The old generation of communists would throw their bodies into sausage factories - but this makes no sense at all. In fact, it can only disgust them mentally.

Because of the extremely complex detection, separation, sterilization, and cooking systems of the sausage factory, any "material" can be made into sausages with the same texture and taste. Not to mention throwing in corpses, even throwing in feces is useless. It's useless.

All waste materials that are not enough will be automatically separated and discharged.

In fact, I didn't think there was anything wrong with this before.

——The gentlemen in the upper city do not regard them as prostitutes as human beings, so there is no need for these prostitutes with no education, no jobs, and no families to be polite. They are completely opposite to each other.

After kidnapping someone, if the other party informed the execution department, it would be reasonable to throw the person into a sausage factory, or directly record the person in an 18G video and send it back as punishment and revenge.

...But now, the strangulation has become a little tense.

For some reason, he didn't want Xiaoya to hear this kind of thing. The lives of the prostitutes on Yongquan Island made him envious... Even those scaleless people who had been reduced to coolies and slaves were not worthy of being strangled.

It’s not bitter at all. Compared with Happy Island, this place is indeed a paradise on earth.

If the dark jokes from Happy Island were told, Xiaoya might be frightened.

The inferior looked at him strangely, and exclaimed in amazement: "In the end, I really... saw an extremely rare scene.

"It turns out that you can sacrifice yourself for someone you just met. That's amazing. Are you in love?"

"Huh? How is that possible? Are you mocking me?"

Strangulation frowned: "It's my fault that I couldn't find you, and it was also because of my lack of ability that I was rescued by you. If you want to laugh at me, just keep it short."

——There are still some urgent matters now.

Mahavira said in a low voice, stretched out his hand and pinched his collar with some discomfort.

It's really ironic... When I wanted to live in the past, I was always cursed and told to die. Now I am ready to die, but I am told to keep living.

When Xiaoya screamed his name hoarsely at the end, the sound made Mashupira heartbroken.

As a result, he is not dead now.

If she found out about this, would she feel that her feelings were wasted?

Hangsha looked at the hospital, hesitant. He wanted to go in but didn't dare.

——Forget it, let’s go in and take a look.

He still wanted to know how Xiaoya, who was thrown directly into the situation by him, was doing now.

The situation was urgent before, and he had no time to think too much. But now that the alarm was lifted, Strangler couldn't help but wonder whether Xiaoya would twist her neck when she landed, or simply fall to the point of fainting; what could the prosthetic doctor do?

Can't he treat this kind of wound? Or is he not here at all now and happened to go out?

Compared with non-urgent matters such as "How did the bad guy escape back?" and "Why can he speak again?", the human life in front of him is more important. He must make sure that Xiaoya is really there.

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Doctors rescue.

He didn't want the life he had risked his life to save to be ruined again because of a strange little oversight.

If the doctor is really not here, he must take Xiaoya to another hospital immediately.

"No, I'm serious... I underestimated you. I originally thought that you, a brainless lion, was also a 'scumbag.'"

The bad guy held a cigarette in his mouth with a somewhat complicated expression: "As a result, you actually chose to save other people first over your own life... This is not the ruthless 'strangling' I know."

"Or, should I just call you Mahavira from now on? Does the name Mahavira... mean a great hero? Or should I call you Mahavira?" "...It's up to you."

The man bared his teeth, and the lion's face was enough to make people frightened: "I'll talk about your long-winded things later... I'll go see what's going on first."

"Oh, then go ahead."

The inferior one just stood there motionless, watching Mahavira walk over with hesitant and cautious steps. It was as if it was not a hospital, but an enemy camp full of ambushes.

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Tsk…

He took a long drag on the cigarette and looked at the back of Masivila with an expression full of confusion.

Even the weak know the details of strangulation.

Although he didn't know enough about magic, he could still tell that the lightless shield activated before strangulation was definitely fueled by "love". Only the emotion of "love" can be so bright and stable, and can be attached to the body at the same time.

The two of them became violent at the same time as they were separated and the sacrifice of strangulation.

Is it the love between the victim and the rescued...

...I have only been away for a day, what is going on? Is it possible for love to exist in this world "in just one day"? The most unbelievable thing is that it actually happened to that bloodless and tearless villain?

Could it be that I was not in a coma for half a day, but half a month?

The inferior ones are full of doubts.

He felt like he had missed a season.

"...that's fine. The most powerful thing about love is its power of influence."

He sighed and softly recited a poem that Russell had read: "I would rather walk with the walkers than stand and watch the procession pass..." He looked around, intending to find an intact door and quickly open it.

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