"Da~Da~"

In the corridor outside, clear footsteps sounded, slightly cluttered, and apparently there were quite a few people.

The footsteps were getting closer, and they were approaching their side.

Cordton was shocked.

He was on the alert, and with a slight twitch of his fingers, the strange piece of iron in Cord's hand miraculously vanished, and in the blink of an eye, it was back inside the lining of the clothes on his chest.

"Click!"

With the astringent sound of the sturdy iron lock opening, the door to the cell beside Cord was suddenly pushed open.

This is not uncommon, and Cord relaxed, his face was not flustered, he was very calm, and looked at the door of the cell with a little smile.

However.

Standing at the gate of the cell was not the indifferent old jailer who used to deliver food, but the gloomy face of Wanyan Moro and his two men who pushed open the door and entered.

Wanyan Moro's face had a ruthless look that he didn't disdain to hide at all, and a pair of eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were full of tyranny that was about to explode, like a poisonous snake that began to spit out fangs and venom!

"How so?! It's broken!"

Cord's smile froze, and his heart suddenly chuckled, and his face suddenly changed.

Celder stood up against the wall suddenly, his body tensed tensed, his eyes fixed on the three of them in front of him.

In the face of these murderers, he wanted to see the old jailers who delivered the food again, although they had always been cold-spoken and did not have a good face.

"Wanyan Moro!How could it be you?! What about the jailers who deliver the meal?!"

Cold's face was ugly, and his mouth was questioning, and the ten fingers of his hands clung tightly to the solid wall behind him, trying to find some support.

Then, the cold, hard walls didn't give the frightened Cord even the slightest sense of security at the moment, only made him more nervous.

For Cord's question, Wanyan Moro was not interested in answering at all, but slowly approached, looking at Cord's gaze in front of him, as if looking at a dead man!

At this time, Cold's face was tense, his expression was flustered, and he was extremely nervous.

When the wind was released yesterday, the injuries left by the fight with people had not yet recovered, and Cord's nose and face were swollen, somewhat asymmetrical, and the corners of his eyes were swollen like peaches, and he looked very embarrassed.

Wanyan Moro liked to do the slow persecution of these slaves when they were terrified.

In particular, when he saw these people finally have a mental breakdown and wail in despair, and then end their lives, Wanyan Moro will have a great perverted pleasure, and his heart will be fully satisfied.

The three of them slowly approached, and Cord slowly leaned against the wall and retreated.

"Wanyan Moro, don't go too far! It's lunch time, and the jailers of the Black Prison will come over at any time, and it won't benefit anyone if the matter gets bigger!"

Sweet stepped back slowly, his mind racing, trying to figure out how to get out.

He was still talking loudly, delaying time, mainly to arouse the jealousy of Wanyan Moro and the others.

"Someone!!"

"Someone! Are all the jailers dead?!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the three of them were not paying attention, Cord shouted loudly outside, trying to attract the guards of this prison.

However, there was no response, but the slave inmates in the other cells were alarmed and noticed the anomaly here, and the noise outside became more and more noisy.

"Haha, let's call slowly!"

"Fear!"

Wanyan Moro's face was full of mockery and banter, and the two fierce slave men behind him rubbed their hands together, their eyes showing a fierce light.

As for Cord's shout calling for the jailer, Wanyan Moro did not have the slightest concern.

He had already bought off all the old jailers in this prison in advance to deliver food here, and sent his slave prisoners to help deliver food to each cell.

As for the conflicts and disputes between slaves that occurred during this period, these guards and jailers ignored them for the time being, and they were bound to be "long overdue".

By then, everything will already be settled!

By this time, Cold's heart had completely sunk.

The old jailer outside was completely nowhere to be seen, and he didn't get the slightest response, which made him already have a guess in his heart.

Looking at the three Wanyan Moro with a sinister smile in front of him, Weld felt chills.

"Calm down! Calm down! What to do!"

The fist clenched several times and then released, and there was even some despair in Cord's heart.

There is nowhere to run!

"These bastards, what are you arguing about!"

"Huh, Cold, did you bring lunch?!"

But at this moment, the bearded inmate, who had been sleeping on the dirty bed on his side, was woken up by the movement just now, turned over and cursed.

The beard was still a little confused, his nose twitched, and he sniffed carefully, feeling as if he smelled the aroma of food, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Cold.

Cord's face turned bitter and ignored him.

The beard was a little strange, and he turned his face away from Cold's gaze, and his body froze suddenly.

On the other side, Wanyan Moro was expressionless, and the two fierce slave men behind him were staring at the bearded man sitting up with bad intentions.

Recognized the person, and the bearded man suddenly sobered up.

He panicked in his heart, and barely squeezed out an ugly smile on his rough face, revealing a mouth full of big yellow teeth.

There was a mixture of panic, panic, pretense of composure and flattery.

"Eat, eat, go back to Lao Tzu's saliva!"

"I'll let you eat!"

The bearded cellmate pursed his lips and looked flattering, and he was about to say something, when a strong slave man standing behind Wanyan Moro was already a little impatient.

Scolding dryly, the strong slave man had already waved his arms and smashed the two sturdy black and yellow nests he was holding in his hands into the bearded man's face.

"Hahahaha!"

"Coward!!"

Seeing the bearded man's smashed teeth grinning but not daring to resist at all, this fierce slave man couldn't help but laugh arrogantly.

"Get out!"

Wanyan Moro frowned slightly, didn't even look at the beard on the other side, and let out a low voice in his mouth.

Hearing this, the bearded man who had been sitting stiffly on the bed shook his spirit, as if he was about to be amnestied, and his face couldn't help but be happy.

"Yes, yes, I'll get out. ”

He hurriedly jumped out of the messy bed, not daring to complain, not daring to put on shoes, and was about to run out with his bare and stinking feet.

Before leaving, the beard stopped again.

After carefully glancing at Yan Moluo, the bearded man hesitated slightly, and then reached out to quickly pick up the two nest heads scattered on the ground, and put them in his arms, and then he hurriedly ran out.

The funny and wimply appearance of the beard caused a burst of sneers from Wanyan Moro's two subordinates.

The dark, cramped cell fell silent, leaving only Cord and Wanyan Moro.

In the center of the three of them, Wanyan Moro hugged his arms and stared coldly at the "pig" waiting to be slaughtered in front of him.

The two strong slave prisoners' subordinates no longer concealed it, and each pulled out a simple but extremely sharp iron spike from his waist, which they had obviously carefully polished.

With a bloodthirsty glint in their eyes, the two strong slave men played with the dangerous iron spikes in their hands and walked towards Cord with a sinister smile.

Cord has been cornered!

In a desperate situation, I can only swear to the death.

Cord's eyes were firm, his body slowly tensed, and every muscle was accumulating strength, desperately mustering up courage.

In such a critical situation, Cord became more and more calm and flexible.

"Why isn't there any movement from Berg?"

Candle was uneasy, and he realized that something was wrong.

It stands to reason that such a big movement, the two Bergs, who live in a nearby cell, should have already noticed it.

Could it be that Wanyan Moro is looking for more than just his own trouble!

"Berg, Green, be careful!

As if to confirm his thoughts.

"Who are you?! Bastard!"

Before Calder's warning could be heard, the roars of Berg and Green, as well as the chaotic and fierce fighting, were already ringing in the cell next door.

The battle next door was fierce, but it ended very quickly.

In the small cell next door, five or six strong tattooed slave men had already invaded, filling the already small cell.

At this moment, the fierce fight is over.

The ground was full of dirt and hay.

Berg spat red blood from his mouth, and was held down and lay on the ground, and a strong man with flower arms stomped on his skull.

Berg yelled in humiliation, but was held down by two or three slave men, unable to move.

At the same time, two sharp spikes.

One against his waist, while the other was pressed against Berg's neck, the sharp, cold light that kept him from moving.

On the other side, Green was also ragged and bruised, and was very embarrassed to be held down by the two fierce slave men with their arms reversed.

"Yesterday, who injured my brother?"

The strong, flower-armed man removed his foot from the top of Berg's head, kicked him again, looked at the two men on the ground, and asked his companions around him.

This sturdy man with flower arms is named Guchao, and it is the brother of the slave man who was scratched by Grimm yesterday with the secret technique of "monkey stealing peaches".

Gu Chao's face didn't have much of a grim expression, but his heart was already full of anger, and after his younger brother was carried back yesterday, he trembled and wailed, and he couldn't take care of himself until now.

He soon got an answer.

Walking slowly towards Grimm, who was pressed to the ground, the Nest crouched down, grabbed Grimm by the hair, and pulled his head up roughly.

"You're the bastard, my brother who hurt you?!"

The Ancient Nest stared at Green, still smiling on his face, but in the depths of his eyes was a cold and chilling one.

The two strong slave men who had been controlling Green pressed Green at this time, reached out and forcibly pulled Green's hands out, stuck their wrists, and pressed them to the ground.

The corners of Green's eyes were red, he had a premonition of something, and his mouth wanted to roar, but he was stuffed with something and couldn't make a sound, so he could only struggle frantically.

"A bunch of bastards!

Berg struggled and roared, he tried to stand up and save Green, but was controlled by the two tattooed slave men beside him.

After a futile struggle, in exchange for a ferocious heart-warming kick, Berg couldn't help but spurt out another mouthful of blood.

The ancient nest's eyes were vicious and terrifying, and he took a shiny spike from one of his companions next to him.

Looking at the sharp edge of the spikes in his hand, the ancient nest gently slapped one side of Green's face with his hand a few times, and asked a sad question in his mouth.

"Come, now tell me, which hand did you use at the time?"

"Woo~~Woo!"

Green screamed mutteringly.

The fierce light flashed in Gu Chao's eyes, the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, he didn't plan to listen to Green's answer at all!

The sharp spike in his hand flipped in an instant, slashing through a cold arc, and the ancient nest had already stabbed down!

The extremely sharp iron spike was only slightly blocked, and it easily penetrated the flesh and blood on the back of the hand, completely piercing the entire palm of Green's hand!

Even the tip of the cold spike that pierced Green's palm sank deep into the ground below, and the iron spike was straight to the sky.

"Ah!!h

Green's pupils constricted instantaneously.

His bloodshot eyes bulged, his face was extremely distorted, and his mouth whimpered and screamed in pain!

Green's body stiffened slightly, his body instantly bent like a prawn, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead, dripping as if he didn't want money.

Immediately, the great pain made him struggle frantically, his hands bent like eagle talons, clutching the ground tightly, still trembling.

This intense painful struggle of human instinct.

Even the two strong tattooed slave men exerted their strength together, holding down Green's arms, which was a little difficult to control. You have to find the latest chapters by yourself to read books?