"I am. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Yan Long replied.

The fat master nodded, and then said to the kitchen manager in Yan Long's area: "Brother Zhang, I don't have enough manpower over there, and I want to borrow someone from you to help kill the fish." ”

Brother Zhang is the boss of the general prisoner's dining area, although he is also a prisoner, but because he is in charge of the number one hundred and ten, he usually looks like 25800000. Now after listening to the fat cook's words, I was not happy for a moment, and only listened to him: "Why do you come to our side to ask for someone in your important prisoner's dining area?......!"

Before Brother Zhang finished speaking, the fat chef had already cut off his words loudly and said, "It was Manager Pang who ordered me to come and ask for someone, Brother Zhang, go and tell him!"

As soon as he heard that it was the person who was asked for by the head of the kitchen of the entire Imperial Prison, Brother Zhang suddenly wilted, and he muttered: "Okay, okay, who do you want, you can take it away yourself, I feel upset when I look at it!"

So, the fat chef said to Yan Long: "You come with me!"

Yan Long asked, "Who are you, and where am I going to work?"

The fat chef smiled honestly: "My name is Wang Song, you go with me to the fish cutting area in another district to kill fish, there are not enough people there." ”

Yan Long didn't speak again, he left the vegetable sink and followed Wang Song.

After a while, he was assigned by Wang Song to work next to a pool where he killed fish.

After passing through several ramps around and eight bends, in a separate room, I saw fish bones and fish internal organs floating in the pool of blood, and the smell of fishy smell rushed to the nostrils.

Wang Song said to Yan Long: "You are here to kill fish." With that, he pointed to a few baskets of dead fish beside the pool, and then handed Yan Long a rusty knife.

Yan Long looked at the knife, and saw that the blade and the back of the knife were covered with rust, and it was estimated that using this knife to kill fish was similar to picking with his fingers.

The fish are very small, and when held in the hand, it is like holding an egg, and the entrails of these fish are like carving a flower on the yolk.

If one is not careful, a fish slips and is about to fall into the pond.

The rusty knife in Yan Long's hand stabbed and had already pierced the fish on the blade.

At this moment, the fat master, who had been watching him kill the fish from the side, suddenly showed a flexibility that did not match his body shape at all. The fat master also had a knife in his hand, but his knife was not used to kill fish, nor was it used to cut meat, his footsteps slipped, and he slipped to Yan Long's back like a swimming fish, and directly chopped Yan Long's head with a knife.

He is as skilful as he is when he cuts sashimi.

The knife book in the fat master's hand, the blade is polished to shine, there is not even a little gap, when using it, with the wrist force, at a glance you know that it is a good hand with a knife.

The blade is about to cut into the muscles on the back of Yan Long's neck!

Wang Song's eyes were full of pleasure, he knew that when Yan Long's neck blood was shot out, it would also be sprinkled into the dirty water that washed the dead fish, and even the corpse could be mixed in it, and then just report the cause of drowning death, anyway, this kind of example has long been common.

However, with a "bang", the fish cutting knife did not cut into Yan Long's neck!

Because it was blocked by a rusty knife.

Wang Song's face changed drastically, he immediately changed his move, held the handle of the knife back, and the tip of the knife went downward, straight towards Yan Long's back.

His technique is fast and smooth, and if you don't look at what he's wearing, just look at his knife skills, no one will think he's just a chef.

The tip of the "bell" knife was once again blocked by the rusty fish-killing knife.

Wang Song was anxious, his wrist flicked, and the fish-cutting knife conjured into a piece of knife light, and where the knife light passed, it seemed that even the air was cut off.

This piece of sword light is shrouded in Yan Long's back, and the vital point behind his head, as long as any place is stained by the sword light, it will inevitably be a catastrophe.

It's a pity that no matter how sharp his sword light is, it can't break through the defense line laid by Yan Long's rusty knife, no matter which direction he slashes through, it must be the rusty blade that stands in front of the blade.

Wang Song became more and more panicked, and after he slashed out a knife, with the force of the two knives colliding, he slid backwards and fled towards the door of the fish room.

When he was about to reach the door, Yan Long was already in front of him.

Before his knife could be raised, the knife in Yan Long's hand had already pierced the skin at the center of his eyebrows, and as long as he stabbed one more point, it would be to smash the skull and break through the Yintang acupoint.

Wang Song looked at Yan Long, his whole body stiffened, and he said hatefully: "You are really powerful, I was careless." ”

Yan Long said coldly: "Do you mean that if you are not careless, you can kill me?"

Wang Song's oily face no longer had his usual honest expression, and at this time it was replaced by perseverance and toughness, and he said: "My skills are not as good as others, there is nothing to complain about, you can kill me." ”

"If I were going to kill you, you'd have died at least a dozen times by the fish pond just now. Why should I wait until now? Yan Long put away the knife and said lightly.

"I'm going to kill you, but you don't kill me. A look of surprise flashed in Wang Song's eyes, there is no such thing as forgiving and forgiving in the edict prison, because people with this kind of benevolent spirit have already died.

Yan Long replied without asking: "If I remember correctly, you have already come to our Qianzi No. 9 warehouse at least three times to deliver food! ”

Wang Song didn't know what Yan Long meant by these words, so he didn't answer.

Suddenly, Yan Long shot again, Wang Song didn't even react at all, the rusty knife stabbed into Wang Song's neck at once, if it was half an inch deeper, his throat would definitely be cut.

Blood flowed down the blade of the rusty knife. Wang Song's deep body muscles suddenly tensed, although he was not afraid of death, but when facing death, his body would still reflexively retreat.

"Did Ran Tianci ask you to kill me?" Yan Long asked.

Wang Song sneered.

Yan Long said: "That's right, Ran Tianci is the one who wants me to die the most, but I know that you were not sent by him." ”

Wang Song had a look of surprise in his eyes.

"I don't want to kill you. The current knife is just trying to tell you. A person as stable as Ran Tianci would never find someone as weak as your martial arts to kill me. Yan Long said coldly.

Wang Song gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to kill, you will kill, why are you so verbose like an old woman?"

"Is Zheng Donghe your friend or your junior brother?" Yan Long stared at Wang Song's eyes and said firmly: "Your knife techniques are all unique, and you must be a teacher." ”

The fat master closed his mouth and did not speak.

Yan Long suddenly sighed and said, "If you don't say it, forget it, but it was Zheng Donghe who came to kill me first, and I hurt him, and if you really want to find trouble, you should go to Ran Tianci, not me!" With that, he put away the rusty knife, turned around, and walked towards the door of the fish room.

At this moment, the door of the fish room was opened, and the kitchen steward Pang walked in, and as soon as he came in, he yelled at the fat master: "Wang Song, what are you doing here? Are the dishes of the bosses in the various warehouses ready?" After the steward finished yelling, he saw Yan Long, "Huh", and then scolded: "What are you and what are you here for?"

"I'm here to kill the fish. Yan Long said lightly.

"Get out, get out, get out!" Steward Pang yelled impatiently.

"Yes. Yan Long immediately walked out of the fish room.

The fat master Wang Song was stunned on the spot when he saw that Yan Long not only let him go, but also did not reveal that he was going to kill him.

At this time, Steward Pang stepped forward and slapped him, which made Wang Song stunned, Wang Song hurriedly said with a smile: "Manager Pang, the work of killing fish here has been delayed for a while, and the other dishes, the small ones, will be prepared immediately, and they will be good soon, and they will be good soon." He laughed as he followed Yan Long out of the fish room.

The two of them went back to the big kitchen one after the other.

Seeing the opportunity when there was no one around, Yan Long said to Wang Song: "What happened just now, I don't want to have a next time, otherwise everyone will be unhappy, including your brother Zheng Donghe." ”

Wang Song sighed and said: "You are ruthless enough! Don't mess with him, it's none of his business, it's my own idea to kill you." I just want to vent for him. ”

"Don't come and kill me again, I just want to live, and I don't have any other thoughts. Yan Long pointed at Wang Songdao, and said, he looked at Wang Song and spread his hands.

Wang Song asked puzzledly, "What?"

"Where am I going to work, Chef, didn't you ask me to come over and help with the cooking?" Yan Long said helplessly.

"Oh," Wang Song patted his head and said suddenly, "This way, please." Then he led Yan Long to work in the dining area of important prisoners.

......

From early morning to noon, there was no breakfast, no rest, and the hands and feet were a little sluggish and they were subjected to the clubs of the overseers. Yan Long had also squatted in the Black Prison in his previous life, but he could only say that compared to the Imperial Prison, those places were considered heaven.

As a reward for their work, each prisoner who helped in the kitchen received an extra piece of boiled radish than those who stayed in the cell!

- A yellow and clear "white" radish the size of a tofu cube and cooked as thin as cow dung!

As long as you are not blind, you can see how unpalatable this kind of thing is, but the fat man Wang Song eats it very deliciously.

Maybe Yan Long spared his life, but the fat man Wang Song was not wary of Yan Long.

After finishing his work, Yan Long hid alone in a corner where no one was eating. Wang Song also leaned over.

After chatting about some nonsense that was more boring than boiled water, Yan Long picked the white radish in his bowl to Wang Song, Wang Song raised his oily face and said thank you, and then asked Yan Long: "Don't you like to eat? I don't think you use a spoon much, you can't do it in the edict like this, you will starve to death." ”

Yan Long pursed his lips and said, "Can you eat so well at every meal?"

"Otherwise, what else can I do? I have to do so much work, and I will have to send fish to Ran Tianci and these bosses later!" Wang Song muttered as he ate.

"Ran Tianci's meals are delivered by you?" Yan Long asked.

"Well, almost, except for breakfast, I'm basically the one who delivers everything else. Wang Song said.

Yan Long took a deep breath, he decided, he wanted to make an "investment".

——Favor investment!

His hand reached into his arms, and in fact, the vitality of his palm flashed, and he took out the bottle of black jade intermittent cream from the rucksack of the system space. Taking advantage of the fact that others were not paying attention, he stuffed the porcelain bottle to Wang Song and said: "This is a miracle medicine for treating fractures, apply it to the affected area, and it can be cured in half a month." ”

When Wang Song heard this, he hurriedly put the bottle in his arms and said, "There is such a god?!, but what do you mean by that?"

"I just want you to give this bottle of medicine to Zheng Donghe and heal his leg injury. Yan Long said.

"Why are you helping us?" Wang Songhu looked at Yan Long suspiciously.

Yan Long said: "I just want to make a few more friends and a few fewer enemies." I don't want to have to stab me in the back every day. ”

Hearing Yan Long's last words, Wang Song smiled wryly, but he still asked uneasily, "How do I know if this bottle of medicine of yours is real or fake?"

"The external medicine, if it is fake, where can it be faked, just like Zheng Donghe's appearance, is it still worth me to kill him with a bottle of poison?" Yan Long said softly.

Wang Song smiled innocently: "That's the same, it's just why didn't you hand it over to him personally." ”

Yan Long said: "The other people in the prison are guarding against me like a thief, I can't hand it over, and you are more familiar with him." ”

Wang Songmei smiled and said, "That's, that's." I promise to put it in his hands. ”

At this moment when the two were chatting, Steward Pang came to the big kitchen, and he shouted to a large group of prisoners who were eating from a distance: "No. 568 feon Yan Long, is Yan Long here?"

Yan Long listened, stood up and said, "I'm here!"

Mr. Pang: "Follow me, the people from the Jinyi Health Medical Department are waiting for you in the torture room." ”

"The Medical Department?!" Yan Long heard this, and thought to himself, "What are they looking for me?"

When all the prisoners heard that Yan Long was going to be taken to the execution room by Jinyiwei, they all looked at him with sympathetic eyes.

Being "received" by the Jinyi guard in the torture room is usually not a good thing, the best result is to walk in and carry out, as for the worst result......

Yan Long was escorted away as if he had been escorted to the execution ground.