Baitang wiped his hair for a while, and exerted a little force on his hand holding the towel. He turned his head, as if he didn't understand the slight anger in the tone of the black-haired young man beside him. The middle-aged man asked Ruan Xiangyuan without any emotion: "Would you? I'd really like to hear your answer."
Ruan Xiang looked at Baitang from a distance, his expression was calm, compared to the humbleness or obvious resistance of ordinary prisoners when facing the group of kings, he was neither humble nor overbearing, as if sitting with him at this moment Yes, it's just an ordinary prisoner with the same status as him. Ruan Xiangruan was silent for a long time, and then he suddenly laughed. He stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his butt twice. He hooked his lips—
"It's really hard to say," Ruan Xiangyuan replied indifferently, facing the unknown emotion flickering in the eyes of the king in Building 4 beside him, "Maybe that's what I really think—"If Lei Qie wants Building 3 , in order to please him, I just give it to him, maybe he will treat me better in this way' or something, ha, it really opened up a new world of three views."
At the end of the sentence, the black-haired young man's words had obvious ridicule.
However, Baitang found that he really had no way to judge the authenticity of these words from the eyebrows and eyes of the other party—that serious expression and smile, as if the black-haired young man in front of him was the superficial person he really yearned for However, when he spoke, there was no doubt about the meaning of ridicule.
Ruan Xiangyuan stepped on the last preparatory bell for the curfew and left, leaving Baitang sitting on the spot alone. The middle-aged man remained motionless, watching the direction in which the black-haired young man left, immersed in his own thoughts—
Until a hand took the towel away from his hand Guan Ju Lanhua's latest chapter
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On the head, a new dry bath towel was covered with a freshly toasted warmth.
The person standing behind Baitang didn't say a word, his slender hands gently wiped the water in the middle-aged uncle's hair with the clean bath towel, the force was just right, and the technique was skillful enough—as if he Do this often.
"... Uncle, everyone is gone, still watching?"
Standing behind the king, the young prison guard's voice was indifferent, and there was no superfluous expression on his face, which rarely showed too much emotion. dry hair.
Baitang was startled for a moment, and then came back to his senses, when the soft and warm fingertips of the other party gently brushed his ear between the gaps in the bath towel, the man subconsciously reached out to grab the wrist of the person behind him, but he didn't. Unexpectedly, it was gently patted away. ()
"Don't move around." Reyk, the strongest prison guard in the history of the Absolute Wing Pavilion, is surprising at this moment, like an old woman, frowning slightly, and said slowly, "It's starting to snow outside again, can't you see?" Are you there? How can you secretly run to swim by yourself, sitting here with wet hair and not drying it."
Baitang narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing the smiling expression he is most used to on weekdays, but at this moment, from his pupils, there is indeed a sincere and gentle smile: "Reik, at this time you should start from The roll call started on the first floor to prepare for the curfew."
But the prison guard who was called his name turned a deaf ear and insisted on his topic stubbornly: "You should not swim in this weather, or your legs will relapse from the old disease, won't it hurt? ... Hair should be dried before going out. You still have to trouble me to take care of you."
Baitang wasn't angry at all because the other party completely ignored his own problems—in fact, he was almost completely used to this weird way of getting along with Reyk. He just closed his mouth with a smile, quietly waiting for Reik to explain his purpose—
Yes, getting to know each other is such a terrible thing. He didn't even need to look back at Reyk's eyes or expression. Just based on his own understanding of his character, he knew that the reason why the prison guard appeared here must be something to tell he.
Sure enough, Reik paused while wiping his hair, and then the prison guard's flat voice floated over—
"This morning, there seemed to be a familiar face in the news
. "
"En?" Baitang was taken aback, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Reyk—no wonder he was a little surprised, in fact, this guy seldom talked to him about the outside world... In other words, the Absolute Wing Pavilion is so cruel However, the environment was regarded by them as a secluded paradise where they could live in peace.
So when the prison guards took the initiative to bring up things outside, Baitang was somewhat surprised.
"Last night, Xiao Mo was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment," Reyk paused, and then stated calmly, "Because of an overdose of sleeping pills."
Baitang's smiling Buddha-like face showed a rare expression of astonishment after hearing the news.
Of course he knew who Reik was talking about—the middle-aged man subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his right calf. On the ground, no one could notice the rows of indelible scars left behind as if they had been deeply penetrated by something—
Xiao Mo, the Asian gangster giant, in Asia across the sea from Baitang, this name can almost be said to be an existence that can be said to cover the sky with one hand... Back then, the Xiao family tried to expand their power territory, but they kicked the hard iron here in Baitang. , the Xiao family is still headed by Xiao Mo's father, and Xiao Mo is still in junior high school, but he has already traveled all over the world with his father—
Speaking of which, the scars on my legs were all caused by that junior high school student back then.
Later, the old head of the Xiao family died early, and Xiao Mo seemed to have the intention of washing the Bai Xiao family after he took over—because at that time, Bai Tang himself had already entered the Jue Chi Pavilion, but the prisoner who came in vaguely said that this genius boy seemed to have indeed succeeded. , the outside world calls him a veritable proud son of heaven—
How could such a person commit suicide
Baitang put away his shock, blinked his eyes: "Is it dead?"
"No," Reyk said, "still in a coma, but he probably won't die—at best, he's a vegetative or something like a dark blood age."
"That's too miserable. I heard that he has two sons, who are only at the age of kindergarten."
"En," Reyk replied indifferently, "Why, do you still want to take over and become an adopted son?"
"A tiger father has no dogs," Baitang sneered and waved his hands, "Although they are still children, but looking at the bloodlines of the Xiao family, these two are probably not cheap lamps, and they can't bear to work hard. When they grow up, they will turn around. bite me
. "
Reik snorted uncomfortably, apparently not convinced by Baitang's words—
"People like you are born to meddle in other people's business."
"Ah, it's not good to wrong people."
The prison guard's face was full of helplessness towards the opponent's sophistry: "I haven't cleaned up much mess for you yet?"
"Heh." Baitang smiled, seeming justified in the prison guard's accusation.
"..."
There was another silence—but not awkward.
It's completely different from Reyce's yelling kindergarten kid. At this moment, the prison guard seems to be very satisfied with the quiet environment. Instead, he changed his tone and slowly talked to him about the number three Question for newcomers-
Total topic hopping.
"I thought you weren't interested in certain things," Reik said without thinking, but he didn't have to worry that Baitang couldn't understand him at all, "Why is it rare that you care so much about that black-haired brat?"
"you guess?"
"No guess." The prison guard snorted.
As if he had already guessed that the other party would not cooperate with him in this game, Bai Tang cheerfully threw out a not-so-responsible answer: "Because he looks a bit like me back then."
"Is it about brains? If not... You can say such things..." Reyk said speechlessly, "He can fight, and that brat was eaten to death by Reyce ... looks like IQ is not high."
"Ah, you see people are still so superficial, Reik." Baitang smiled and replied patiently.
Reik paused, and he didn't seem too angry with Baitang's statement—in fact, he was already used to middle-aged men always teasing him about such things, and the prison guards turned a deaf ear to him. , and continued: "Whether the matter of Building No. 3 is what you guessed or not, it's best not to worry about it—if Reins really deliberately manipulated it..."
Reik's voice gradually faded
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Baitang grabbed the other person's hand rubbing his hair, and pulled the towel off his head. He threw away the towel and grabbed the towel's wrist and turned around. His smiling pupils met for the first time without any emotion. eyes: "You want to say, if it's Reins, you can't protect me?"
"Fart." Reyk withdrew his hand, his brows and eyes changed from the softness before and returned to indifference, "If you fight alone, that guy is just on par with me—but you know, this is not floor warfare or Pediatric things like Wang Zhan."
"Pediatrics?" The smile in the eyes of the king in Building No. 4 deepened, "Oh, as a king, I actually have the illusion that I am looked down upon by the prison guards."
Reik was stunned for a moment, and then showed a helpless expression: "What are you pretending, since you became the king, you have never fought a battle of kingship, please don't make me look injured."
Baitang shrugged, motioning for Reik to continue.
Throwing him a warning look, indicating that this guy should stop interrupting him endlessly, Reyk pulled Baitang up from the ground, pressed him on the chair, skillfully took out a bottle of medicinal wine from his pocket and put it aside, Borrowing, he stretched out his hand and put one of Baitang's legs on his knee without refusing—
On Baitang's fair skin, the scar looked a little shocking.
No matter how many times he saw this, Reik still couldn't help frowning.
The prison guard stretched out his hand and poured the medicinal wine on the king's calf. In the open space behind him, he completely ignored the deafening official bell of the curfew. The prison guard just lowered his head, focused on doing the massage with skillful skills, and waited. After a while, when the loud ringing ended, he raised his head and glanced at Baitang, and continued in a slow tone: "It's not that I'm afraid of Reins, but I think that the things that person decides may be very few people." It can be shaken by external forces."
"I think Xiaogou is right," Baitang said thoughtfully, "Actually, Rachel doesn't seem like someone with such big ambitions—after all, he doesn't intend to stay in the Absolute Wing Pavilion for the rest of his life."
Regarding this statement, Reik sneered: "That guy Reyce, although everything is unreliable, he has a very good instinct for early warning of crises. He feels that the situation is wrong, so there is nothing to hesitate— Have you ever heard of the instinctive aggressiveness of animals?"
"..."
"That red hair is probably just doing things with this beast-like instinct... He doesn't care what the Absolute Wing Pavilion will be like after he gets out of prison, he only cares about the present, the Absolute Wing Pavilion he exists, whether he can live forever Bandai
. "
Baitang was amused by Reik's last sentence "Thousands of generations", he shook his head: "I was released from prison only after Leiqie, I can't even imagine such a frenzied environment, is there no one who can stop him Is it?"
Reik's men paused.
After a long silence, the prison guard raised his head and stared seriously into the eyes of the king in Building No. 4: "Yes."
Baitang smiled: "What is it?"
"It cannot be shaken by external force, but it does not mean it is invulnerable." Reik subconsciously glanced at the direction where Baitang was staring in a daze before, "If there is an accident in a certain part of the interior that even Reins did not expect, then It should come as no surprise that things have changed."
"Reik."
"What."
"It's hard to understand what you said today."
"That's because you're getting old and your brain is dull."
"Ah, ah," Baitang stretched out his hand to pat the prison guard's shoulder, "This is really exaggerated—at last morning's meeting, Eli also said that I am the most solid and unshakable intelligent king in the history of Absolute Wing Hall."
"The act of reminiscing about other people's unhealthy compliments and believing them to be true is itself one of the hallmarks of aging."
"..."
The author has something to say: _(:3)∠)_The subject of the article is strong, everyone can rest assured of the puppet’s integrity_(:3)∠)_
And the protagonist of the next article, Uncle Xiao, came to make a soy sauce... Ka Ka Ka
Yesterday, because I went out temporarily, I didn't have time to update, so I have two updates today, and there is another update at 5:30 in the afternoon.