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Chapter 814 Prisoners on the Fourth Floor

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    When Han Fei heard that there were no cells on the fourth floor, he was speechless.

    So, Xue Shenqi locked himself up with an unknown and mysterious strong man?  Then why do you want to swallow sea shells if you are crazy about music?  What if you are robbed?

    However, he then thought about it: If he was really that powerful, there was no reason why he would snatch things from a junior like him.  How much of a loss is that?

    After another calculation, if Xue Shenqi wanted to kill himself, he would not shut himself up in the Star Prison.  You can find any reason why you can't kill yourself in any way?  Why send yourself to the fourth level of Shattered Star Prison?

    After figuring it out, Han Fei was naturally not afraid anymore. He was not letting himself die anyway.

    Han Fei walked into the barrier without hesitation, and Zhang Teng was confused. Is this kid so big-hearted?  As the warden, I dare not enter a place, but you just go in with a smile?

    Since he couldn¡¯t figure it out, Zhang Teng didn¡¯t bother to think about it.

    They are all big guys, no one can afford to offend them.  It's not that he's afraid of the Thug Academy, but it's an academy with many legendary stories that cannot be inferred based on common sense.

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    As soon as Han Fei entered the barrier, he was stunned.

    This is actually the other side of space, just like Broken Star, it is built in a secret realm.

    Han Fei saw a garden where flowers emitting all kinds of strange lights were blooming, just like the luminous water plants seen in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Outside of the foot, there is a piece of land, with trees and woodland in the distance.  As far as the eye can see, there is a large natural open-air vegetable patch, a winding river, and a small house beside the river.

    In front of the house, there are several square stone platforms with some fish skins scattered on them.

    In front of one of the stone platforms, a middle-aged man wearing gray cloth and neatly combed hair was writing with a pen in his hand.

    This is completely different from the prison in Han Fei's imagination.

    ??Broken Star Prison, do you call this a prison?  Whose prison is so well built?

    The man didn¡¯t even raise his head, still writing something seriously.  This made Han Fei not know what to do for a while.

    Han Fei thought: That is a strong person!  You can't just go up and say hello: "What are you writing about? I'll help you grow eyes?"

    If you really do that, will people slap you to death?

    Han Fei paused for a long time, then saw the man raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at Han Fei, and said casually: "Build the house by yourself, cut the wood by yourself, and make the food in the kitchen by yourself."

    Han Fei: "???"

    Han Fei was speechless: Are you so easy-going?  He speaks in a gentle manner, without any airs or pressure from a strong man.

    Han Fei couldn't help but asked: "Where is the kitchen?"

    The man wrote something again. He seemed to be very satisfied with his work and nodded in admiration.  Then, he straightened up and looked at a stone platform by the river: "There!"

    Han Fei glanced at it, you call that a kitchen?  That's a stone platform Hey!  Wait, what is that above, a spice box?

    Han Fei wanted to ask at that time: "Brother, when did you wear it? Why are you so awesome?"

    As soon as Han Fei sensed it, he realized, what the hell kind of condiments are they?  They were all kinds of dried spiritual fruits, some of which were indeed ground.

    Han Fei thought for a moment and said, "Where should I put my house?"

    The man didn¡¯t even raise his head and continued to write: ¡°You can do whatever you want! This place is so big and empty.¡±

    Han Fei found that his strength was still there.  The aura here is barely adequate.  In all aspects, they were not suppressed, so they didn¡¯t care.

    You ask me to build a house, then I will build it, what are you afraid of?

    After a while, the labor force ran over quickly, dragging a few big trees.  Han Fei casually split the wood into many pieces.

    ¡°duang¡­duang¡­¡±

    ¡°Ding ding ding!¡±

    Han Feizhen built a tree house.

    Halfway through the ride, I heard the middle-aged man writing: "If you are impatient, you should be more careful in your work. After all, the house is for living in. How about just banging on a few boards and calling it a day?"

    Han Fei's thoughts moved and Xia Ritian stopped. Han Fei couldn't help but said: "Then, build a palace?"

    The man smiled faintly: "Arrogance When doing things, you should start from small things. Building a house is like practicing cultivation. The foundation must be laid firmly. The shortcomings in all aspects must be filled. The training and application of combat skills must be closely integrated and built again."

    Han Fei¡¯s eyelids twitched a few times: Yes, you are the boss, you keep your word.  Isn¡¯t it okay if I take my time?

    &nIt's almost dinner time.  "

    ¡°Oh oh oh!¡±

    Han Fei originally wanted to use himself to refine materials from heaven and earth.  Now that I think about it, it seems a bit embarrassing, so I won¡¯t take it out.

    However, Han Fei wondered for a long time: I have never eaten a dragon!  How to make this thing?  Nervous.

    Han Fei sighed slightly: Forget it, let¡¯s make sweet and sour carp first!

    Thinking of this, Han Fei placed the eight-tailed golden carp on the stone platform, and a top-notch long knife appeared in his hand. After cleaning up the carp, he was going to pull out the fishy tendons on both sides, and then tilted the knife at a 45-degree angle.  Slice the fish evenly and diagonally.

    result.

    With such a slash, sparks flashed out.

    Han Fei: "???"

    Han Fei swallowed again and looked at the top-quality spiritual weapon in his hand. Are there any restrictions on cooking utensils now?

    Han Fei looked at the middle-aged man and saw that the latter had no reaction. He immediately gritted his teeth, put away the best long sword, and took out the Qiankun Sword.

    "Pfft!"

    This time, I was finally able to cut it.

    However, what Han Fei didn't know was that when he took out the Qiankun Sword, the middle-aged man's mouth curved into a faint smile.

    Han Fei was about to take care of it when he heard the middle-aged man say: "Keep the tail and scales yourself."

    Han Fei's heart suddenly moved: Is it the Eight-tailed Feather and the One-inch Golden Scale?  He has been paying attention to these two things for a long time, and he is still thinking about how to ask for them?

    However, looking at the middle-aged man's calm appearance, Han Feixin said: Maybe he doesn't care at all.

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