In the dim light, the face of the middle-aged man without legs looked extremely hideous.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Ming felt a little sick to his stomach, chattering, like a nervous disorder.

"Love to say it or not. ”

He turned his back and pretended to sleep.

"Jiang Kun is your son?" asked the middle-aged man Sen Ran.

"Hmm. Jiang Ming let out a gentle breath from the tip of his nose.

"Uh-huh. The middle-aged man scolded, and his dry palm passed through the bars and grabbed Jiang Ming's body.

Jiang Ming's eyes were slightly cold, and he raised his hand to grab the wrist that the middle-aged man had crossed.

Click.

The crisp sound of broken bones echoed through the cell.

The middle-aged man snorted, instead of kneeling and begging for mercy as he imagined, he laughed extremely wantonly, "Hahahaha, it is said that Jiang Kun's sons, except for Jiang Wen, the rest do not know martial arts, it seems that you are the kid named Jiang Wen." It's ridiculous that the old thief's only seedling would be buried here. ”

Jiang Ming was stunned, daring to love this madman for treating him as his eldest brother Jiang Wen. He followed the words and said in a deep voice: "Dumiao, I still have four brothers, and if one of me dies, it will not have the slightest impact on the Jiang family at all." ”

"Really?" the middle-aged man smiled, and the temperature around him seemed to have dropped by more than ten degrees, "If you die, the Jiang family will have no queen." ”

"What nonsense are you crazy cripple?"

Jiang Ming violently pulled the wrist he was holding in his hand, and when he was caught off guard, the middle-aged man directly crashed into the iron trestle between the two cells.

"Hey, pitiful, pitiful. The middle-aged man's head was bleeding profusely, and dark red blood flowed down his forehead and onto his cheeks, making him look even more eerie.

"Damn, poor your mother. Pretend to be mysterious, say what you have to say, let it go if you have a fart, and then make a noise to sleep and screw your head off. Because there were several incidents in a row today, Jiang Ming's heart was already full of anger, so he spoke very roughly.

"Bang"

The middle-aged man was directly smashed ten steps away by Jiang Ming's iron fist, the ground under his feet was cracked, and large cracks spread several meters away, and his face was extremely flushed, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"What a trick for the tanuki for the prince........"

The middle-aged man fell in a pool of blood, lying on his back and grabbing a handful of straw to wipe the blood foam on the side of his mouth, laughing out loud without fear.

"Sick. ”

Jiang Ming pursed his lips, too lazy to bother with the madman in this prison.

At this time, the jailer who had gone out had already bought good wine and food, prepared a table, and respectfully sent it to the cell where he was.

He was in a much better mood while eating a side dish and drinking wine.

"Kid named Jiang Wen, give me a bite too. Next door, the middle-aged man dragged his broken body and moved closer to Jiang Ming again.

"Jiang is a fart of Wen, Lao Tzu Jiang Ming. Jiang Ming was angry, picked up the empty wine glass and threw it in the air, directly hitting the middle-aged man's forehead.

The middle-aged man was in pain, took two steps back, looked at Jiang Ming in disbelief, and asked coldly, "Aren't you Jiang Wen?"

"I'm not Jiang Wen, you're not happy? If you're not happy, you don't have any wine. ”

"Boy, obediently bring the flask, and the next thing I have to tell you will make you appreciate me for the rest of your life. The middle-aged man said firmly.

Jiang Ming took the wine jug and was silent for a moment, and finally handed the jug to the middle-aged man next door.

'Goo-goo-goo. ’

He gulped down the wine, his protruding Adam's apple rising and falling. Soon, a pot of wine was at the bottom.

Wiping his mouth, the middle-aged man said lightly: "Boy, you are not the seed of the Jiang family, except for your eldest brother Jiang Wen, everyone else is not his son of Jiang Kun." ”

"What. Jiang Ming sneered, and his contempt was undisguised.

From memory, I know that their family has been living in the capital since they can remember, and he is not Jiang Kun's son, so who could it be?

In order to cheat the drink, can the lie be a little more technical.

The middle-aged man was furious, opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, the fierce light in his eyes was like a flame burning, and he pounced again like a cheetah.

This time, Jiang Ming still raised his fist neatly and still punched directly.

"Bang, bang"

When the second punch fell, he suddenly couldn't move anymore, and then his arms suddenly cracked, and his body collapsed to the ground as if he had lost his bones in an instant.

"When your legs are gone, you should recognize the situation you are in and dare to jump. Jiang Ming snorted coldly, flew out and threw out an empty plate, smashing it on the middle-aged man's convulsive body.

"Hey, hey. After this blow, the middle-aged man still got up like a little strong, and said lightly: "Although I don't know why the son except Jiang Wen has learned martial arts.......... I won't mention this matter for now. Do you know why only Jiang Wen can practice martial arts in the Jiang family? Is it really to prevent his brothers from killing each other as rumored? No, it is because among you, only Jiang Wen is his own son. ”

Jiang Ming straightened up, listened carefully to the middle-aged man's words, and concentrated slightly, this person's words were really a bit fanciful, and they were not realistic at all.

They are not Jiang Kun's sons, so where did they come from?

Looking at the middle-aged man again, he was secretly surprised in his heart, he was hit so hard by him, he was like a nobody, and it was impossible for an ordinary person to have such a physique.

"Who the hell are you?" Jiang Ming asked with a frown.

"Hey, I'm a disciple of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, just like your father. ”

Jiang Ming's face was extremely difficult to see, and the pictures in his mind kept coming to mind.

The past events, the rules not to practice martial arts, and the indifference to their four brothers, all kinds of things come together, Jiang Kun really doesn't treat them like a generation of grandmasters.

The ring is tinkling. An intoxicating fragrance came, and one of the two women was extremely hot, and the other was quiet and beautiful.

The young jailer walked in with a smile, and when he saw Jiang Ming and the white-haired middle-aged man next door walking very closely, he immediately frowned and said, "Jiang Gongzi, that person is extremely dangerous, don't get too close." ”

Two women, slender and curvy, are called Caidie, with long fiery red hair dancing like blazing flames, beautiful faces and big watery eyes. It's as if he can speak. Another woman was dressed in white and snowy, beautiful and colorful, with black hair like a waterfall. The eyes are like water, filled with an aura, which is the bosom friend of the intoxicating people.

These two people are the two Oiran in the drunken house, and they may not be able to see the two when they enter the drunken house on weekdays.

"Jiang Gongzi, I specially prepared two beautiful ladies for you for your pastime, don't waste it. The young jailer laughed and pushed Caidie and her bosom friend into the cell.