The Strategic Type of the Heart

After a long time, Fang Ziyu, whose consciousness had fallen into darkness, woke up.

It hurt!

It hurt!

After regaining his consciousness, Fang Ziyu felt a sharp pain from his lower back, as if he had been stabbed by thousands of blades.

"F * ck, could it be that someone is plotting against my kidney?"

Fang Ziyu was still in a daze. He immediately reached out to touch his own kidney. He had to make sure that his kidney was still growing on his body. This was a problem that could not be delayed.

However, he was tied up and could not be touched at all.

"Brat, do you feel that your waist is in extreme pain, as if it's rotten?"A rough voice sounded.

"You... I know you. I've asked you about pet advancement. You're ungrateful!"Fang Ziyu recognized the man in front of him and frowned.

However, he had a vague idea in his heart. At first, he did not know who had come to capture him or why. Now, he roughly understood the other party's purpose.