The manager is such a wicked person, he will tell hell jokes when he has the opportunity, and he will tell hell jokes when he doesn't have the opportunity to create opportunities.

Xu Cheng was afraid that if he stayed with it, all his merits would be deducted, and he would not be able to go to heaven in the future, so he would directly book a room on the 18th floor of hell.

And he even asked to help Bai Yuelin take a bath, which was called cultivating feelings.

I torture you, this is too much punishment, she is still a child, why don’t you let this go?

Xu Cheng complained to the manager. He was not sleepy at all and couldn't push Bai Yuelin away, so he could only silently start practicing the breathing method.

In the blink of an eye, it was the next morning when Bai Yuelin woke up.

She sat up slowly, rubbed the corners of her eyes, and gently pushed Xu Cheng with both hands: "I need to pee."

Xu Cheng woke up from his practice and took her hand away: "You are six years old, go by yourself."

"don't want."

Bai Yuelin lay on Xu Cheng's chest, rubbing her little face gently.

Her silky white hair was spread out, and her charming voice had a hint of coquettishness.

"Take me there."

Xu Cheng felt like he was numb. I wanted to help you when you were autistic. Now that you are awake, you still want me to help you.

What do you think I am, a humanoid self-service urinal?

Feeling helpless and remembering the requirements of the mission, Xu Cheng got out of bed.

Bai Yuelin didn't want to walk, so she sat on the bed and opened her hands to Xu Cheng for a hug.

Xu Cheng had no choice but to carry her into the bathroom and follow his previous habit of helping her brush her teeth, wash her face, take a shower and use the toilet.

In the past, Bai Yuelin was just a puppet, and Xu Cheng could play with it however he wanted. Now that her autism has improved, she is always moving around, sometimes itchy, sometimes shy.

When they were taking a bath together, they even curiously played with Xu Cheng's little teapot.

Fortunately, she is just a fledgling now, and Xu Cheng is not a lolicon, so there is no way for her to perform an eagle spreading its wings.

After taking a bath, Xu Cheng continued to practice breathing techniques, while Bai Yuelin, who was a child at heart after all, started playing with the TV and game consoles, watching them with gusto.

Just before noon, the guards showed up.

They came to each cell holding a tray with a syringe in it.

The originally quiet cell suddenly became lively. Almost all the prisoners rushed to the cell door, loudly urging the guards to hand over the syringes to them.

Some anxious prisoners even reached out from their cells to grab the syringes on the tray themselves.

After catching it, he immediately pierced the syringe into his arm and injected the liquid in the needle into his body. A ecstatic expression soon appeared on his face.

Xu Cheng also brought Bai Yuelin to the cell. When he saw this scene, his eyes narrowed and he was shocked.

The prison actually injects drugs into these young prisoners?

Although Bai Yuelin didn't understand what was going on, the sight of the demons dancing in front of her still made her feel scared and she hid behind Xu Cheng.

"Both of you."

A guard stood in front of Xu Cheng and Bai Yuelin. There were two syringes on the tray in his hand. He handed them over: "This is your share. Do you need help with the injection?"

His attitude and tone were very polite, more like a waiter than a guard.

That's right, the prisoners here are different from the ones before. They dare to be cruel to the guards at every turn. It's normal for them to be afraid.

Xu Cheng did not reach out to take it. He stared at the two syringes in the tray and asked in a deep voice: "What are these?"

The guard explained: "This is called Stl, also called spiritual potion. After injection, it can enhance your abilities and physical strength without any side effects."

"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"

Xu Cheng glanced at the other prisoners: "Is it addictive?"

The guard was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect Xu Cheng to ask this question.

Because most of the prisoners here are around 6 to 9 years old, they have little ability to think independently.

As soon as they heard that spiritual potions could enhance their abilities and physical strength, they immediately chose to take the injections. There was no need to worry that they would not dare to take the injections. Those who could come here were all cowards who had experienced the cruel fights and fights in the previous prison.

It has long been eliminated.

Xu Cheng was the first person to ask whether he would become addicted.

"A little bit."

The guard smiled slightly: "But many things can become addictive, such as watching TV or playing games. It's just like this. There's nothing to worry about."

He is like a salesman, always following the lead.

But Xu Cheng decisively refused: "You take it, we don't need it."

The guard didn't expect this kid to be so assertive, and couldn't help but persuade him: "Is it really unnecessary? If you don't have spiritual potion, you will be compared with others. If your experimental results are too poor, you will suffer.

of."

Xu Cheng frowned slightly: "What experiment."

The guard glanced at the cell that was comparable to a hotel room: "You live in such a nice place, but it's not free. You have to participate in an experiment every week. All of you will be put together to fight, and the loser will be taken away.

Sent to a terrible place."

Xu Cheng was slightly startled, why did this pattern sound so familiar?

What on earth are the Celestial Clan going to do, go to all the trouble to capture a group of children to play battle royale?

Xu Cheng thought for a while, then reached out of the iron door and grabbed two syringes.

A smile appeared on the guard's face. He was indeed a kid, and he was fooled after a little coaxing.

The addictiveness of spiritual potions is much stronger than drugs.

Snap!

Xu Cheng used a little force with his palm to crush the two syringes, and the liquid splashed out on the guard, making him take a few steps back in surprise.

"you……"

The guard raised his head and looked at Xu Cheng in annoyance, and met a pair of cold eyes, which made his words suddenly stuck.

Xu Cheng shook off the crumbs in his hand and stared at him coldly: "We don't need it, are you deaf and can't you hear it? Next time I send it over, I will stuff it into your ass. If you don't believe me, you can try it!"

The guard didn't want to admit that he was intimidated by the eyes of a six-year-old child, but his trembling hands and feet betrayed him.

He could only comfort himself by saying that the children here were all monsters and perverts, and then turned around and ran away.

"Hello!"

In the cell opposite, a spiky-headed prisoner yelled at Xu Cheng in displeasure: "You bastard, you don't want to give it to me, why did you break it?"

Xu Cheng ignored him and took Bai Yuelin back to the cell.

Bai Yuelin was a little scared and nestled in Xu Cheng's arms: "Xu Xian, is that something bad?"

Although she is still young, she is already very smart and has judged that spiritual potions are not a good thing.

Xu Cheng hugged Bai Yuelin and warned at the same time: "Yes, those things must not be touched."

Looking at the crazy neurosis of these prisoners outside, you know that spiritual medicine must have played a major role, and the level of addiction may be comparable to drugs.

Once injected, life and death may be controlled by the Celestial Clan.

Seeing Bai Yuelin's frightened look, Xu Cheng told her a few jokes, making her very happy.

"Arabs have a special place in the hearts of Americans. Do you know why?"

This kind of hell joke is still too early for Bai Yuelin.

She tilted her head slightly, her little brain was working at full speed. It was almost overloaded and she still couldn't think of anything. She could only grab the clothes on Xu Cheng's chest with both hands and said coquettishly: "Tell me."

“Why does Arabia have a special place in the hearts of Americans?”

Xu Cheng laughed: "Because during a certain live broadcast, Arabia sent two large planes to the United States."

Although Bai Yuelin didn't quite understand, she laughed too when she saw Xu Cheng laughing.

After rejecting the spiritual potion, Xu Cheng was worried that the Celestial Clan would forcibly inject the two of them.

Fortunately, his worries did not come true. The guards would send spiritual potions to the prisoners here every once in a while, except for Xu Cheng and Bai Yuelin, who seemed to have been forgotten.

Xu Cheng did not let down his guard because of this. He would try the food before every meal to make sure that the food was fine before letting Bai Yuelin eat it.

After a month of peace and quiet, Xu Cheng finally mastered the first-level breathing technique to level 2, significantly enhancing his combat effectiveness.

Now even if he faces Dick one-on-one again, he is still capable of fighting.

During this month, in addition to practicing breathing techniques, Xu Cheng was not idle and started special training with Bai Yuelin.

"Stop dawdling, stand up."

Xu Cheng wrapped his fists in the cotton of the pillow and shouted to Bai Yuelin, who was gently knocked to the ground by him, with a stern tone.

Bai Yuelin held back her mouth, tears welled up in her eyes, and her face was filled with grievances.

"Don't cry."
To be continued...