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"Are those guys back in jail?" Catelyn sat elegantly across her legs on the expensive sofa, leaning slightly against the arm of the man next to her, chatting as if she meant to or not meant to.

"Well, it looks like these guys have got some backbone after all, not giving in for so long." The master of the game Dawgs laughing, looking at his side of the charming woman, Dawgs heart is full of pride.

"Are those three powers chosen by Mr. Dale?" Catelyn looked curious, turning her head slightly, her blue eyes curious, her voice soft enough to soften Dawgs' body.

"Yeah, these three guys will definitely join Baytown, it's just a matter of time." I have to give them a good game, let them experience 'alive' is so good, let them accept the reality as soon as possible, surrender to the city." Dawgs ponders how to please his city master, Mr. Dale.

In the same way, Caitlin is doing everything she can, and she's thinking about how to please Dawgs. Catelyn gave Doug a look of infinite shame, and then slowly lay down, she was so charming, charming.

"Oh, my little cat, come with me to give a speech tomorrow oh, ha ha, I love the way they look at you, so eager, so hot, but nothing in their heads will happen, you are exclusive to me, they can only envy me, ha ha, envy me!" Dawgs said with great comfort.

Catelyn's eyes twinkled, her mind finalizing her plan.

At the same time.

Ethan sat on the iron bed in the prison, his ears were the loud snoring sound of his new cellmate sleeping, and it seemed that the cellmate's heart was big enough to sleep so soundly under such circumstances.

Ethan gently tapped his fingers on the iron bed, restored to a little state, he was thinking about when he was in the "small black room", those mysterious messages were passed by who.

Judging from the state of the jailer who delivered the food, he must have been manipulated, otherwise his attitude could not have been inconsistent.

When the jailer delivered the message, he was like a doll, without any emotion, and the whole person was in a dull state.

And after a few short words, the gaoler recovered his senses, and he was so unkind to Ethan that I'm afraid he was the real gaoler.

So in that prison, who had the power to manipulate a jailer like that?

Ethan looked down at the handcuffs on his wrist, the faint blue of the handcuffs that could suppress the powers of the powers, but note that it was "suppress," not "erase."

Otherwise, Ethan's scars can not be dissipated, Ethan in order to test whether he has the 010 body self-healing ability, in the case of handcuffs, Ethan directly to the arm bite, although the wound recovery is slow, but compared to normal people, that speed has been outrageous.

You can imagine that when Ethan's handcuffs are taken off, he should be the same as the original 010, even if the knife inserted in the neck, spraying blood, the wound will immediately recover and heal.

Is it because of the handcuffs that the mysterious power can only control the jailer for a dozen seconds?

So... Was this mysterious power a prisoner in a dark room like himself?

Ethan secretly speculated in his heart, after all, from the information passed from the mouth of the manipulated jailer, the identity of the mysterious power is likely to be a prisoner, but also Ethan's cellmate.

It may be funny to say it, but Ethan's state in this underground prison has been restored a lot, compared to the dark room, the underground prison is really a paradise.

The light in the hallway was dim, but it was strong enough to light Ethan's heart.

Ethan sighed deeply.

Tomorrow is the "Pledge meeting", this is a familiar part, 80 more powers are about to be thrown into the death town, do not know, the mysterious power who is?

The mystery Power must have been at least from before the 28th, given that there were fewer than 30 Powers out of Deathtown last time, and Ethan's own number became 28, which, if you think about it, narrates it down a bit.

Ethan silently sorted out the clue, vaguely, heard the sound of sobbing in the underground prison, the sound appeared so harsh in the underground prison, very penetrating, and put a cloud on everyone's heart.

"You seem to have a thing for that fellow?" In another cell, Cynthia, her plaited hair tied, sat on an iron bed, looking at the promise in front of her, Cynthia asked with interest.

This is nearly thirty days, Cynthia rarely take the initiative to chat with promise, she knows promise is a frightened little rabbit, any action of her may frighten her, so in Cynthia's deliberate restraint, the two have been peaceful and quiet life.

At this time, the promise looked like a trance, his body curled up, arms wrapped around his knees, a kind of celestial appearance.

"Normally under such circumstances, you would join this' voice 'and cry with those who are weak, what is it, my crybaby, not in the mood today?" Cynthia seemed to change her state of mind and asked jokingly, getting up and taking her long legs one step to the promised iron bed.

The huge black shadow was overwhelming, and Promise reacted to it, subconsciously crouching backward and looking at the comer with a wary look.

"Tell me, did he make you like this?" Cynthia stepped into bed, pushed on the edge of the iron bed, turned and sat down side by side with Promise, her back against the cold wall, and gently bumped Promise's thin shoulder.

"Ah." Promise exclaimed and tried to leave, but Cynthia held down his legs.

Cynthia reached out and squeezed Promise's chin, which was a little funny because Cynthia's hands were handcuffed.

"Joy, anticipation, hope, and a little trepidation." Cynthia stared at Promise, muttering to herself, "You're a different person."

Promise blushed, ashamed and angry, wanted to resist, but did not dare to resist, and finally could only bow his head.

But the promise was not allowed. Cynthia squeezed Promise's face again and pulled the ostrich out of the sand.

"This is not the emotion of a contestant who is facing a fight to the death." Cynthia whispered. "Tell me, what is your heart planning?"

On a normal day, Cynthia would not torture a weak person, she would even protect the weak. But now, in this fateful moment, Cynthia had to be a little overbearing, for sharp as she was, she had deduced something terrible.

In a word, the promise looked stagnant, and even breathing was slightly stifled.

Cynthia's eyes coagled, and sure enough!

Even though the promise has experienced 3 life and death battles, but in Cynthia this experienced veteran, promise is still a green kid, Cynthia with keen intuition and careful speculation, through a few short words, hard to trick out the promise in mind.

"Tell me your plans, all of them." Cynthia took Promise's arms in both hands, imprisoning the White rabbit's body, and asked.

"What are you... I don't understand what you're saying." Promise struggled hastily, but where was she Cynthia's match? The lion easily pinned down the white rabbit's body.

"Give you another chance, you know I wouldn't do this to you, I wouldn't even do this to anyone, please don't force me, okay?" Cynthia's gray eyes flickered in the dim light, like ghostly fire in the dark night.

The promise was in her throat, and she felt the gaze of hell.

"Don't say?" Cynthia pursed her lips and released her promise www.uukanshu.com very abruptly. The woman got out of bed on her long legs and said casually, "You have ten seconds to think. I will tell the jailers the secret I have discovered. Do you think you can resist their torture with your small size? Do you think you can keep the secret of your heart?"

"No, you can't." Cynthia revealed the answer before she could promise to answer. She came to the fence and whispered, "10... 9... 8... 7..."

The promise of a change of face, a time do not know what to do.

"6... 5... 4..." Cynthia's voice was quiet, slow and firm.

"You... Don't do that, me." The promise finally spoke, but Cynthia's countdown was still not over.

"Three... 2... 1..." Cynthia turned her head to look at the promise, but the promise seemed to have something stuck in her throat, and her mouth was open, but she could not speak.

"All right." Cynthia nodded and exclaimed, "Soldier! Jailer! Anything! Give me someone!"

Promise was so frightened that he rolled and crawled out of bed, staggered to Cynthia's side, grabbed her by the scruff of her coat, and said quickly, "I say, I say!"

Cynthia looked down at Promise's pathetic little face. Cynthia didn't nod, or shake her head, or even react.

Seeing such a scene, the promise of the heart cold half.

"What do you shout? Want a fight again?" A soldier came up impatiently and banged his baton against the iron fence.

Cynthia looked down at the fierce jailer over the bars and slowly said, "Soldier, I...."