The Villain Has Blackened Again

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Chapter 157, White, come over

Nan Yan silently wiped his face and seriously became his own little turtle.

A total of twelve and a half laps, Nan Yan insisted on running, and then quickly walked a circle, walked slowly, and finally did not breathe.

Nanxun looked around and saw that King Luo had disappeared. It was estimated that he was too slow to wait for the little turtle to go, or the other party did not regard him as his own.

Because of the expectation, Nanxun is not lost.

The third child was brought up by the fourth and fifth, and the guy spit out when he ran.

Then he looked at Nanhao, who was not the first to run the fart, and he couldn’t speak.

"It's okay, just run as much as you can. You can see that the fourth and fifth are all right. This is all done." Nan Yan smiled at him, listening to comfort, but the look of the little arrogant person I really want to throw a fist.

A group of grandfathers were so tired that they were so tired that they were lying or sitting on the lawn in the middle of the playground. Some of them were indecently scratching, and the birds were scratching. The action was very ecstasy.

Nanxun looked up at the sky, suddenly some sad, do not know whether it became a man's sake, the attributes of his men in the bones were multiplied by the times, when the man did not have the slightest sense of violation.

But now, he is still a little fresh in the men, he is really afraid to stay with this group of rough men, become the same rough man.

It is terrible to think about it.

It was not long before the morning run, it was time to eat breakfast. This time, Nanxun took the lesson and ran back to the cell in a smoky rush. After rushing to wash the lunch box, he rushed to the big dining hall.

There are a total of eighteen windows in the dining hall, but there is no soup for breakfast, so there are six windows that are not open. In the usual window of the rice, two large rice porridges and a vertical steamer **** were placed, six windows were opened, and the window of the pickles and eggs was opened. There were also six windows with a total of twelve windows.

At this moment, there are twelve windows, each of which has been lined up for a long time.

Nanxun was shocked by the densely stunned head. He forgot that the two or three hundred people who were running, the prisoners in the A and B areas had nearly a thousand, and those who did not go to the morning run. When people come together, they will go there, and people will definitely be inevitable.

Nanxun was silently behind a team of porridge and hoe.

Congee and steamed buns can only choose one type. Nanxun likes to eat steamed buns, so he decided to choose steamed buns later.

Not long after, the Nanxun, who was lined up with peace of mind, found a commotion around him. He looked at the entrance of the cafeteria with the eyes of everyone.

It is the king of the king.

The man squatted in his pocket and straightened his lunch box with one hand, and was rushing to the side.

His gaze fell directly on the first person in the staple food window. The man was scared and shook his body. He quickly moved the seat away and nodded. "Grandpa, you, you are here, this is for you." , you please, please, please."

Milo glanced at him and took his position unkindly.

The master of the rice meal was him, and the hand holding the porridge spoon shook, silently gave him two more scoops, and put two white noodles.

Milo swept the master and glanced: "Thank you."

After the meal, Jurassic took the pickles and eggs in the same way, and walked slowly toward his old window.

Nan Wei, who silently lined up:...

No matter what, he is also the person who has just defeated the knife. The reputation should also be spread out. Oh, no one will let him jump in the queue?

What Nanxun didn't know was that he was too animal-friendly, and he didn't take the initiative to pick things up. After he observed it for a long time, he had already classified him as a Class A person. As long as he didn't take the initiative, others would be happy to see it. To him.

In the Meiji prison, prisoners are divided into five categories.

The number one is the S-type person. If you see the king and the knife, you will see the person, and you will have to open the door. You have to take the initiative to give way. Otherwise, you will start to come. Just waiting for the head to break the blood.

The second type is the A-type person, which is the B-zone prisoner Jihe and Nanxun. They are very powerful and they are very fierce. But these people don’t seem to like to pick things up. You will let the position, if you don't speak, you will not see it.

The third type is B-type people. They are attached to S-class or A-class people, such as the younger brothers of the knife and the younger brothers of Jihe, who belong to the kind of shit.

The fourth type is C-class people, and it is also the most common one. They are bullying and fearing hard. When they meet the SAB class, they have to be convinced. Only the fifth class, that is, the D-class, can let them find the pleasure of bullying.

Class D people are a vulnerable group in the prison. They have neither cuddling nor skill. Whenever they see it, they want to step on their feet. In the Meiji prison, the highest suicide rate is the D class.

The master of the rice-filled dish is very neat, and the jingle will give you a good two, so Nanxun did not wait too long, but when it was the turn of Nanxun to cook, the soft white **** was gone, only Left rice porridge.

After the meal, Nanxun found a team of pickled vegetables slowly, and when he arrived, the three pickles all bottomed out.

"Small six children, here!" Dupan waved at him all the time.

Now that this guy is honest, he also knows to occupy the seat of Nanxun.

Nancy took his own lunch box and walked over. Dupan and Tie Ge had already taken the seat. The position of the four-seat, he and the old three were on a first-come-first-served basis, and the rest went to grab the position.

The porridge was very thick, and the south simmered in a porridge. The empty stomach was a lot more comfortable, but he glanced at the **** in the iron brother's lunch box, and he lost his eyes.

Nanzhao, who is preparing for a big mouth, the next moment, the action is abrupt.

"Little white." In the distance, suddenly someone called him.

With this scream, the noisy canteen squatted and calmed down.

When the king of Jurassic opened his mouth, no one dared to scream, and he was afraid that his big door would overtake him.

Dupan, opposite Nanxun, swallowed his throat and squeezed his eyes, indicating that Nanxuan looked back.

Nanxun twisted his head a little bit, aiming at the canteen window that went straight to the 45-degree angle.

Under the big window, at the dining table surrounded by four empty dining tables, Jurassic sat on the chair, leaning toward the south side, with long legs on the other side where no one was sitting, knees bent and straight. The lines are more and more apparent that the legs are slender and straight.

His elbows were on the table and he was looking at Nanxun with his head.

A little, his thin lips moved slightly, and he screamed again, "Little white, come over."

Said, the long white fingers pointed at Nanxun, a slight hook.

Nanxun listened to this as a puppy name, and then looked at it like a sip of a puppy, and the mouth was slightly pumped.

This big Buddha of the King of Luo, such a call, and then a hook, hey, countless eyes hit the Nanxun.