"I see! The Divine Dao of this heaven and earth was born in response to the appearance of the Immortal Dao and the Demon Clan, not only is the system incomplete, but the rank of the god is also quite casual (chaotic). Later, I will have to personally send a green chapter up, and let the main body secretly send the gods of the heavenly court to descend to replace (fuse and prey) the gods of this heaven and earth. ”

The little beggar walked around the inner prison, found no conspicuous figures, and returned to his prison barn, and entered it by the same way, the process was very easy, just like returning to his own home.

Several inmates saw him coming and going freely, remembered Li Xuan's various methods, and hurriedly avoided it, giving way to the wooden bed covered with thick hay, but he was either lying or sitting on the ground.

The little beggar thought about Qingzhang, looked around and didn't find any useful paper, squinted his eyes and pondered for a moment, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, picked up a handful of hay and straightened it, and knitted it according to the warp and weft.

Serious prisoners, including Xiashan Hu Yan Sen, saw the new prison tyrant's actions, thinking that he was idle and bored, and had nothing to do, but he never expected that the palm-sized "straw mat" would grow and expand rapidly at a speed visible to the eye.

It wasn't until the straw mat was the size of a futon that the little beggar stopped, rested the long and short grass stalks around him, looked at it carefully, put it under his buttocks, shook his body from side to side, and sat down on the folds until he was flat, then got up slightly and took it out.

Ordinary people write green chapters, mostly in a beautiful style, neat and neat, and gorgeous rhetoric. There was someone above Li Xuan, holding a "straw mat" in his left hand, biting the tip of the middle finger of his right hand, forcing out a little blood, and writing a few big characters on it.

"People are stupid, there is a lot of money, come quickly"

After the six-character green chapter was written, the little beggar held up a mat and placed it in the sunshine, silently reciting the words, and others didn't know what he was reading.

In a trance, the straw mat spontaneously combusted for no reason, rising green smoke, quite spiritually volleyed the words, it was Li Xuanfang who wrote the six, and then a light breeze blew, blowing away the smoke and words, through the gap of the air window, and went straight to the sky.

People who know the inside story, spontaneously combust and know Li Xuan's interests, can actually write a green chapter, and can send it to the sky. People who don't know still think that the little beggar wants to smoke people, especially the cellmates who were born as heroes in the rivers and lakes, are far away from him, for fear of being harmed again.

After doing all this, Li Xuan was idle again, lying on the wooden bed covered with hay, silently carrying qi and blood, and reconciling the overly vigorous water valley essence in his body - all of them were gluttonies for grabbing his inner prison mates and nourishing his body.

It didn't take long for the prison of Shaoxing County Ya to have lunch, due to the layers of exploitation by Si Cang, prison officials, janitors, gangsters and others, the three meals of rice, which were originally enough to eat, fell into the mouths of the prisoners.

Of course, if there is money and silver to bribe the jailers, even if the convicts and felons can eat a lot of wine and meat as usual, as long as they don't make too much publicity, the county officials and the jailers will turn a blind eye and treat it as if they didn't see anything.

After all, they can all get their own share of the benefits on the prisoners, although the little bit is small, but it is better than the long stream, and the endless flow, why not do it?

Xiashan Tiger Yan Sen is a person with a way, there are many ways outside, plus he has a generous hand, and he gives money to buy the jailer, even if he is in the deepest part of the inner prison, there are people who bring food boxes in.

The little beggar smelled a foul smell, and couldn't help twitching his nose, because he offended the stove king, he messed up the five flavors of his tongue, and even his nose was a little bad, but it belonged to the taste of rice wine, and he could still distinguish it.

"What do I smell? Huadiao wine stewed pork belly! It's a pity, there is no red sugar in it, and the pork belly has not been fried too widely, maybe it is soft and crispy, and it will melt in the mouth, and the color will inevitably have some fly in the ointment, which is unsatisfactory!"

When Yan Sen, the tiger of the lower mountain, heard this, he immediately suddenly realized, understood, and couldn't help but secretly wonder: "Now this little brother is the boss of the warehouse." It should be me who honors his old man and deliberately says the quality of this hard dish, which seems to be gluttonous, but I am embarrassed to ask for it. Caring for my own skin and cherishing my own feathers may be the weakness of this beggar brother, and let me test it, so that I can accumulate affection and suffer less in the future. ”

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"Hero ......"

Yan Sen, the downhill tiger who had suffered a lot, knelt on his knees, held the food box high with both hands, and looked like he took the initiative to surrender and beg for mercy.

Just now, he was still thinking about how to handle the little brother of the beggar gang, but now he keenly felt the killing intent, and wished that he had a dog's tail, which shook and swayed vigorously to show his loyalty.

Li Xuan saw his thoughts, snorted coldly, and reprimanded: "You are attentive." It's a pity that after I became a small cultivator, I quit grains and meat, otherwise my skills will regress. Besides, such a high-quality Huadiao stewed meat will fool unsuspecting outsiders, who dares to bring it out in a serious restaurant and restaurant, see if I don't break their legs!"

Yan Sen, the tiger who went down the mountain, thought that the little beggar was polite, and on the surface he pretended not to accept it, so he had to ask and refuse three times before he accepted it, so he held the food box high again: "Hero...... The grain of rice is not entered, the drip does not stick, and the body can't stand it. You're welcome, feel free to eat a little, and it's good to pad your stomach. ”

Li Xuan saw through the mood of the former prison tyrant at a glance, held the iron cane in his right hand, and gently knocked on the wooden bed: "Take it, take it." Didn't you bring your ears just now? If you eat meat and meat, my skills will regress! You still want to persuade me to eat, but your skin is itchy again, right?"

Seeing that the look on the little beggar's face did not seem to be fake, Yan Sen secretly said that he was unlucky, and quickly got up, bowed and retreated, and returned to his new seat.

In fact, it is not an easy thing to be able to eat and drink well in the county government prison, the old man surnamed Yan is taken care of, and three dishes and one soup are considered good treatment.

With so much wine, meat and food, he couldn't eat it alone, so he tried his best to give it to other inmates, and because of this kindness, even the original prison bully Yan Sen was not too embarrassed.

The second is the pink butterfly Wang Lei, who sent in all the pastries and snacks, with a slight aroma of fat powder, and I don't know which little lady he has been harmed by, and he knows how to make up for the overnight fee, and I don't know if he picks flowers, or flowers and plants swagger him to pick.

When Li Xuan saw such a scene, he immediately understood why these people who were in the inner prison were full of energy and full of essence in their bodies, and sighed secretly: "The world is going down, and people's hearts are not ancient!"

I didn't know it just now, the little beggar can start, but now I don't know each other if I don't fight, but Li Xuan can't do anything to open the knife with his fellow inmates, and he thinks that his stomach is empty, and he really needs to eat because he is supported by the water valley essence captured by the gluttonous insects.

"Which prison doesn't have unjust ghosts who died in vain? Why don't I open the altar and cast spells, and sacrifice a few five ghosts who can carry the art to come out. ”