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Extreme exhaustion made Ling Yao fall asleep unconsciously.

Although his heart was full of resentment, it was undeniable that his body could rest better when he was with him.

When he got up the next day, his fever subsided, and his head, which had been dizzy all the time, was a little clearer, and he was able to get out of bed and walk around.

The prison guard who delivered the food found that his condition was better, so he pulled him out immediately and asked him to participate in labor like everyone else. He no longer delivered food to him, but let him go to the group cafeteria by himself.

Ling Yao is no longer the pampered treasure he used to be, the treasure that Zhang Fan protects in his palm, so naturally he has no right to choose.

Putting on his crumpled clothes and shoes silently, Ling Yao also gave up his requirement of tidy clothes, his face was still stained with tears from the night, and his eyes were full of dust, he didn't care.

Walking out of the cell, the hot air came, surrounded by prisoners shouting about the hot weather, and the fierce sunlight hit his face, he closed his eyes tightly, but the too strong light still penetrated his thin eyelids, There was a dizzying white light in front of his eyes.

Under such circumstances, he shouldn't let the sun hurt his eyes, which had been soaked in tears all night, but Ling Yao was unwilling to lower his head.

He didn't feel hot, but because of the sunlight, his icy body, from the outside to the inside, even produced a kind of warmth in the bone marrow that had been completely cooled.

He seemed to feel that sunlight could dispel all the decaying darkness in his body and bring him new hope.

The prison guard looked at the young man reverently raising his head towards the sun. His quietness was out of place in such a filthy place, and the noise of the surrounding prisoners became the background noise.

And he seemed to be alone in the world, as if the next moment he would be like dust flying in the sun, feathering or disappearing into the air.

He shook his head, puzzled by his stupidity just now, but as a prison guard, he had to play his role well.

"What are you thinking, hurry up and go to work and reform, and try to—" He stopped talking again, and suddenly remembered that this man came in for murder, and he didn't behave like other prisoners who beat, killed, and killed thieves and thieves. If the sentence is good, the sentence can be reduced.

He didn't speak at all, took out the stick from his waist, and pushed it against his back, making him follow up with the large army quickly.

Ling Yao wiped his face and numbly walked into the lazy team in uniform.

Seeing that he didn't have much meat, he looked like he could fall down when the wind blows, and no one would let him do manual labor, so the management staff finally arranged him on the mechanical assembly line.

There were four people in their group including him, one with a vicious bald head, and the other a lame man. It is said that he was sent in with half of his leg broken because of robbery.

There is another one who is as thin and thin as him, with a pale face, narrow and dark eyes, and a scar on his right eye, and he is not a very easy-going person.

Ling Yao had no intention of getting close to them. He just hid in a corner and remained silent, trying his best to fumble for the machine.

In the prison, there are also many contacts with people of the world. These three people also have connections to get such a relaxed position, and their personalities are naturally arrogant.

They have been here for some years, relying on the old to sell the old, vicious and hard to change, bullying the weak and fearing the hard.In the past, newcomers would flatter and flatter them as soon as they came in, but it was rare for Ling Yao to be so silent. They almost suspected that he was dumb.

The bald-headed man stared at him for a while, seeing that he really didn't see him, or that he deliberately ignored him when he saw him, a fire came up, and he was even more angry when he saw the pile of work in front of him. From the heart, "Stinky boy! Get over here!"

Ling Yao gritted his teeth, moved his cheeks slightly, and ignored him.

The cripple kept his hands away from watching the play, and he was short of breath when he saw that the new young guy was really not up to the mark. Although he had difficulty in moving, his hands were really strong. He twisted Ling Yao's arm fiercely, and said viciously: "Hear No! I called you over!"

Ling Yao suppressed the anger in his heart, and reluctantly walked to his side.

The bald man took a look at him, snorted out his nostrils, and deliberately tormented him, bossing him around, "This, and these, I will finish all of this!"

A large pile of parts was pushed to Ling Yao's eyes, making a clanging sound. They were covered with oil stains and exuded a pungent gasoline smell. Ling Yao frowned, shook his head, and expressed his refusal.

He can't even complete his own task, let alone help them.

In their eyes, Ling Yao's refusal was an expression of ignorance.

The bald man looked at him in disbelief, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he immediately cursed, spitting all over the place, the aggressive aura made Ling Yao turn his head in disgust.

"You have a bad temper?! You still refuse to do what I tell you?"

How can a new prisoner have the right to refuse?It's unlucky to see his dying face, how dare you avoid him?Almost instantly, the tyranny in the bald man's body was provoked by him.

He didn't hit hard or lightly, and pushed Ling Yao violently.

He didn't expect that with such a push, Ling Yao would be pushed one meter away by him as if he had no weight.

His weak body was not strong enough to withstand his brute force, Ling Yao backed up again and again, and fell to the ground when he was unsteady, knocking his head on the hard machine next to him.

"You—how are you lighter than girls—" The man looked at his hands in surprise, then distanced himself from Ling Yao in a bewildered manner, and hurriedly separated the blame, "Hey, hey, you fell it yourself ah."

Ling Yao's consciousness was fuzzy, and he could only cry out in pain. The bald man explained dryly, so he had to pull the cripple who was watching the show and another man with the scar who was silent, with threatening eyes, "You all You see, he couldn't stand himself, right?"

The scarred man ignored him, but the cripple nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, it's just that he can't stand firmly, I can see it."

Ling Yao's vision blurred suddenly, the back of his head became hot, and something seemed to flow out.

He touched the painful spot with trembling hands, and put it in front of his eyes, his hands were sticky, and there was an unpleasant smell of blood, the redness of his hands hurt his eyes, this situation was against his will , brutally dragging his thoughts back to the moment when he killed Fang Xin with a knife in his hand.

The blood in his brain surged rapidly, from head to toe with overwhelming momentum, making his world dark and dark.

The cold floor against his cheek seemed to make him feel like he was in an ice cellar, only his still beating heart gave him the feeling that he was alive.

Gradually losing consciousness, he could only see that the people in front of him were all retreating far away in a blur, and no one was willing to step forward to save him.

Then, two prison guards in uniform came, pushed the person next to him away, and rushed towards him.

Ling Yao's memory was frozen here, and he closed his eyes weakly.

His body was hugged, and he had the illusion of staying in Zhang Fan's arms again.

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Because the Lord is more indulgent, this article was left out... Sorry for the slow update~