The little jailer's worried, however, provoked even more joyful laughter. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"If he is serious, Lao Tzu is the Jade Emperor, and you will listen to his nonsense...... "Someone patted his chest, stepped on the dirty table, and scolded with the smell of wine.

"Our little worm is really simple and easy to deceive...... If it weren't for the big brothers, you would have been deceived and sold yourself!"

"Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss, hurry up and empty the toilet, it stinks to death. ”

Although it was clearly not his turn, the little jailer who called the little worm was flushed, and knew that he could not compete with this group of people, so he had to turn around and go to the end of the prison to lift the heavy toilet, and in the midst of everyone's shouting and laughter, he endured the smell of stinking and suffocated to clean up the toilet mixed with feces and vomit after a night.

At the front end of the corridor, the group of prison guards who had not done their duty at all were still drinking and fisting, only the little insect walked to Wei Feng's cell, paused, and stopped in front of the cell with the bucket of dung, his mediocre and immature facial features, those eyes flickered and looked back and forth at the two people in the cell.

"This kid, you can't splash us with that bucket of dung, right?" Yang Maosheng muttered, taking a step back vigilantly.

Wei Feng was unmoved, quietly looked at the young man outside the prison, and pursed his lips.

"You guys, what you said is true, right?" the little insect nervously misunderstood, looked back at the movement around the corridor, and took a step forward carefully, "I...... I can help you get out with a message. ”

Yang Maosheng saw that this person didn't think about splashing dung water, so he also let go, but he didn't trust this hairy boy in his heart, and with his hands in his hands, the fox asked: "You kid is the same leopard as that group of people, how can you help us?"

"It's a raccoon dog. Wei Feng kindly reminded that Yang Maosheng was thinking about how the young master would dismantle his platform, and simply twisted into the corner to scratch his feet.

Wei Feng turned his head with a disgusted face, changed his serious expression and asked, "Why are you helping us?"

The little worm hesitated for a moment, glanced around the dark cage and the foul-smelling dung bucket, raised his head and said with a determined face, "I want to give myself a chance." ”

Wei Feng glanced at him deeply: "Okay, if this matter is successful, you will be my person." ”

Yang Maosheng listened to their conversation suspiciously, the little insect who received the promise was full of joy, vigilant of the surrounding movements, whispered a few words to Wei Feng, and hurriedly carried the dung bucket to the outside of the prison, and was teased by his colleagues along the way, occasionally someone deliberately pretended to fall and scared him, and finally walked out with his neck shrunk in the laughter.

"This kid is really an honest man, and he didn't forget to carry the dung bucket out on this one. Yang Maosheng nodded, and he liked the kid a little in his heart, "But I really believe the wrong person, the young master has always been treacherous, how can he be a person who promises casually?"

Wei Feng snorted lightly and turned back with a strange expression: "I didn't lie to him." ”

This time it was Yang Maosheng's turn to be shocked, pointed to the little insect that had long disappeared outside, and stammered: "Do you really want to take a hairy boy who carries a dung bucket to the General's Mansion? Uncle Wei Guo is angry." ”

"I didn't say I wanted him to go to the General's Mansion. Wei Feng looked at him with an even stranger expression, and then looked at the direction in which the little insect disappeared with a mysterious smile and said, "I'll give him a chance, whether his toilet cleaning materials will be more useful in the future, it's all up to him." ”

Yang Maosheng silently rolled his eyes behind him, thinking in his heart, sure enough, the young general's tricks are relatively high.

On the other side, the little insects, who had already begun to excitedly fantasize about a better future, poured out the dung bucket excitedly, and after washing and drying, they suddenly became restrained.

The other party was the young general of the Wei family, how could he just carry a dung bucket with an excited face and make such a rude request in front of him?

But his future is about to change.

He washed his dirty hands in the sink a few times, nervously rubbed his hands on his clothes, put them to his nose and smelled them, but vaguely seemed to be able to smell the perennial stench of the prison, and subconsciously wanted to wash it a few more times.

It won't be too late.

He thought about it, took a few more handfuls of water indiscriminately, wiped his face indiscriminately, and ran down the street while smoothing out his messy hair with his wet hands, lest he was too dirty and had no tokens, and the other party would not believe his statement.

What should I say in the first sentence? Hello? Or introduce yourself first? He stumbled nervously at the door, almost fell, and the old woman who sold silk flowers at the door helped him up with a kind face.

No, the matter is urgent, and they should get straight to the point and tell them that the son of the Wei family is in prison...... He nearly knocked over a cloth stall on the street, and only after apologizing could he barely escape the cursing of the shopkeeper.

But will they believe it? Shouldn't the legendary General Wei Shao be as brave as a god? He stopped in front of a silk village, looked at the closed door, and opened his mouth in surprise.

That's right, what Wei Gongzi said is this silk village.

But why is it closed?

He looked back and forth hesitantly, paced to the dumpling stall opposite, and asked the uncle who set up the stall a few words.

"You say this shop? It seems to have been closed for days, and no one has come out. Guess it's going to fall?" The old man squinted his eyes at the silk village opposite, took a deep puff of hookah, and spewed out circles of white smoke bubbles with a satisfied face.

The little bug is a little anxious, if this store won't open recently, where can I find a contact?

He was secretly anxious, and the uncle next to him suddenly knocked on his shoulder with a hookah pipe, and Yao Yao pointed to the door of the silk village with a cigarette pipe.

I don't know when the door has been opened, and the inside is gloomy, I don't know if it was blown open by the wind when it wasn't closed tightly, or when he wasn't looking, someone opened the door.

The little insect thanked the dumpling seller, hurriedly walked to the silk village, and suddenly hesitated when he came to the door.

It was too dark inside, and there was a faint stench coming out, which made him subconsciously feel vigilant to resist.

What's going to be inside?

He took a deep breath, and carefully leaned down, half-clasped against the doorframe, his eyes wide and his neck sticking out, cautiously peering into the darkness in the crack in the door of the satin house.

He seemed to see many people standing with their backs to him in the corners, in the endless darkness, because the round things should be human heads.

In the darkness, the stench was even stronger, and it seemed that the strange chirping of insects could be heard flapping their wings.

As soon as the little insect opened the door, he saw that the countless heads turned back to their faces at that moment, and the miserable white faces suspended in mid-air, each face was swollen and deformed, and his eyes were stagnant.

It's not a person, it's just a head.

With a scream, he immediately sat down on the ground, and the door that was originally hidden was subconsciously pulled by him, and it became half-open.

As soon as the sound fell, the little insect saw a scene that he would never forget in his life, and countless miserable white heads flew up and rushed straight out of the door.

The corners of the mouth on each face were hooked up hard, and a weird smile was drawn at the little insects. (To be continued.) )