At night, in the prison of Rongping City, Tang San woke up slowly, opened his mouth and groaned.

After all, that black bead ape was quite ruthless.

Then Tang San felt a drop of liquid enter his mouth.

At the same time, Tang San smelled a smell and opened his eyes, a fat-headed and big-eared man was solving life's urgent matters in front of him, and next to his head was a wooden barrel.

Even, a few drops of sewage have already spilled out.

So, what just went into your mouth?

You've got a way to die!

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot in an instant, he was furious!

Just as Tang San was about to stand up and let this fat pig experience what Tang Menlang's anger was, he fell.

Because he's handcuffed quite tightly now.

Tang San looked at the wooden barrel that was getting closer and closer to him in horror, and wanted to use the Tang Sect's peerless ghost shadow to escape, but his struggle failed again.

Then, the entire cell was instantly filled with a peculiar smell, and at the same time, it was impossible for the people who were solving it to stop halfway through liberation, so the Tang God King really enjoyed a handful of heavenly rain this time.

Anyway, his mother was a grass, so it shouldn't be a bad thing for Tang San, right?

The obese man who is solving it is also frightened, it seems that next time he can't save trouble and has a lot of space, and he throws people next to the barrel, such a smelly cell, which is not comfortable for the fat man himself.

"Someone, someone!"

The fat man shouted heartbreakingly, as a wealthy businessman in the past, staying in this kind of cell is already the limit of tolerance, and now this cell is still full of smell, and he can't stand it anymore.

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In the bathroom, Tang San couldn't wait to rub his skin off, he had suffered a great humiliation for three lifetimes today!

In the first life, although he was only a low-level miscellaneous disciple of the Tang Sect, thanks to the good means of making secret weapons, the sect would not hand over the matter of grain reincarnation to him.

In the second life, it was even worse, he was the son of Haotian Douluo and the Blue Silver Emperor, even if he didn't have a good life in his childhood, he wouldn't suffer this kind of humiliation.

The Third Life hasn't been around for long, let alone yet.

Tang San swore that he would let that fat pig experience the pain of soul shattering once!

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a wolf howl that resounded through the heavens and the earth interrupted Tang San's anger, making him a little calmer while being startled.

There is no doubt that you are in prison, and the next thing is how to escape.

How to find Yu Xiaogang to escape?

It's just that I didn't expect Camelot to be so good at any farmer, and at the same time, this Camelot was too disgusting for Tang San.

Judging from Tang San's tens of thousands of years of experience as a god king, no matter how the country changes in the next tens of thousands of years, respect for the soul master is a must, how can this Camelot have no respect for the noble soul master!

Isn't it just a fight with a civilian, the civilians have no respect for the soul master, and if they are killed, they will be killed, at most the soul master will magnanimously let the civilians go, and in which era, which country, it is the soul master who takes advantage, and the civilians apologize and compensate for the soul master.

The weak respect the strong, fear the strong, this is the norm everywhere, how can you not do it Camelot.

Even if you are in Camelot now, you can't help yourself, isn't it just a fight on the street, and you didn't kill anyone, not to mention, you are the one who was injured.

Why doesn't this Camelot make any sense?

The more Tang San thought about it, the more angry he became, how did this Camelot look unpleasant, from top to bottom, it was a smell of autocracy and dictatorship, and there was no trace of freedom at all.

"Bang!"

"You've been washing long enough, this is not your noble mansion, let's go!"

The bathroom door was opened, and the jailer walked in, looking at Tang San with an unhappy expression.

He had just gone to the Soul Net to take a look, and the City Lord was fighting an unknown title in the air, which made him a little upset.

Of course, he can't be upset, it's a battlefield that he can't set foot in as a jailer, so let's put his eyes back in front of him first.

If it weren't for an accident, how could it be possible to open a bathroom alone for Tang San, a prisoner.

And this is still a prison under the Camelot regime, at least I am willing to treat the prisoner as a person, change to the prison of Tiandou in the past, the accident will be an accident, who cares about you, die in the prison and throw it into the mass grave, everything will be fine.

Of course, it was impossible for the previous Heaven Dou Prison to shut down the soul master.

As for the cell environment, it's a bit poor, there's no way, isn't it not long before Camelot was founded, and there is more infrastructure to be rebuilt, and the prison is a place where scum is kept, a little later.

Tang San looked at this jailer with a fierce glint in his eyes, a little jailer dared to say this to him.

Death Warning!

At the same time, as long as you kill this jailer, you can escape from prison!

Thinking like this, the soul power on Tang San's body had already risen.

The jailer looked at Tang San's appearance, and a sneer appeared on his face, if he was unhappy, he would directly hit the prisoner, it was not allowed now, but if the prisoner made the first move, then this anger could come out.

It's no wonder that when this prisoner was sent in, the warden specifically said that this boy was a soul master, and he was still a soul master with a not very good brain.

Just this mad dog behavior that is ready to do it at any time, no one believes him if he is in a normal mind, right?

Thinking like this, a different style of lines appeared on the jailer's forehead that was different from that of the strong man on the street, and at the same time, a soul beast appeared next to the jailer that was not easy to mess with at first glance.

Tang San's ascending soul power fell silent, how could this Camelot be able to beat him by any person!

Seeing that Tang San didn't have a follow-up action, but instead began to dress honestly, a look of disappointment appeared on the jailer's face, it turned out that he knew how to admit it even if he didn't have a good brain.

Immediately afterward, the jailer put Tang San back on the ankle bracelet and escorted him to another room that was obviously interrogated.

Then the jailer left, but on the way the jailer was still muttering about the scene he had just seen in the bathroom.

"No, even if it's a newborn boy, it shouldn't be that small."

'Does a bad brain still affect development?' ’

The jailer left with questions about the development of the human body, and Tang San's interrogation had just begun.

"Name, gender, age."

On the opposite side, a stern-faced, knightly man in knight's armor began to interrogate.

"Tang San, male, age eleven years old."

Tang San didn't dare to play any tricks this time, he just answered honestly, because he felt the aura of the serious man in front of him, and it was even more difficult to mess with.

"Camelot calendar, on the day of X year X month X, you had a quarrel with my Camelot citizen XXX because you asked for directions and did not know how to be polite, and then you had a murderous intention, intending to take XXX's life."

Tang San couldn't help it at this moment, interrupting the serious man's speech.

"But the injured me and the teacher, the vegetable farmer did not suffer any harm, you can't be unreasonable!"

The serious man who had been interrupted looked at Tang San in surprise.

"It's not a question of who gets hurt or not, it's a question of you making the first move.

"I think you're also a soul master, you should understand that the one who makes the first move is still aiming for someone else's life, and it's not wrong for others to kill you.

"What's more, if people let you go, you're a bit of a mess.

"As a soul master, your education should not be low, why don't you even understand this truth.

"Like a street ruffian."

Tang San was furious again, he was the son of the dignified Haotian Douluo, the future God King! How dare you say that he is like a ruffian!

You have the ...... to die.

He didn't say it, because he saw the strange lines on the forehead of the serious man.