The person who spoke was a bearded man, very strong, sitting cross-legged on the bunk.

Wang Lang squatted down honestly.

"Is it the first time I've been in?" asked the bearded man.

Wang Lang took out his ears, "First."

"What did you do?" asked the bearded man again.

"Fight." Wang Lang made up one casually.

"Can you wear shackles when fighting?" The bearded man's eyebrows stood up.

"Maybe it's disobedient, Lao Tianer, don't talk nonsense, just go through the procedures." The lying young man said.

The bearded man grinned, "Boy, you have to go through the procedures when you come in. This is an indispensable part of a newcomer's entry. Is it a literary or a martial arts?"

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "I have read very little, so I'll do it."

The bearded man smiled and looked back at the young man lying down, "Brother Hei, this melon skin is a green skin that needs to be done with martial arts."

"Wu Guo? Give ten salutes first as a meeting gift." The young man raised his eyelids.

The bearded man touched his green stubborn head, jumped off the Datongpu and walked towards Wang Lang, squatted in front of Wang Lang with a smile, and reached out to touch Wang Lang's head, "Brother Tian gave you ten gifts as a meeting gift, okay?"

Before Wang Lang's words were written well, the bearded man grabbed Wang Lang's head and hit the wall.

But after using the energy for a long time, Wang Lang's head did not move for a moment.

Wang Lang grinned at the bearded man, reached out to wrap his hand around the bearded man's head and pressed his hand.

A loud sound.

He felt the whole wall trembling, and Wang Lang gave the bearded man a salute, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed down his forehead. He fainted as he rolled his eyes.

The atmosphere was extremely quiet, and the triangle eyes of Hei Ge'er over there were slowly opening, "Damn it, I'm still a timid, I'll catch them, fifty stomach hammers, twenty table tennis balls!"

A group of people surrounded Wang Lang.

Wang Lang's ears moved.

When a group of people rushed up, Wang Lang didn't fight back, and squatted on the ground with his head in his arms and was beaten.

The door was suddenly knocked, and two prison guards rushed in, and the stick in their hands hit the body, opening everyone in a few seconds, and a group of people were lying on the ground.

The prison guard pointed at the bearded man who fainted on the ground, "What's going on?"

Wang Lang said first, "He said his wife at home has sent him a letter. She hasn't been home for a year. Her wife is pregnant. She is so excited that she hits the wall and can't stop her."

The prison guard frowned and pretended to beat Wang Lang. "Damn it! Be honest with me! Otherwise, stay in my little dark room!"

Wang Lang honestly hugged his head and refused to speak. The bearded man was taken away. The prison guard did not investigate further, but just made a harsh word. If there was no peace here, he would find two of them to show them.

He kept listening with his ears on his back. After the prison guards left completely, Wang Lang slowly stood up and walked straight to the young man lying inside. He took off the cigarette from the young man's ear. Wang Lang touched the lighter and lit the cigarette for himself. He squatted next to the young man.

A group of people not far away stared at Wang Lang's back, their eyes full of sympathy.

Hei Ge'er's eyes were too long and suddenly burst out, and his fingers penetrated into Wang Lang's nostrils.

Anyone who has fought and ended up with this knows that he can fly into the sky and forget who he is.

Just as he was about to penetrate Wang Lang's nostril, Wang Lang reached out and grabbed Hei Ge'er's finger and turned it around casually.

With a slap, Wang Lang directly stuck his finger to the back of his hand. Wang Lang slapped his hand very hard, and he threw Hei Ge'er's head against the wall with a slap, hitting him in a dizzy way.

Wang Lang took out his ears and held a cigarette in his mouth, "I want to sleep here, do you have any objection?"

Brother Hei covered his fingers, and his face turned pale because of pain. He looked at Wang Lang, then covered his hands and jumped off the Datongpu.

Wang Lang occupied the magpie's nest and lay in the most comfortable place in the whole house smoking a cigarette.

"Is there any show?" Wang Lang suddenly asked.

The group of people were silent and didn't dare to let go of their farts. They all secretly looked at Hei Ge'er who was covering his hands in the corner.

This is also a ruthless person. His fingers are like this. He doesn't say a word, quietly nestling in the corner of the wall.

Wang Lang took out his ears and found a box of hibiscus kings under the quilt. There was nothing else but this one.

In the phone number, smoke is indeed a very important thing. No matter where the phone number is, it is like this. This place has completely magnified the prevalence of the weak countless times. The king is the way to be hard, because the people inside are imprisoned with force, and it is difficult to reason with these people. If you don’t knock, you won’t go in.

Wang Lang smoked a cigarette, lit one, and closed his eyes to think about things.

This is in China, and Wang Lang is not easy to escape from prison. If he is abroad, Wang Lang will try his best to escape from prison if he is unhappy. If he really doesn't work, he will directly explode a way out. When he was imprisoned abroad, the treatment was simply pleasant. Apart from freedom, he would have everything else to do. But now it's different, so he will just go through the process honestly.

Wang Lang wanted to run away halfway for a moment, but in the end he still held it back. Maybe his life was over. For Wang Lang, Wang Lang had figured it out. It would be fine if he was alive. If he was alive, he would continue to investigate Huangfu Ji's whereabouts and the people who betrayed the news of the Hidden Slayer Operation during the God-Slaying Mission. If he died, he would be with Ye Zi and the dead brothers.

But judging from the current situation, it seems that the possibility of survival is not very high. Wang Lang is sure that he is secretly detained, and no one knows where he is locked up except for Guan Wanglang. The purpose is to prevent Wang Lang from saving him.

It seemed that there was a moment when Wang Lang saw that he was dead and his soul drifted far away. A girl casually tied her hair and wore loose clothes that only she could wear at home to make faces at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang wanted to catch it again and again, but he could never catch it. It was like a moon in the water and a flower in the mirror, visible and intangible, interpreting everything.

In a trance, I saw a city, a city floating above the blue clean sky, like a castle in a fairy tale. The princess inside was quietly waiting for her prince charming to return home.

With a thunderbolt, the city was destroyed and turned into a ruin. Finally, the dream that had been done many times appeared again. Familiar faces of relatives appeared in the cycle of reincarnation like a lantern in front of him, and the blood color drifted from each face and then left.

As he got farther and farther away, until he couldn't catch it, there was darkness in front of him. The blackness of his five fingers was like a black swamp, and Wang Lang was trapped in it and could not extricate himself.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wang Lang suddenly opened his eyes and a grim face appeared in front of him.

Hei Ge'er took advantage of Wang Lang's loss of consciousness to suppress Wang Lang's wrists and ankles. Hei Ge'er pinched Wang Lang's neck with one hand and clenched his fists with the other hand and thrust Wang Lang's face door.
Chapter completed!