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Ink Yan looked towards the direction of the voice and saw an old man standing at the entrance of the cell on the right.

His face was as shriveled as a tree trunk, and his hair was fluffy and white. He looked very disheveled and old, but his eyeliner was very thick. His long black eyelashes were neatly embedded in the upper and lower part of his eye sockets, making his dark brown eyes look calm and wise.

But none of this is the point.

Ink Yan glanced back, paying particular attention to his clothes.

Even if it was the most ordinary white prison uniform, the old man still dressed very neatly. Two younger male prisoners followed behind the old man, taking off the manicure in a flurry.

Can also have a follower during the downfall, open mouth or standard standard big words.

It seems like this old man's identity is not simple ~

"Good morning, old man! My name is 49. "

Ink Yan bowed towards the old man, thanking him for his reminder and speaking sincerely.

"You are so kind that you will be blessed by God."

In this way, the old man's dark brown eyes shone with a brilliant light.

"Young man, how do you know the etiquette of my Māori tribe?"

Ink Yan lifted her eyes and said calmly, "I have been in contact with Maori people before. God said that in the face of disaster, we need to keep on reciting the story of Him, and try to endure it so that we can see the final light. I think that makes a lot of sense. for many years. "

"Yes." The old man nodded in satisfaction. Yes, this is one of the contents of the Koran. "Young man, it seems that you not only have friends of my Māori race, but you also believe in my religion, don't you?"

Ink Yan smiled, and did not say yes, nor did she say no.

The elder keenly caught this hidden meaning, automatically ending the discussion about the faith, and once again persuading Mo Yan to leave.

"Young man, you should hurry up and run away. Recently, a young fellow had come to the yamen in the capital. He had a strong and sturdy body, and he even had some martial arts skills. Your body is so thin, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand it. Why don't you just hurry up and run away? "

Ink Yan continued to smile. She didn't say anything, but she didn't say anything wrong either.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the long and narrow corridor of the prison.

Clang, it seems that at the other end of the deep corridor, someone violently kicked open the door and barged in with the imposing presence of a group of people. The man's hurried steps continuously trampled on the green brick floor, as chaotic as the rain drops of a banana leaf in the middle of the night.

Following that, the bailiff, whose face was bruised and swollen, stood at the front. He put his hands on his waist and pointed at Ink Yan, shouting loudly, "Boss, it's that brat in front!"

"He was the one who took my wine! And you even hit me! "

Using the light from the torches at the entrance of the prison, she could vaguely see a person standing in the darkness behind her. He was neither tall nor low, but his forehead was a little square. His facial features were hidden in the darkness and could not be seen clearly. He wore the uniform of a bailiff. he asked heavily, looking at himself.

"Do you admit to what Third Mastermind said just now?"

Ink Yan immediately understood, this was the leader of the bailiffs that the old man pointed to. A young and somewhat fist-sized pig hoof could not help but show a hint of sarcasm on his face. He stood up and responded word by word with his head raised.

"I did it, but so what?"

The other didn't answer. With a silent wave of her hand, the injured bailiff's back was blocked by a row of bailiffs. Everyone held a big wooden stick in their hands, looking at her warily. As long as he gave the order, they would soon be like the waves of the ocean, one after the other, until Ink Mist was lying flat on the ground like a rag.

However, even though there was such a huge gap between the two of them, Mo Yan was not afraid. He bent down to pick up the wooden stick that had fallen to the ground. Holding the thin handle, he hung the heavy end on his shoulder and spoke first in a wild manner.

"Let's attack together!"

In an instant, the constables on the other side all had expressions of shock on their faces. They looked at each other in dismay and communicated in soft voices.

"Aiyo, what's going on? What did this person say? "

"WC, the guy on the other side isn't an idiot, right? You actually want us to attack together? Don't you know how to write the word 'die'? "

The injured bailiff was so furious that he almost died from anger when he slapped his companion on the forehead.

"Who the fuck do you care if he knows that he's so crazy that he wants to buy things for him with his own money? This is slapping us in the face! If I don't teach him a lesson, will he not ascend to the heavens in the future? "

Then, he pulled out a wooden stick from the side and stabbed it into the air. He revealed a vicious expression, as if he was fighting to the death. He led his men and rushed forward.

"Didn't he want us to go up together?"

"Beat him!"

Ah ah ah ah -! Stinking brat! Die!