Chapter 1838 There are two Chinese characters in the square lightning bolt style: FUCK!
Otherwise, how could you have such a good time in the Tang Dynasty? If you were criticized or scolded for some minor mistakes.
He just cried, made trouble, and hanged himself all day long, looking for death all day long. Haha, how could the old Cheng family have such a prosperous population and spread its branches and leaves?
So, as a human being, you should be happy. If you are not happy, just cook some noodles and eat them.
As a member of the Cheng family with excellent psychological quality, they are never afraid of rumors, haha...
Xue Wanjun felt like he was okay again after taking Cheng's secret nutrient solution. He didn't know when the sound of playing cards over there finally disappeared.
The entire prison seemed quiet. One or two young people said good night to each other and said they wanted to experience the sleep comfort of the prison.
Xue Wanjun calmly controlled his emotions and did not complain until all the sounds disappeared.
At this time, Xue Wanjun slowly got up with difficulty. At this moment, the lights in the prison were already extinguished.
The last lamp was placed on a pillar in Xue Wanjun's cell, swaying there, reflecting Xue Wanjun's movements clearly.
The oil lamp happened to be placed in the direction of Xue Wanjun, so behind the pillar, a dark curtain was described.
In this pitch-black darkness that cannot be distinguished by the naked eye, pairs of black and white eyes are now widened.
Their eyes looked energetic and full of expectation. However, everyone had a tacit understanding and did not dare to make a sound.
And in order to prevent any abnormal noise from being detected by Xue Wanjun, everyone wore masks, and they were also in a special gray-black color.
Well, considering the concealment at night, I specially dyed it with ink.
Just the act of sitting up made Xue Wanjun, who had been immobile for many days, appear to be out of breath.
Fortunately, as a famous general with great achievements in the Tang Dynasty, he naturally has a strong will to back him up.
So after taking a short rest, Xue Wanjun stood up slowly, and then slowly took off the belt around his waist.
Then, he started to hit the beam, once, twice, three times...
Every time, my head would be wrong or I would use too much force, resulting in failure to catch up.
Just when Xue Wanjun was struggling to put on the waistband of his pants, the entire audience was anxious for him.
Both of them clenched their hands into fists, and even the impatient ones wanted to help.
Of course, I'm just thinking about it. After all, whoever does this will ruin everyone's good deeds and will definitely be beaten later.
Finally... Xue Wanjun, who was already panting from exhaustion, finally passed the strip of cloth through the beam above, and one end of the waistband hung down from the other side.
Seeing this, Cheng Chubi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He almost fell asleep watching the excitement. The main reason was that Uncle Xue's throwing skills were too bad.
Xue Wanjun stretched his arms upward, and then began to tie the knot with his waistband. After tying for a long time, he finally tied the knot.
But soon, Xue Wanjun discovered a problem. There was no stool for him to step on, and the knot was tied a bit high.
Xue Wanjun stretched his neck and tried several times, but it was still a little short of nima. In desperation, Xue Wanjun could only lower his head and search inside the cell.
I was looking to see if there were any bricks that could be used as a stepping stone. At this moment, I heard a long tune similar to that which nomads like to hum.
Suddenly there was a sound coming from the backlight of a light not far away.
"!!!"
But he still knew how to spot the enemy immediately, reaching out and flicking the oil lamp hanging on the pillar.
day!
In the originally dark place outside the cell, seven or eight juniors were standing outside wearing black masks.
"Who the hell is farting? It smells so bad..." I don't know which bastard it was, yelled out, and then all the kids rolled around and disappeared without a trace.
Xue Wanjun stood there dumbfounded, holding a lamp in his hand and subconsciously lifting his baggy pants with one hand.
My whole mentality was shattered. There were two Chinese characters in my heart written in the form of a square lightning bolt: Damn it!
It was painted with red paint, appearing, disappearing, and reappearing repeatedly in my mind.
Until Cheng Sanlang yawned and came over. "Huh? Uncle Xue, what are you doing? Why do you look so weird?"
"Hey, hey, brothers, hurry up and take a look. Uncle Xue is here in a daze with a lamp."
Xue Wanjun was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig out a mausoleum of Qin Shihuang with his toes under the hard cell floor.
Looking blankly at Cheng Sanlang's extremely hypocritical and curious expression, he put the oil lamp in front of him with an expression of emotion, puffed up his cheeks and took a breath...
In an instant, the sudden darkness made the brave and invincible Xue Wanjun feel a sense of comfort and peace.
They are so reckless, these little bastards, I...I almost lose my shame, okay?
Xue Wanjun felt that his old face was very burned and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his face. Then he heard a chirping sound and his eyes blurred.
Seven or eight fire sticks, as if by appointment, were lit in unison, even more dazzling than the oil lamp just now.
"!!!"
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Xue Wanjun stayed up all night, staring at the ceiling until the sky became bright, then he couldn't hold on any longer and gradually fell asleep.
Fortunately, those bastards were smart and didn't jump up to him to annoy his eyes, otherwise, Xue Wanjun would really want to give them a mouthful of spitting stars.
He is one of the most famous generals in the Tang Dynasty. He has experienced hundreds of battles and mountains of blood, but he has never been afraid of them.
However, now I am really afraid of these elusive young people, and I just want to die quietly.
As a result, they were confused to the point of embarrassment and shame.
This made Xue Wanjun think that one day when his tomb is green, the expressions of the people who come to pay homage to him will no longer show admiration and appreciation.
Instead, he cheerfully pointed his finger at his own grave and told stories that made him embarrassed to the point of despair.
Let yourself be so ashamed that you will have nowhere to hide even if you are under the spell of nine springs.
At this moment, Xue Wanjun heard the sound of footsteps and closed his eyes immediately.
He really didn't want to deal with these young people. Of course, when he had the strength to pick up a big stick and greet them, this might be the best choice.
Then, I heard the flattering voice of His Highness King Wu coming to my ears.
"Mr. Lu Guo, please open your eyes, come on, come on, take a few sips, you'd better drink this nutrient solution yourself, otherwise Cheng Sanlang will come again later."