Zong Bai's eyes flashed with a sharp murderous aura, and the other party was aggressive, and he couldn't help but want to make a move.

"Prison Envoy, here comes the wine!" At the critical moment, a voice came from outside the kitchen. I saw a ghost respectfully holding a bottle of Moutai aged wine in both hands, and walked in without hurry.

When handing over the wine, the two looked at each other and passed a look.

The meaning of the ghost is very clear, everything is ready outside, as long as the prison envoy gives an order, he can rush over and chop Tang Yulan into meat sauce.

Zong Bai smiled knowingly, took the wine, and said, "Okay, you go down." The tone was much more relaxed than before.

Tang Yulan found that when Zong Bai turned his head again, his chest was a little stiffer, and his confidence when he spoke was obviously more confident than just now.

"Come, how can soup be compared to wine, drink!" Zong Bai took two cups, poured them full of wine, took one for himself, and handed Tang Yulan a glass.

Tang Yulan took a sip of wine from his wine glass, and began to chat, and drank his wine. He traveled extensively, was knowledgeable, and experienced many different customs and folklore, and took out two pieces at random as a story to tell, but Zong Bai was a little fascinated by what he heard.

Zong Bai felt that compared with Tang Yulan's previous life, his life seemed to be much monotonous, going back and forth all day long, doing those boring things. The food is accompanied by the wine, the taste buds are stimulated by the food, and the whole person is a lot more relaxed.

Tang Yulan frowned, put down the chopsticks, he found that he was full, and the amount of food was four or five times smaller than before.

In the past, one more bite of food meant more strength. But now Tang Yulan clenched his palms, and his fists seemed to contain infinite strength.

"Look at your virtue, isn't it because you're hungry? Eat so fast. Tang Yulan teased.

Zong Bai suddenly stopped, and his eyebrows twisted out a few vertical lines. I blamed myself fiercely in my heart, how could I be so tempted? After putting down the chopsticks, he said, "Okay, I drank the wine and ate the rice." Hell mercy, I can be the master and let you live. From this day forward, the past is not to blame! You're the first person to walk out of hell with integrity, and this is something you can be proud of more than you defeated a super soldier. ”

"Let's go?" Tang Yulan sneered, patted the table and glared, and said coldly: "Of course you want to be guilty of the past, because from the beginning, it was that damn ghost who offended Lao Tzu!" Having made such a big battle, Lao Tzu was brought here and was completely devastated, causing weight loss, nutritional disorders, causing a large number of brain cells to die, and leaving wounds that are difficult to heal both mentally and physically. Is it so easy to casually say that you want to drive Lao Tzu away now?! ”

After Tang Yulan finished speaking, the wood grain around the palm of his hand broke inch by inch with the palm force.

What a strong palm! Zong Bai exclaimed in his heart, and asked silently on the surface: "Then what do you want to do?" ”

Tang Yulan touched his head, there was no grass on his smooth head, which made him very uncomfortable, smacked his lips, and said, "In this way, hand over the ghost that hurt me......"

"Impossible! There are no such rules in hell. Zong Bai refused, his tone clean and neat. He said, "Hell will never betray any of its brothers in its own organization!" Besides, if I hand over my subordinates so lightly, who will die for me in the future. Tang Yulan, don't be ignorant! ”

"Lao Tzu's first condition was denied by you, so I want you to release all the prisoners?!" Tang Yulan's eyes were shining, and with an inoffensive majesty in his tone, he slowly approached Zongbai.

"You're too nosy!" Zong Bai felt the other party's tough momentum, suppressed the discomfort and anger in his heart, and asked, "You only arrived yesterday, what do they have to do with you?" "These prisoners hate Hell to death, and if they are released, it will be tantamount to the Hell Organization recruiting another group of enemies.

Tang Yulan shrugged, "Sympathy!" ”

The corners of Zong Bai's mouth trembled, he opened his arms, inhaled wildly, and slowly expanded his chest.

This breath was actually inhaled for half a minute, and then, he slowly clenched his fists, and the knuckles of his fingers crackled. Because he was thin and weak, the blood vessels in his arms, neck, and forehead were very visible, and when he held his breath, these blood vessels appeared to swell even more, as if they could explode from them at any moment.

Immediately afterwards, a magical scene happened, the shriveled muscles of Zong Bai's whole body were quickly plumped as if they were inflated, and his skeleton-like face quickly plumped, wrinkles gradually decreased, and even his complexion began to become ruddy! The clothes were slowly propped up, and in less than a minute, he seemed to have gained thirty kilograms of weight, the most obvious thing was that in addition to his face, it was his broad shoulders, and unlike all the ghosts and tattooed chiefs, Zong Bai did not have any tattoos on his body.

"What a hell of a life! Are you an inflatable old man? When did the live-action version come out! Tang Yulan scratched his head, feeling a little difficult to accept this sudden change.

"People, the most important thing is to have self-knowledge! I'd like to see how strong you really are! As he spoke, Zong Bai's figure shook and rushed towards Tang Yulan.

After the change in his body, his movements also became very fast, like a meteor. That's faster than the retina can tell.

Qiu Lao's eyes were squinted tightly by the wind, and he thought that the sky was blue and the sun was white, what the hell!

In an instant, Zong Bai came to Tang Yulan's approach, his five fingers clenched into fists, his bones were hard and clear, and the strong wind howled when he blasted out.

He punched one punch after another, one punch faster than a fist. A punch swept through, and a small hurricane formed behind it, driving a violent whistling sound. If you have a professional instrument to test it, you can find that the speed of the fist can reach 30 meters per second, which is second only to the sprint speed of the 100-meter long run of the flyer.

Tang Yulan dodged left and right, Zong Bai's punch swept past his ear, and Tang Yulan's face was floating in the strong wind, and he smashed straight on the refrigerator and opened the door.

"Boom!"

The refrigerator door was concave, Yan zhòng was deformed, fell to the ground hard, castrated more than once, and rolled vertically, and the upturned refrigerator wheel was still rotating rapidly.

The dull sound attracted the attention of everyone outside, and there was a commotion outside.

The Prison Tattoo Chief, the Ghost and the others hurried over, walked to the kitchen door, and saw the blood-gushing picture, and their eyes widened one by one.

Tang Yulan was slightly surprised in his heart, a little surprised, judging from the speed of this punch alone, he had surpassed Torres Boone, and the fist contained a strong force, blowing his clothes wildly.

Two strong winds, from different directions, with violent waves and roars, hit Tang Yulan's throat and heart respectively.