The Dark King

A moment later, the fat middle-aged man with a leg injury beside him reacted and scolded: "Waste, go on, beat him up to see how he got back!"

"Boss." This figure, holding his belly, hesitated and said: "This little ghost has too much strength, unlike ordinary civilians, or he will be hungry for a few days first, and then he will be abandoned after he has no strength?"

The obese middle-aged man rolled his eyes in annoyance and scolded angrily: "Waste, waste!" Although he scolded his mouth, he no longer forced several people to siege Du Dean. The latter's resistance just surprised him. Generally, people who have just been pierced with steel nails, no matter how unruly they were before, will become like a dead dog, unable to resist, but this little devil is very strange. He had no strength to stand on the ground before. As a result, they rebelled later, but they were even more crazy and intense than others.

Moreover, Du Di'an has also taught him the strength, he can't help but think, if it is not pierced with steel nails, it is estimated that he will not necessarily be the opponent of this imp, fighting head-on.

"Don't let him breathe down, this kid was mostly a hunter or a knight before." Although the obese middle-aged man was full of face, but his mind was very keen, he said coldly: "Give me 24 hours to attack, Don’t let him close his eyes, I don’t believe he won’t break him, a newcomer wants to turn up the waves, yuck!

"Fat pig, stop it!" came a voice from a cell next to him, a burly young man said in a low voice: "This kid has good potential, I want it."

The fat middle-aged man's face sank and said: "Black scars, it's not that I don't give you a face. I have offended this kid. If I let him live a better life in the future, there will be no better days for me. I must abolish him!" "

"I promise you, he will not provoke you in the future." The burly young man frowned.

The obese middle-aged man sneered and said, "When he is injured, come to me for revenge. You may not be able to hold it back. There is no discussion on this matter. You don't have to say it anymore. I don't want to turn your face."

The burly young man looked somber and gave him a deep look without saying anything.

"Why are you still stunned, I said, don't give him breathing time!" The fat middle-aged man turned back and snarled.

These people were hesitant, but they still stepped forward and fought, intimidating Du Dean, making him tight all over.

Du Dean gasped, looking at several figures that were constantly shaking in front of him, the previous torture on the torture rack, and the massive blood loss on his body, which blurred his eyes and raised his hand to make an attack posture, while restoring physical strength.

Among these people, a thin young man was more clever, and he saw that Du Dean was just a futile empty rack, kicking out in a row with several deliberately fake poses.

Du Di'an was caught off guard and was immediately hit in the arm and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, several other people became emboldened and continued to pretend to attack occasionally during the pretense.

Soon, Dudi was scarred in safety.

The thin young man pretended to go back and forth several times, shot again in vain, and kicked Du Dean's neck.

Du Dean, who had long given up resistance, lifted his arms in vain, hugged his feet tightly, his face covered with cruelty, and lifted the other arm to hit him hard on his knee.

With a click, the sound of bone fracture sounded, and at the same time, the thin young man screamed like a pig and howled in pain.

Several other people saw this and hurried forward to kick Du Dean, forcing Du Dean to let go.

Du Dian didn't hold back hard, let go of his hand, and gasped heavily against the back cage. He only felt the pain in the shoulder blades on both sides made his nerves twitch, but compared with the previous, it was barely able to bear it, just like the instinct of the human body. , Gradually adapting.

"Ah, ah, ah..." The thin young man stepped back with the help of several others, sitting on the ground straw mat, yelling in pain, the leg he kicked protruded in the opposite direction, inside The blood vessels and nerves are obviously damaged.

The obese middle-aged man's face changed, and he looked at Du Dean coldly, and said with a cold voice: "Good boy, strong enough."

Du Dian stared at him dead, not speaking.

Several others immediately helped the thin young man deal with a leg injury and adjust his bones. No one came to ignore Du Dean for a while.

A glance at the other cells showed that the entertainment program was over and it was a bit boring.

"Really boring."

"Fat pigs are too rubbish, and even a kid can't figure it out."

"Fat pig, if you kill this kid, you are the one who died."

"I came to our thorn flower prison at a young age and it is definitely an evil embryo."

Hearing the words in the other cells, the obese middle-aged man was covered with haze. He didn't expect this new kid to be so tricky, but he didn't rush out, but continued to wait.

A few hours later, the two jailers opened the door, put a wooden board from the stairs, rolled the cart down the board, and pushed it into the promenade. One of the young jailers shouted, "Trash, eat."

The chatter and laughter in the cells suddenly became quiet.

Another young jailer picked up the speculative food and threw it into the cages, all of which were pieces of dark bread.

"Sir, we seem to be missing one here." Someone in one of the cages said.

The two jailers who picked up the brown bread and discarded it at random heard it, and one of them bent over: "Less one, give me what you have."

The man seemed to realize something and shook his head: "It's a lot."

"Let you give me, did you hear me, stupid pig!" The jailer growled in vain.

The man's face was ugly, but he handed him the bread in his hand.

The jailer picked up the bread, spit out two saliva on it, threw it on the ground outside the cage, raised his toes and stepped on it, twisted back and forth, stepped on the bread flat, sneered: "Trash, pick it up if you want to eat Let's finish, back to the cart and continue to distribute black bread to the other cages in the corridor.

Moments later, the cart came to the cage where Du Dean was.

One of the jailers happened to be one of the five people who sentenced Du Dean to death. When he saw Du Dean leaning on the cage, he couldn't help but laugh: "Little devil, are you still used to living here, did this fat pig make you feel better?" ?" The tone was relaxed, as if to say hello to an old acquaintance.

Du Dean lowered his head and said nothing.

Another young jailer next to him looked at Du Dean and said with a smile: "I heard that there is a new demon today. When he came over, he just made a jailer disabled and couldn't get to work. Could it be this little guy?"

The former jailer youth smiled and said: "Yeah, I also blame the bad luck of Rolls himself for being too stupid. I don't know that I should put on steel nails and then sentence. Haha, this time I will be lying on the bed for half a year. ."

Another jailer young man smiled.

The former jailer youth suddenly turned his eyes and turned back, shouting: "Do you want to watch a performance?"

"Performance?" The others in the cage were eating brown bread, and raised their heads when they heard the news. Someone immediately took the lead and shouted, "Think!"

"miss you!"

Other prisoners did not fall behind and responded quickly.

The young jailer listened to the responses from all the cages, and his face showed a joyful enjoyment. This kind of echoing feeling made him particularly useful. He took out two pieces of black bread from the cart and said to Dudean’s cage: "Play Let’s play a little game, fat pig. If you play with this little devil, whoever wins will have something to eat. If you lose, go eat tonight and tomorrow."