found himself turned into a piece of fat mutton: "..."

The little attacker in the drawing area: "You can't get out of this piece, you will be eaten when you walk out!"

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Chapter completed!