"Brother Liang, I see your apprentice is quite capable. He is also the champion of the Lanna Ruins Advanced Competition? I just want to know when he will rescue you."

In prison, A Qiang was sitting cross-legged and watching TV, with a smile on his face but fierceness in his eyes.

In this society, you can't move forward without money.

All he lacked to become a pilot was the money to bid for the mecha girl.

So seeing Su Nian win the championship, of course he felt happy.

After turning off the TV, he turned around and walked to the corner of the room, kicking Uncle Liang in the stomach.

Uncle Liang groaned in pain, opened his bloodshot eyes, and looked at Aqiang indifferently.

He didn't know anything about Aqiang, he only knew that this man was sent by Yang Tian, ​​and the transfer of the warden some time ago must have something to do with Yang Tian. The warden used to be his friend. After he was temporarily transferred away, A Qiang came in, and the prison guards were also replaced.

"If looks could kill, I would have died once a long time ago, but they can't."

Ah Qiang didn't care about Uncle Liang's hateful look. He punched and kicked him for a while, then lay down on the bed and went to sleep contentedly.

When Uncle Liang saw that the man had fallen asleep, he stood up with the help of the wall and walked into the bathroom with his bruised body.

Now there are only two of them left in the room, and every day he is greeted with several beatings.

Although his body has recovered a lot, there is still a big gap compared to a strong man like Ah Qiang who has practiced fighting for more than ten years.

In the mirror was a man with dishevelled hair and a bruised face.

Ever since the warden was changed, he has had trouble even getting enough to eat.

Fortunately, Yang Tian’s idea was not to kill him, but to torture him.

This gave him a chance.

As usual, Uncle Liang picked up his toothbrush and quietly walked to the prison window.

The tiles on the windowsill protrude, and their cut surfaces have become rough after years of wind and sun - just like a knife.

Uncle Liang pressed the toothbrush handle against the cut surface of the tile and rubbed it gently.

This is what he has been doing these days.

He needs to prepare himself and wait for another opportunity.

Sudden.

There was a slight but noticeable movement behind him.

Uncle Liang pursed his lips, hooked his finger and pushed the toothbrush into his sleeve.

"What are you doing?" Aqiang's sinister voice sounded behind him.

He was also very perceptive when he was sleeping, and he came to check on Uncle Liang because he sensed that he hadn't come out of the bathroom for a long time.

"It's too stuffy in there, can I come here to get some fresh air?" Uncle Liang turned around slowly and glanced at Aqiang with an indifferent look: "If you have the guts, just beat me to death quickly, so that you can report to the task, right?"

Ah Qiang looked Uncle Liang up and down several times, his eyes passing over Uncle Liang's eyes.

Then he walked to the window and checked it carefully, bending each railing.

Seeing that there was nothing special, the vigilance in his eyes diminished a little.

He looked at Uncle Liang's face and twitched, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped Uncle Liang in the face.

He grinned and said, "It's my business to kill you, but you're still trying to kill me, old dog!"

After saying that, he walked out of the bathroom with a limp steps and went back to bed to sleep.

Uncle Liang stood there with his head down, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, his gray hair covering a pair of ferocious, wolf-like eyes.

He retracted his gaze, turned around silently, and continued to look out the window at the scenery.

The toothbrush handle was also rubbing gently on the cut surface of the tile.

…

The champion photo of 놀Lanna Ruins was taken by Xingchen and Dilin together.

After stepping down from the podium, Su Nian looked at the photo and still couldn't help wanting to laugh.

The tall Di Lin was seen holding the trophy with his hands, his expression was cool and his movements were elegant, while Xingchen was actually holding his hands up under the trophy.

The key is that she still smiles brightly.

Even the beautiful photographer who was in charge of the filming was delighted after taking the photos.

"Huhehe! The trophy, a big gold trophy!" Xingchen held the trophy with an intoxicated look on his face.

When leaving the podium, Di Lin gave her the trophy.

How to say it? This may be the rebel king's respect for her, the Durian King.

When she thought of this, she felt so happy that her steps became springy and skippy, like a deer taking a walk in the woods.

Di Lin followed behind Su Nian and Xing Chen.

Silently watching the petite figure jumping in front of me.

"Idiot." She raised the corners of her mouth and snorted softly.

The trophy is so heavy...

"Masita, show me the beautiful photo of the Durian Champion!" Xingchen came close to Su Nian, blinking her big eyes.

"Are you sure you want to see it?" Su Nian's mouth twitched.

"certainly!"

Su Nian will definitely try his best to meet Xingchen's requirements.

After reuniting with everyone from the Xingchen Club, he showed the photos to Xingchen.

When Xingchen first looked at the photos, her face was filled with a happy smile.

But soon the smile gradually disappeared, his brows frowned, and the corners of his mouth turned down.

In the photo, she was holding the trophy in both hands, with Emperor Scale's big thunder on her head, and Su Nian was standing far behind her.

No matter how you look at it... it looks like a couple brought a baby and participated in some parent-child program and won the championship.

The serious and elegant mother and the lively daughter held the trophy, while the introverted and shy father stood behind them and watched silently from a distance.

“Damn it! Who took this photo?!”

Xingchen gnashed his teeth, stared with wide eyes, and was instantly possessed by a pig-leopard.

"I will sentence her to death!

Then punish the nine clans? Su Nian scratched his head in embarrassment.

He knew that the star was going to explode, and sure enough, it was guaranteed to.

"Masita, wuwuwu... I'm so short." After a while of being angry, Xingchen buried her head in Su Nian's chest and cried, pointing at the photo and said, "Do I have to put this photo on the wall of the club too?"

"Of course, these are wonderful memories." Su Nian nodded.

"Wow, wow, wow!" Xingchen cried even louder.

The beautiful point is fundamental, get놊누 ahhh!

In this regard, Su Nian could only choose to touch Xingchen’s little head to comfort him.

Xingchen also knew that he couldn't be willful about the photo.

She raised her head, a snot bubble still hanging from her nose, and whispered, "Masita, can you agree to a small request of mine?"

Su Nian pinched Xingchen's pretty face and nodded: "You speak first."

Xingchen sniffed and pleaded pitifully, "Can you please make me in the photo a little bit longer?"

Su Nian: “…”