My magic stick is going to heaven!

Hearing this, Wen Changlang smiled and praised this little brother for being sensible and good at being a man!

After the beggar left, Wen Changlang comfortably placed another gossip cloth on it, lying in front of him, shaking his legs comfortably, looking very chic.

It is rare in this world to have someone as smart and capable as Wen Changlang!

Facing everyone's eyes, Wen Changlang closed his eyes, preparing for a good night's sleep.

In the dream, Wen Changlang stepped domineeringly on top of the heads of the little devils, with his hips akimbo, and his tail was arrogantly raised to go to the sky

"Hahaha! Listen up, all the brats! From now on, you know that Master Wen is following the lead! Otherwise, I invite you to drink your piss!"

However. . .in reality

The people on the whole street stopped in an instant, and the small fish vendors who were yelling and buying and selling were stunned. When they loosened their trembling fingers, the lively fish fell to the stone slab, and they kept fighting, their eyes turned white.

At this time, Wen Changlang, with his eyes closed, his long legs stretched out, and his big feet hidden under the tattered espadrilles, stepped on the sheriff in black police uniform, tossing and rolling.

The sheriff Wen Changlang stepped on the top of his head with a big foot, tremblingly took the electric baton from his waist

"Okay! In order to thank you, do I have to invite you to the prison for a prison meal!"

After being awakened by the electric shock, he was stunned again Wen Changlang: "..."

lie down. . .groove

police station.

"Sit down! Take out your national ID card!"

Wen Changlang shook his legs, stood up, went to his dilapidated wooden box, opened it, and the more he turned it over, the darker Wen Changlang's face turned out to be!

Wipe... Where's the cloth bag? ? ? ?

Although there is no money, the national ID card is in it!

Crouching in the corner of the cell, Wen Changlang's monstrous and coquettish face was stunned by reality.

Facing the wall, Wen Changlang quietly took out a talisman, and attached a breath of his own to it, and the talisman disappeared with one stroke.

If he were to find out who stole his national ID card, after he went out, he would have to be skinned!

Because Wen Changlang did not have a national ID card, he was judged as a black household. The black household swindled and cheated on the streets of Shenzhen, affecting the market atmosphere. Therefore, he was honorably entered into the police station and was sentenced to three months in prison.

Putting on the striped gray and white prison uniform, Wen Changlang was pushed towards the prison, disgusted at the same time.

"This dress is too ugly! It doesn't meet your Master Wen's aesthetics! Can you change it into a red one? It's festive!"

"Ha ha!"

Kicking his ass, the prison guard smiled coldly

"The white one is more festive, do you want it?"

Wen Changlang put his hips on his hips: "Yes! The white one is also good! It makes your Master Wen aloof!"

Prison guard: "Do you want the white that covers your head?"

Wen Changlang: "...don't"

With a bang, the cell door was closed, leaving only a small vent on the side of the wall.

Wen Changlang sighed and sat on the small wooden bed

"Unexpectedly, my dignified Wen family's most handsome ghost exorcist would be imprisoned! It doesn't make sense! It doesn't make sense!"

"Hey, brother! Little brother!"

On the opposite side of Wen Long Corridor, a shirtless... ugly man with an eagle tattooed on his stomach was waving at Wen Long Corridor.

Please forgive Wen Changlang for being an honest person who loves beauty and has a heart. Anyone whose appearance does not conform to his aesthetics is ugly in his eyes.

Wen Changlang ignored his waving, turned his head, and silently chanted a spell against the wall.

Unexpectedly, the shirtless man made do with his will, sat on the bed in Wen Changlang, with a flattering expression on his face

"Little brother, my bed is flooded and I can't sleep. Look, can we squeeze together tonight?"

Wen Changlang turned his head: "No."

"Hey, little brother, just one night, really just one night, please!"

Wen Changlang turned a deaf ear, just stretched his long legs, occupied the already narrow wooden bed, and answered his words with movements.

Seeing this, the shirtless man had no choice but to stand up resentfully and return to his bed.

At night, it was obviously an airtight prison, but there was the sound of the rustling wind blowing the leaves, and it was accompanied by subtle, crisp footsteps like stepping on dead branches.

The shirtless man on the opposite side of Wen Long Corridor, when he heard the voice, quickly covered the quilt over his head, the tattooed eagle on his stomach was so frightened that he swelled up, and it came again!

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a chilly air accompanied the wet footsteps that appeared one after another on the ground. The entire space was so quiet that only the sound of footsteps and panting could be heard.