His whole body was weak and weak, his limbs were paralyzed, his hands seemed to be hung up, and there was pain like tearing through layers of glass. Chuuya's slightly sluggish brain was slowly turning, and he understood that he might have been drugged. The metal chains tightly tied his wrist bones, and the slight struggle caused the chains to collide with each other, making a collision sound that Qing Yue now heard irritably. It was the first time that Chuuya, who could control gravity, felt that his body was so heavy.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the dazzling white light suddenly penetrated into his eyes. The stinging sensation caused by it made the young man couldn't help but close it again. But the light shines through the eyelids and shines on the eyes, making them red. He waited for a while and then opened his eyes, his head turning slowly, which to outsiders looked like a fearful and hesitant observation.
The room was large and very high, but there was nothing there. The whole room was wrapped in a silver-white metal plate and incandescent light hit it, creating circles of white light. He stood in a depression, with his bare feet, bare upper body, and The condensed sweat dropped drop by drop on the metal plate, making a "plop, plop" sound. This was the only sound in the room. He slowly raised his gaze. There was a black window near the ceiling of the room. Chuuya couldn't see what was going on inside, but he guessed that it was a one-way see-through glass. There was probably someone behind him observing his every move.
He was drugged, and he was hiding behind the glass to observe his every move...
Chuuya sneered and muttered: "Trash."
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