The Dark King

After a while, the obese middle-aged man with a leg injury next to him reacted and shouted: "Waste, ah, kill him and see how he can fight back!"

"Boss." This is a bit hesitant in the belly of the abdomen, said: "This little devil is too strong, not like ordinary civilians, or if he is hungry for a few days, when he has no strength, then he will be abolished?"

Obesity was so popular that he turned his eyes and shouted angrily: "Waste, waste!" Although he was squatting on the mouth, he did not force a few people to besiege Dudian. The latter’s rebellion really surprised him. Generally, people who have just been punctured steel nails, how they are unruly before, will become like a dead dog, unable to resist, but this little devil is very strange, before the obvious squatting on the ground did not have the strength, The result is later, but it is more crazy and intense than others.

Moreover, Du Di'an's strength has also been taught. He can't help but think that if he doesn't puncture the steel nails, he is not necessarily the opponent of this little ghost.

"Don't let him slow down. This kid is mostly a hunter or a knight." Although the obese middle-aged man is full of flesh and blood, his mind is very keen and coldly: "Give me twenty-four hours of taking turns, Don't let him close his eyes, I don't believe that he can't blame him, a new person still wants to turn the waves, I am!"

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

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

"I promise you, he won't provoke you in the future." The burly youth frowned.

The obese middle-aged man sneered and said: "When he is hurt, find me to retaliate. You may not be able to hold it. There is no discussion about this matter. You don't have to talk anymore. I don't want to turn your face."

The burly youth face was gloomy and gave him a deep look. He said nothing.

"You are still doing what you are doing, Lao Tzu said, don't give him a breather!" The obese middle-aged man turned back and yelled.

These people were hesitant, but they still rushed to attack Du Di'an and let him tighten.

Du Dian gasped, looking at a few figures swaying in front of him, the previous torture on the torture frame, and a lot of blood loss on his body, which made his eyes blurred, raised his hand to make an attacking posture, while recovering his physical strength.

One of these few young people was more clever, and it was seen that Du Di'an was just a futile empty shelf, kicking out in a few consecutive intentional pounces.

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

Several other people saw this, and the courage was also big, constantly attacking, and occasionally attacked in the attack.

Soon, Du Di was safe and scarred.

The thin young man slammed back and forth several times, and shot again in vain, kicking to Dudian's neck.

Du Di'an, who had already given up his resistance, raised his arm in vain, hugged his foot tightly, covered his face, and lifted another arm to kneel on his knee.

With a bang, the bones broke, and at the same time, the young and thin young man screamed like a pig, screaming in pain.

Several other people saw it and hurried forward to play Dudian, forcing Du Dian to let go.

Du Di'an didn't have a hard support, loosened his hand, and gasped against the back of the cage. He felt that the pain in the shoulder blades on both sides made him nervously twitch, but compared with the previous one, he was barely able to withstand it, just like the human body's instinct. , gradually adapting.

"Ah, ah, ah..." The skinny young man stepped back under the help of several other people, sitting on the ground mat, screaming and screaming, the leg he kicked out was protruding in the opposite direction, inside The blood vessels and nerves are clearly broken.

The obese middle-aged man looked awkward and looked at Du Di'an with a cold gaze. "Good boy, stubborn enough."

Du Dian stared at him, not talking.

Several other people immediately dealt with the thin young man to deal with leg injuries, adjust the bones, and no one came to pay attention to Du Di'an.

The people in other cells looked at it and knew that the entertainment program ended here, and some were boring.

"Really boring."

"Fat pigs are too garbage, and a little ghost can't make it."

"Fat pig, if you want to kill this little devil, you are dead."

"It’s definitely an evil embryo to come to our thorn flower prison at a young age."

Hearing the words in other cells, the obese middle-aged man was full of sullen eyes. He did not expect this new kid to be so tricky, but he did not rush to shoot, but continued to wait.

A few hours later, two jailers opened the door, put a piece of wood from the stairs, rolled the cart down the board, and pushed it into the corridor. One of the jailer youths screamed: "Garbage, eat."

The laughter in the cells was quiet.

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

"Adult, we seem to have one less here." One of the cages said.

Two jailers who picked up the black bread and discarded it were heard. One of them bent down: "One less, give me your hand."

What the person seemed to realize, shook his head: "A lot."

"Let you give it to me, hear no, stupid pig!" The jailer screamed in vain.

The man was ugly, but the bread in his hand was handed to him.

The jailer picked up the bread, spit out two spits on it, and threw it on the ground outside the cage. He lifted his toes and stepped on it. He twisted back and forth, and the bread was flattened. He sneered: "Garbage, want to eat." Let's finish." After returning to the cart, continue to distribute black bread to other cages in the gallery.

After a while, the cart came to the front of the cage where Dudian was.

One of the five people who had just sent a prisoner to Du Di'an and saw Du Dian squatting on the cage, could not help but smile: "The little devil, who is still used to living here, is this fat pig so cool?" "The tone is relaxed, as if to say hello to the old acquaintance.

Du Dian lowered his head and did not say anything.

Next to another jailer youth, he looked at Du Di'an and smiled. "I heard that there is a new devil today. Just came over and put a jailer into a disability. I can't get on the class. Is this this little guy?"

The former jailer youth smiled and said: "Yeah, it also blames the unlucky one. It's too stupid. I don't know how to get on the steel nail first. Haha, this time I have to lie in the hospital bed for half a year. His wife is going to be lonely. ""

Another jailer youth heard the words and laughed.

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

"Performance?" The other people in the cage were eating black bread. When they heard the words, they immediately shouted: "Think!"

"miss you!"

Other prisoners did not fall behind and responded quickly.

The jailer youth listened to the echoes in all the cages and enjoyed the pleasure on his face. This feeling of screaming made him particularly useful. He took two pieces of black bread from the cart and said to Du Di’an’s cage: “Play A little game, fat pig, you play with this little devil, who wins, whoever has to eat, if you lose, go to eat soil tonight and tomorrow." (To be continued.)