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The black-faced god, who had always had two iron egg-like eyes, moved his ears, obviously noticing the movement outside the cell for a long time, and now he heard it more clearly.

"Someone's coming," the black-faced god said in his characteristic urn-like voice, looking down at Bai Qian, just in time to meet his upward gaze.

"Well, if nothing else, it should be that the cave master sent someone to rob the prison. Bai Qian said slowly without surprise, and this was indeed what he said right.

"Ah, it turned out to be the cave master, I thought it was white, and you and I would stay in this big city for the rest of my life. The black-faced god replied, he has always believed whatever the poor said.

"Heh, what do you idiots know, that is, if the cave master doesn't come to save us, as long as the cave master's plan succeeds, we can get out, but we can't get out, and we can't stay in this huge prison for the rest of our lives. Bai Qiao's words sounded like mockery, but there was no hint of mockery, just like an old friend's chattering.

"Oh, Bai Poor, why won't we be locked up for the rest of our lives. The black-faced god asked curiously.

"Because, you will be killed. After Bai Qian said these words coldly, he didn't say more, and the sound of weapons colliding outside and the sound of armor rubbing was getting closer and closer.

Soon, the first thing that appeared in front of the two of them was the armor of the giant prison guards, but there were not many left, but there were still dozens of people desperately resisting, struggling to survive.

"you, you bear. The knife-carrying prisoner wiped the neck of the last person in front of him, and said very happily, obviously a grievance in these days, and he was particularly excited.

The guards of this Pinghe giant prison opened their eyes wide, and took one last look at the surrounding environment, as if with nostalgia, they slowly fell to the ground, so far, all the guards of the giant prison are dead, no one is still alive, not even a single one ran out to report the news.

On the other hand, on the side of the homeless, although they are all masters, there are not many left, but there are only a dozen or twenty people, and the number of bandits released from the cell is still about the same.

"The key is the second-to-last on the very edge, on the guard with flowers on his armor. The moment the battle stopped, the voice of Bai Qi sounded in the entire silent dark prison, not like a prisoner, but like a strategist who commanded Ruo.

As soon as he heard this voice, the prisoner who was released noticed that the one who was locked up in the prison was black like an iron winter melon, which was easy for everyone to ignore, and only then did he exclaim in his heart: It turned out to be him.

The black-faced god, who was like an iron tower, was still wrapped in chains made of black nut iron, and the appearance of being dragged into the prison by dozens of guards was still vivid, which naturally surprised these vicious criminals.

It's normal to think about it carefully, only with such a character will someone make a lot of effort to rob the prison.

Bai Qian's words blocked back the words that the leader of the homeless people was about to ask, and the leader took a few steps forward, and the key was indeed found on the body of the person in Bai Qian's mouth.

The locks that imprisoned the black-faced god and the white poor were unusual, and the key was particularly unique, and the leader fiddled with it for a while without opening it.

At this moment, Bai Qiang stood up in the prison and stretched out the palm of his fair right hand out of the prison: "Give it to me." ”

Hearing this, the leader no longer fiddled with the lock, pulled out the key and put it in Bai Qian's palm, after Bai Qian held the key and observed, in less than five breaths, he heard three clicks, the lock opened in response, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Then, Bai Qian held the key in his hand, walked to the side of the iron winter melon, and opened the heavy black nut iron chain wrapped around his body.

As soon as the chains clicked softly, Tie Donggua couldn't wait to stand up, and this one was almost against the ceiling of the cell, which instantly made the gloomy cell even darker, and everyone outside the cell felt that the sky was covered with the sun.

"Hahaha, I've finally gotten rid of the layers of iron snake skin on my body. The black-faced god laughed loudly in his mouth, and the sound of the urn seemed to shake off the wall, and his whole body trembled, and the sound of jingling bells became one, and the chains of the black hammer fell to the ground, and at the same time he said: "Comfortable, really comfortable." ”

"Gone, bastard. Bai Qian slapped him, slapped on the waist of the black-faced god and said, at this height, Bai Qian fanned up easily, but he didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of breaking his wrist.

"Okay, let's go. As soon as the black-faced god was excited, he rushed forward, he didn't even bother to drill the prison door, and hit the guardrail of the prison door directly, only to hear a loud bang, and the black-faced god retreated, and the iron prison did not move.

"You idiot, the prison is also made of black hammer iron. Bai Qian said angrily and with a smile.

The black-faced god who reacted nodded innocently, touched the back of his head, and after standing still, he twisted his head, turned sideways, and clicked all over, so he had no choice but to honestly drill towards the prison door.

"What a fool. The white poor behind him watched this scene, sighed in a low voice, and walked out of the cell door with a straight body.

"Congratulations to the two envoys on their release from prison and wish them a new lease of life. The leader of the homeless people stepped forward and stumbled two words of blessing.

Bai Qian waved his hand and said indifferently: "Okay, don't say it if you don't know it, hurry up and go out." ”

After saying this, the leader of the exiles commanded the few remaining men, turned and led the way out, these prisoners ran faster, it was too oppressive to stay by the black iron.

Naturally, going out was much faster than when I came, still ignoring the desperate cries of those people in front of me, it took only two sticks of incense, everyone walked out of the huge prison, and there was still no sign of Pinghe's soldiers coming to help in the distance.

Bai Qian stood in front of the giant prison, took a deep breath, and slowly spit it out and said, "The air outside the cell is really fresh. The people around didn't think that there was anything new in the bloody air.

"Thank you for your rescue this time, let's leave it at that. "The man who spoke was the same group of prisoners who had been sitting in his cell and offering advice to the homeless.

"Let's go?" After Bai Qi breathed comfortably, he glanced at the man coldly, and asked rhetorically.

"What's the matter, you still want to keep me, but you can't wait. The strong man who was still carrying the knife raised his head and said without being scared, and he also carried the knife on his shoulder, and drops of red blood dripped down.

As soon as these words fell, Bai Qiao's eyes froze, and he said softly: "Okay, fool, this person is leaving, you give him a ride." ”

Before Cheng finished speaking, the big palm of the iron winter melon fan grabbed it, just like picking peaches, and gently and skillfully took the head of the man carrying the knife from his neck, threw it back, snapped, and smashed it on the wall of the giant prison, smashed it to pieces, red blood stains mixed with white bone slag, forming a round pool on the wall, leaving the body without a head in place and slowly falling.

The whole process was just a blink of an eye, and the man with the knife didn't even have time to react before he turned his head differently.

"Also, who is leaving?" Bai Qian glanced around coldly, and then said, "I'm tired to give him a ride." ”