Jun Wenkang, who has seen prison painting and hands-on, is relatively calm. As soon as he waved his hand, someone immediately came with tools to clean up the scene, leaving no trace.

The three of them couldn't make a sound, covered their mouths, and looked at the prison painting in horror. It's only now that they understand what kind of people they've provoked. And the people around me are only now reacting to what it means to be in prison and just said, one didn't hold back and soiled the place. Isn't that stained now? Maybe it could be a little dirtier.

Everyone present was glad that the prison painting could spare them, and they didn't dare to think about the operation anymore. Although a few people were still very unwilling in their hearts, they didn't dare to linger longer, and after looking back a few times, they reluctantly walked to the exit that no longer blocked them. Zhong Dafu and the three of them didn't dare to denounce it, the ninja had pain in his throat, and he supported his body and walked towards the exit.

At this moment, a crisp voice suddenly came from behind them: "Wait! ”

Everyone's footsteps were all stunned, cold sweat flowed down their backs, and they didn't even dare to turn their heads back, for fear that they would meet that demonic woman and cause some trouble.

"The brother who just spoke for me, please stay."

The short man in the crowd was stunned and looked back at the prison painting. Because he has never spoken disrespectfully about prison painting, he is the most frank in his heart. The queue was so long, and he was still at the back, and he guessed from the beginning that he wouldn't be able to get in line today. When Jun Wenkang said that these people couldn't do it, he was not surprised, and he also went out with everyone. Now the prison painting suddenly stopped him, and he didn't know what the prison painting was going to do, so he walked back in some surprise.

"Thank you for standing your ground while these people are gossiping. I just said that I want to stop the people outside, but not you. "I sincerely thank you.

"In fact, sometimes verbal harm is not less serious than direct harm. I myself have been subjected to malicious or unintentional slander, and I am well aware of that. You don't actually have to thank me, I just think they speak too frivolously and casually, very similar to those who have hurt me, so I subconsciously said those things. What's more......" He glanced back at Zhong Dafu and the three of them, and then looked back at Jun Wenkang, who was standing very straight behind the prison painting, but obviously looked at the head of the prison painting, and sighed lightly: "Hehe, in fact, you don't need help, and you don't need help very much." ”

At first, he thought that this person was good, and when he approached, he secretly took a good and evil talisman and secretly pasted it on his body. With this post, her sea of consciousness immediately sounded the evaluation of this person by the good and evil charms.

"There is a clear distinction between good and evil, righteousness, and fairness in his life, which is to save future generations."

This judgment made the prison painting almost laugh. That descendant of the Black Hades? How many years has the Black Hades been out of the world? Why is it tens of thousands of years? It's not easy to pass it on to this generation! Why did you meet her? This must be acquainted, and I will tease the black bun who is known as iron-faced and selfless in the future.

"It's not a question of whether you can help or not, it's a question of principles and bottom lines. I admire people like you. I think your ancestors must have been a great person who passed on this good quality to you. The person who said this was full of the black bun's angry face. I don't know what kind of mood and expression he will have when he sees his descendants. It's just, looking at this man's height, why do you feel that it doesn't look like a black bun? That guy wasn't short. This short, fat, short, and a little white man, I don't know how many other genes have been mixed into it, and it seems that he is not as strong as a black bun in all aspects except for his skin color.

"I'm ashamed." The short man smiled self-deprecatingly. "My surname is Bao, and my grandfather always said that our lineage is the descendants of Bao Zheng."

Prison Painting Heart: Yes, that's right, your grandfather and his old man are right!

But then the short man's words made the prison painting laugh: "But this is just a joke." My grandfather had Alzheimer's disease in his early years. Since then, the words have been reversed, and the words spoken have become more and more outrageous. Last time, he actually said that Bao Zheng gave him a dream, saying that my father

He was unfair, he lost his face, and let him beat my father severely. ”

Sao Nian, what your grandfather said is true! Prison painting said silently in his heart.

However, the short man still insisted on his opinion: "I know that this is my grandfather's condemnation of my father that remains in his memory. Even though he has Alzheimer's, he still remembers what his father did. It was an unsolvable knot in his heart. ”

Yo roar? Is there a story here? The prison painting did not squeak, and continued to listen to him with his ears sideways.

However, the short man probably felt that it was inconvenient for him to talk more about his family affairs with outsiders, so he quickly stopped the topic: "Don't talk about these bad things." But you've really won the prize. The reason why I say this is because I myself have been subjected to such verbal attacks on a regular basis, and I know how powerful this is. At that time, I thought that you were a girl who was attacked by them for no reason, and I thought of my own experience. I didn't expect these people to be of such low quality, and when they saw me talking, they would slander me at will, making it difficult for me to speak. ”

Speaking of which, the short man felt a little embarrassed. What those people said before was really ugly, and he was just angry at the time, but now he was embarrassed to say it alone in front of the prison painting.

Prison Painting didn't care, waved his hand and said, "Don't talk about this!" You're here today because you want to do lipos, right? ”

The short man nodded, "Yes." But I got to the back of the line, and I knew I was almost out of the line today. Originally, I wanted to wait to see the effect of the people in front of me, but I was so disturbed by them that I could only follow them out. After that, he glanced at Jun Wenkang behind the prison painting, his mouth was closed one by one, and he didn't make a sound, as if he wanted to say something but was embarrassed to speak.

Seeing this, he smiled and said, "Just say whatever you want." ”

The short man patted his stomach with an embarrassed expression: "Actually, it's nothing, I just want to inquire and listen to the truth." You can also see that I am all over my body, and I am not very tall. I heard that there was a master here who could shave people unscathed, so I hurried from out of town. But I'm not familiar with this place, and I don't know much about the situation...... You seem to be familiar with the hotel, do you know how effective this master is in shaving fat? If it does, I'm going to stay here for a while and see if I can get in line. If I can't do anything with my flesh, I can only go to the hospital for liposuction. ”

"100% valid, invalid refund." Prison Painting said with great certainty.

"Really?" The short man's eyes lit up. "It's secondary to whether I retreat or not, the key is that I came under a lot of pressure this time. I need liposuction in the shortest possible time. This is a very important thing for me, and if I say that I have done useless work, it will be a very big blow to me. ”

Hearing him say this, Prison Painting smiled: "Don't worry. I was going to give you a queue. For the sake of your ancestor is Bao Zheng's face, and the time is so urgent, I will be the first to do it for you today! ”

As soon as the words fell, the audience fell silent.

Those who were trying to escape from the exit suddenly stopped, opened their mouths wide one by one, and looked at the prison painting in disbelief.

"What did she just say? She was the first to do it for him? ”

"Yes, that's what I said!"

"In other words, she is the master who did the surgery?"

"How is that possible? That's a coincidence, isn't it? ”

"Are you stupid! It's not a coincidence at all! ”

"That's right! She appeared at the door of the King's Landing Hotel at this time, and she had such a means, if you want to say that she is the master, I believe it a million times! ”

"Oh my God! What the hell are we doing today?! ”

"Goddess, I am a descendant of Zheng Chenggong, can you also count me as one?"

"Your surname Zheng is the descendant of Zheng Chenggong? My surname is Qin or a descendant of Qin Shi Huang! ”

"Are you stupid? Qin Shi Huang's name is Yingzheng, not Qin! ”

"Then I haven't heard that you are a descendant of Zheng Chenggong after knowing you for so long!"

"My grandfather told my dad last night

Target! ”

"Didn't your grandfather die the year before last?"

"It's not okay to dream!"

For a while, a heated discussion broke out in the crowd. And Zhong Dafu, who had his vocal cords cut off, regretted that his intestines were blue. Especially Wei Ping. Why didn't she think that the person who made Liu Mei thinner was a prison painting? But when she went to ask Liu Mei, Liu Mei refused to say anything, only told her to go to Boss Jun. This kind of thing, as a best friend, shouldn't Liu Mei tell her as soon as possible?

Wei Ping, who was occupied by great regret and hatred, could no longer feel the pain of losing her vocal cords. In just a few days, she lost everything she was once proud of. A husband who can make money, a girlfriend for many years, and a figure that thinks he is very beautiful, all of these seem to have become ridiculous and intriguing after the appearance of prison paintings. Now thinking back to the past, she found that her husband Wen Cun was deliberately and disguised every time, and her best friend's praise was slightly sarcastic every time, and the evaluation of her figure by the people around her sounded like praise at first glance, but when she thought about it, she was laughing.

She lost everything, but she lost nothing. Because what she thought she had, she found out she never had.

What an irony!

The sun on a summer morning was so dazzling, and the sun on her fat body did not make a fat person like her feel unbearable heat, but like an ice pick, her heart fell into the ice cellar. The people around her, who she thought were on the same front as herself, were all scolding and scolding when they passed by her, and some even spat at her shoes to relieve the resentment in their hearts. And Zhong Dafu was holding another woman's hand all the way and running out, as if they were the couple in distress.

She was wrong! Tears of remorse flowed down her face and were evaporated by the sun before they could drip to the ground. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't make any more sounds.

At the same time, contrary to Wei Ping, Bao Wuying, who was called back by the prison painting, was pleasantly surprised.

"You...... You're the ...... The legendary master? Bao Wuying was so excited for a while that he couldn't even speak. He subconsciously thought that the prison painting was to thank him for what she said today and changed his mind, and what was in the face of his ancestors was regarded as a casual reason to say, and he automatically ignored it. As everyone knows, that is the real reason why prison painting changed his mind.

The prison painting waved his hand and said: "Don't be a high-ranking person, how can it be passed on like this?" My surname is prison. ”

Bao Wuying immediately changed his words and said, "Miss Prison! Thank you for giving me this opportunity! "His weight probably exceeded the weight that his heart could carry, and for a while his brain was dizzy, and the blood supply could not go up, so he fainted and almost fell to the ground.

Prison Painting hurriedly used his strength to prostrate, helped Bao Wuying up, and handed it to Jun Wenkang's men. The perspective charm I had just used was still effective, and I could clearly see that Bao Wuying's stressful heart was overloaded. At this time, his body had already developed many functional problems due to obesity.

"Carry him a bed. He was now too physically overloaded to move easily. We're doing it right here. The prison painting pointed to the gazebo in front of the King's Landing Hotel.

Jun Wenkang was taken aback: "Miss Prison, are you going to do it outside?" ”

"Yes." Prison Painting nodded seriously, then glanced at those who stood at the exit and hadn't left yet, and said to Jun Wenkang: "Those who haven't left can stay and take a look, so that they can know what they have missed." ”

Before, Jun Wenkang arranged a single room according to the requirements of prison painting, and everyone wanted to get acquainted with him through him, so he understood that prison painting wanted to keep his identity secret before. But now that he is suddenly going to make it public, and he has to do fat scraping in public, he can't understand it. However, he only followed Jun Fengtian's requirements and followed the requirements of the prison painting, so he did not hesitate to respond and handed over the arrangements to his subordinates.

Those who walked halfway to hear this, naturally they couldn't help but stay and watch the fun. They are really curious, what method did the prison paint use to extract human fat unscathed?