"Ah?" Fatty Wang was stunned, "He... said everything?"
"What do you think?" Ye Chong smiled and said, "Otherwise, he would look at you like that?"
"Are you betraying me?" Fatty Wang's head was full of black lines, "Brother, you will kill me."
"You didn't tell me anything, so how could you betray me?" Ye Chong raised the corner of his mouth, "But it doesn't matter whether you tell me or not.
Mr. Long doesn’t believe you now.
I won’t believe you either.”
"Brother, don't be like this." Fatty Wang almost cried, "I originally wanted to tell you tonight."
"Okay, then you tell me," Ye Chong smiled slightly, "Let me see if this Lord Long lied to me?"
"Brother, the word "龙" for Master Long actually comes from its close pronunciation - Rong." Fatty Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Actually, in the beginning, they all called him Master Rong.
However, you also know that sometimes it is difficult to distinguish between dragon and dragon.
So, slowly shouting and shouting turned into Lord Long."
"Haha," Ye Chong smiled and shook his head, "Is it that simple?"
"Of course not, brother," Fatty Wang continued, "There is a reason why Master Long is called Master Rong.
But, brother, I don’t know what his name is, and of course I don’t know if there is any word in it.
However, I know that Master Rong’s origin must be related to one of his skills.”
When he said this, Fatty Wang paused.
Ye Chong smiled slightly and said nothing.
Fatty Wang blinked and continued:
"Long Ye is good at the art of disguise.
It is for this reason that he is called Mr. Rong.
Then, Master Rong slowly turned into Master Long."
"Haha," Ye Chong smiled slightly and nodded, "What I'm curious about is not this, but how did you know?
Did Master Long tell you?"
"Of course not," Fatty Wang grinned, "I also heard the gossip. It seems that it was first spread from one of Lord Long's followers."
"It's not hearsay." Ye Chong looked serious and nodded, "Everything is true."
"Brother, brother, what else did Lord Long tell you?" Fatty Wang took a step closer, "Opportunity... opportunity?"
"No chance." Ye Chong smiled, looking at the other party calmly, "Let's just stay here and wait to serve in the Wilderness Fortress.
hehe.
If we have to talk about opportunities, that is our opportunity."
"Okay, brother, I listen to you," Fatty Wang nodded vigorously, "Brother, then I'll wait for you."
"I'll go," Ye Chong couldn't help but feel happy, "Don't be so pitiful, as if we want to separate."
When Ye Chong said this, his mind suddenly moved and he looked at the other party.
At this moment, Fatty Wang's eyes flickered, full of expectation.
Ye Chong couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart, and then he smiled and said: "Okay, stop being so nagging, isn't this all for your own good?!"
"I know, brother," Fatty Wang scratched his head, "Brother is a good person. No matter what I do, I will always believe in him."
"Okay," Ye Chong smiled slightly, "Hurry up and practice."
After Fatty Wang left, Ye Chong lay directly on the bed.
His location is near the door, which is relatively quiet.
In addition, the room full of people deliberately avoided it, allowing him to do some personal things of his own here.
Whoosh!
He quietly reached into his arms and took out something.
thin.
Soft.
A bit like a facial mask.
Ye Chong rubbed it gently, and a smile appeared on his face.
"hey-hey.
Mr. Long is worthy of being Mr. Rong.
Let’s not talk about his own skill in disguise, but the production level of this human skin mask is not something that ordinary people can compare with.
Um?
Judging from the taste and feel, this mask should be made of large corn cobs?
The technique is good.
I just don’t know what the effect will be?
such a pity.
I can’t even look in the mirror.”
When he thought of this, Ye Chong quietly pressed the thing in his hand to his face, and then gently touched it with his hand, with a hint of approval in his eyes.
At this moment, if he could see himself, he would find that his current face looks a bit familiar, but it looks nothing like himself.
The most surprising thing is that his face is smooth, lifelike, and has no flaws at all.
besides.
The mask is very convenient to pick up, and the makeover can be completed in a blink of an eye.
what does that mean?
Of course, you can change your face at any time.
"The issue is……
Does this make sense?
It's not a masquerade.
Moreover, the prison uniform also has a serial number printed on it.
Sorry about the face and number, there is something wrong with it at first glance.
Um?
wrong.
That day, Master Long's men were injured by me and sent to the medical clinic.
At that time, the prison doctor and the guards were still chatting, and the defense didn't seem to be very strict.
Could it be that... Mr. Long is going to make some small moves?
However, it feels like it's not that easy.
never mind.
Stop thinking about it.
Since Mr. Long gave me the mask tonight, he naturally asked me to get familiar with it first.
As for how to act in the future, we can only take it one step at a time."
Ye Chong gently took off the mask and put it in his arms. However, he frowned and turned around to glance at Fatty Wang quietly.
At this moment, the guy was sitting cross-legged on the bed, practicing quietly. From a distance, he looked as normal as before.
Ye Chong couldn't help but frown, smiled casually, and began to practice with his eyes closed.
It seems that the jailbreak that occurred in the Fangfeng Square had a considerable impact.
It's the third day, it's still morning, there's no food for lunch, and the outing is cancelled.
Ye Chong felt it didn't matter.
Since he embarked on the path of martial arts, fasting has become a daily routine. Skipping one or two meals will have no impact on him.
As for whether to release the wind or not, he doesn't think there is much difference.
After all, what he wants is real freedom, not a false sky.
However, many people can't stand it anymore.
Some people, led by Fatty Wang, began to complain and complained endlessly about not being able to eat.
Others, because they have been trapped in the house for a long time, appear restless, a bit like suffering from a phobia.
Time passed like this.
It was almost time for dinner, and everyone was extremely excited.
Fatty Wang's eyes were red, and there was an earth-shattering roar coming from his stomach, which was accompanied by the smelly exhaust sound at the rear, which made people have to stay away.
Another guy who couldn't hold back because he hadn't had sex for several days had his eyes red, his body was shaking with excitement, and he was so scared that people didn't dare to come forward.
The others were not much better, they all looked like they wanted to leave the room and go for a walk immediately.
Ye Chong's mood is also very complicated now.
There is a hint of excitement.
There is a trace of curiosity.
There is a glimmer of hope.
There is also a trace of unspeakable worry, even fear.