After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

Pu Ran said casually: "..."

How can you guess this right?

Should we say that Xiao Song and Lao Song are worthy of being father and son?

They all deserve a beating. Have they all been taught a lesson in private?

Thinking of this, Pu Ran couldn't help but look at the man a few more times, his eyes full of sighs.

Now that they are in jail together, why is it that there is suddenly more mutual respect between heroes?

"wrong."

Yan An chewed over his words, thinking that Pu Ran's answer didn't seem right no matter how he thought about it.

What does "I beat Young Master Song" mean?

The people in the circle gradually came back to their senses, and suddenly their bodies were shocked and they stammered: "You, you, you..."

Everyone worships: "You are truly my only sister!!!"

Song Zhao, the young master of the Song family, is a gloomy and violent man who is hated by everyone and angers everyone equally.

The whip was extremely vicious and most people in the prison had been beaten, including Puran.

Normally they wouldn't even dare to think that this guy could get a beating. This sister is so awesome. She went to jail just to help them vent their anger. How can she not be considered a hero?

Inexplicably, Pu Ran saw that their eyes were brighter than the twinkling little stars, and the fanatical worship in their eyes made her completely confused.

Why, if you keep looking at me like that, you might as well give me some more money.

God knows how much hardship she went through just for this little salary.

Seeing her sitting there without saying anything, the group of people quickly closed their mouths and dared not breathe.

Now there are two corners on both sides, Pu Ran and the man sitting quietly each in one corner.

With the two huge Buddhas suppressing everyone else, the rest of the people had no choice but to huddle together and hug themselves tightly, trembling in fear.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

The guards banged on the cell door and sent in prison meals one by one.

A steamed bun and a bowl of watery vegetable soup. The food was both small and poor.

Puran looked up at the small window high above. The sky was bright. Was it time for dinner?

Yan An saw her confusion, and while lamenting that the young lady did not understand the sufferings of the world, he also explained to her considerately: "We only have this one meal a day, and there is no fixed time."

Pu Ran deeply agreed with this and felt that his trip to prison was worth it.

Look, only by deeply understanding the grassroots can one understand the people's livelihood. If she were to become an official, she would definitely be the best official.

Pooh!

If Liu Yin knew that she was going to prison, he would hug her and cling to her for a long time out of pity.

Do you want to understand the grassroots by going to the dirty, smelly, messy prisons?

Is your head hitting a rock?

The people around him were eating voraciously. Pu Ran lowered his eyes to see that he was also honored to receive a set meal, and subconsciously raised his eyes to glance at the man sitting quietly in the corner.

This glance is amazing, how come he eats so well!

Rouge goose breast, braised lion head, and big chicken legs!

Pu Ran suddenly widened his eyes.

Even though she had just eaten Song Zhao's Rehmannia stewed chicken not long ago, she was still uneasy about the tempting color of the lion's head.

She ran to Yan An and asked in a low voice, "Can there be such a big difference between people?"

Yan An swallowed dryly, then reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the other person's luxurious meal.

He sighed bitterly, "You don't know, but this guy has a bad temper. A few green leaves made him so angry that he almost turned the prison upside down. He said that if Master Song didn't send him good food and drink, he would not stay in this prison anymore."

Puran: “?”

"In order to keep him from escaping from prison, Master Song had no choice but to swallow his anger and serve him delicious food and drinks."

Puran: “???”

"Hey, I'm not here to go to jail. I'm here to experience life."

Puran: “???”

Does this work too?

Aren’t you really just inviting an ancestor back to worship?

She immediately became interested and stared at the man without blinking.

Yan An poked the hand of the person eating next to him with his elbow and said curiously: "Is our sister interested in him?"

The man took a bite of the steamed bun and curled his lips in disinterest: "Forget it, at best I just covet the food on someone's plate."

Didn’t you see that both eyeballs were about to stick to the braised lion’s head?

The man who had closed his eyes finally opened them. His sharp and deep gaze flashed with a fleeting sense of oppression from being in a superior position for a long time, and then his deep eyes became peaceful.

Pu Ran watched him twist a silver needle between his fingers and test the poison on the food in front of him one by one.

So professional?

She looked at the cautious man, then looked down at her vegetable soup, and learned it.

Next time, you should test for poison before eating.

To prevent any evil people from harming me.

She observed the man's every move and took her love of learning to the extreme. No one knew what she had learned in just a few moments.

One dares to stare, the other dares to let her stare.

After Puran had waited and waited and saw that he had no further action after testing the poison, she asked, "Aren't you going to eat it?"

The crowd on the sidelines nervously observed the subtle magnetic field between the two people: "!!!"

Come on, come on, come on!

Our sister is worthy of being our sister, she is so courageous!

The man sitting in meditation slowly and methodically bent one leg and straightened the other, his posture casual and relaxed.

He raised his eyebrows, his eyelashes were thick and his eye sockets were deep. He smiled mischievously and his voice was particularly mellow and magnetic: "You want it?"