When the prison guards left, in the empty prison, only Cesar and the Great Demon King of the flesh were left, facing each other.

Cesar stood nervously at the door, the crystal door had been locked by the prison guards from the outside, and could not be opened, at this time, he was hesitating whether to greet the eldest brother first, take the initiative to worship the eldest brother, or wait for the eldest brother's summons?

In the center of the room, the lump was just sitting, and there was a fat man two meters high, two meters wide, and two meters thick, still with his head down, muttering something unmoved. It seems to be: "Isn't it just a slipper!

There was a rumbling sound, the alloy prison door slowly fell, and the interior of the South Third District fell into silence again, and the atmosphere seemed very solemn.

The right one next door is still blocked by curtains, so I can't figure out the situation inside. The muscular bald head on the left on the opposite side glanced at Cesar secretly, then curled up into a ball and covered his ears with his hands. The gentleman who lived directly opposite put down the teacup in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the qiē happening on the opposite side with interest. The man in military uniform on the third from the right is still pretending to sleep, the garbage heap is still the garbage heap, the old man is not moved by foreign objects, and the mechanical grandfather is repairing the machinery......

At this time, the fat man finally raised his head, revealing a large face full of fat folds, and a chin with three layers on his neck alone!

Sniffing his nose, the fat peanut's little eyes locked on the bag in Cesar's hand, and asked greedily, "Little thing, do you have food?"

"Well, there is!" replied Cesar, with a shy smile. Seems like a good start. It can be used to improve the favorability of guò food.

"Hand it over!" said Peanut in a hurry, ignoring Cesar.

"Give!" stepped forward, Cesar took out a piece of cake left by Sister Mai and handed it to the fat man.

Grabbing, opening his mouth, and swallowing, the fat man stared at Cesar as if he had been ignited, and said anxiously: "Not enough!

Cesar took a deep breath, suppressed the displeasure in his heart, and asked, "Well, can I keep a piece?"

Cesar originally wanted to make a good first impression. But this fat man doesn't seem to know how to be a man. Asking for something is as brutal as robbery. I am not hungry and am happy to share food with my fellow inmates and establish a good relationship. However, these cakes are a piece of Sister Mai's heart, and she has to eat at least one piece. Instead of giving it all away like a grandson. Considering the identity of the other party. He didn't turn his face. Instead, he asked politely. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to work very well.

The fat man ignored the short and frail Cesar, and his huge fleshy palm slashed nimbly through the air. took away the boy's bag, but the boy on the other side didn't react at all.

"Ahh......h As for the Queen's Villa left in it, the Devil's Fly Nest, it was ignored because of its shabby appearance.

When the fat man took out the angel statue given by Sister Mai and was about to swallow it, Cesar couldn't help it anymore and said in a low voice: "Stop! Fat pig! Give me back the statue!"

"Huh?" Peanut looked up at Cesar with a murderous glint in his small eyes.

He thinks he is a 'kind' person, and he doesn't intend to bully newcomers, and he doesn't have any evil ideas such as chrysanthemum unspoken rules, but Cesar has a 'heavy treasure' and no corresponding strength, so he naturally has to hand it over. Besides, this is Shenwei Prison, educating newcomers, getting off the horse or something, it's all right!

Sensing that the guys around him didn't mean to stop it, the fat man was even more unscrupulous. Sure enough, newcomers who don't open their minds should be educated!

A slap on Cesar threw him against the wall, and the fat man spoke again: "Little worm, give me the belt and shoes on your body, I forgive you for your offense." As for this thing, it smells good, it's mine!"

The fat man's fingers were forced, and Sister Mai's statue revealed cracks, which were about to shatter, and Cesar's eyes breathed fire.

Although he didn't understand why the other party wanted his own shoes, taking off his belt reminded him of a lot of bad things. This is a godly prison, not a harmonious city, where the moral law is completely invalid, and it is about fists. Then, Cesar was no longer suppressed, the virus in his body broke out in full force, his muscles contracted and expanded, pieces of snake scales pierced his skin, and the whole person accelerated towards the fat man.

Sharp nails popped out of his fingertips, and a faint green gas wrapped around his palm, and Cesar turned his fingers into a knife and stabbed at the fat man's body.

The fat man flicked his left thumb, and the idol flew high, and then was grasped by his right hand. Then his free left hand made a random shift, just blocking Cesar's way. The five fingers were open, and the fat palms were half the size of Cesar's body.

"Die!" the virus multiplied violently, Cesar's arm had turned pure black, and then he urged the evil fist with all his might, and the hand knife wrapped in sharp energy easily stabbed into the fat man's palm.

When half of the forearm was embedded in the fat man's palm, Cesar realized that something was wrong, he did not pierce the fat man's arm at all, but only stabbed it. From another angle, the fat palm of the hand was like rubber, wrapping Cesar's knife without the slightest damage.

Cesar noticed that his arm could no longer move forward half a step, and the fat man clenched his palm, and with a 'click', crushed all the bones of the boy.

At this time, Cesalem snorted, and his right arm suddenly became weak, constantly shaking, and then pulled back. The right arm was drawn from the large fist like a soft whip, in the shape of a violent wave. His bones have become extremely strong, elastic and difficult to break, and his joints can be easily stretched out of place, if he needs to stretch his arms very long, or rotate and twist dozens of times.

Seeing that Cesar was not injured, the fat man threw away the statue in his hand, then put his palms together and slapped Cesar like a mosquito.

The shoes on his feet were torn apart by sharp energy, Cesar accelerated barefoot, and the snake ran out of a strange S course, and the phantom and the fat man's palm staggered, and the real body slammed into his head.

The scales of the arms stood erect, and Cesar's arms softened at the same time, intertwining and wrapping around the fat man's erect neck several times.

The next moment, put your feet on the shoulders of the fat man. Citsa, crouching behind the fat man, pulled his arms hard, and shouted, "Evil snake, double white scale saw!"

Blood spurted out, and the high-speed spinning arms left a spiral wound on Peanut's neck. The flesh is flying, and there is no good piece of meat on the fat man's neck.

The blood soon stopped, and Cesar's mortal wound to the peanut was only a skin wound. When Cesar wanted to eject away from the fat man's back, he felt that his feet had stepped into a soft quagmire, and he could not borrow any strength.

Feet sink into fat. Peanut's shoulders tightened. Hold Cesar to the death. Then he threw his arms back and grabbed Cesar's body.

"Die to me!" The palm of his hand swelled violently, and it had exceeded the size of the boy's body.

There was a 'boom', and several nearby prisons shook violently. Interior furniture. Items on the table. At the same time, out of gravity, jumped up.

When a qiē returned to the ground, Peanut also withdrew his palm. Cesar on the ground. He was slapped into the alloy floor motionless, leaving only a large five-finger print.

"Nasty flies!" Picking up the statue on the ground, Peanut rubbed his neck, white fat flowed from the wound, closing the skin and flesh of the valgus, and in the blink of an eye, it was healed.

Cesar, who was trapped in the floor, was unconscious, but his breathing was becoming more and more rapid, and his mouth made a sound of "ho, ho, ho, ......", which was both a gasp and a laugh. And his nostrils, mouth, eye sockets, ears, and pores all over his body are constantly releasing dark green dead air outward.

These dark green death qi are the purest power in Cesar's body, which was transformed into a highly toxic death energy by Elsa. However, both the quality and quantity of energy far exceed the median level.

"Huh?" the fat man, who was about to eat the statue, turned his head and stared at the 'smoking' Cesar suspiciously, thinking.

After eating his slap, no matter what kind of suffering, he should have broken bones and passed out honestly. Cesar was able to live, and he was already considered physically strong. But what's the matter with these green smokes? The quality of energy is no different from one's. Could this kid be that kind of freak?

The power system circulating on the mainland of Ceylon is just a compilation of laws summarized by people through a large number of examples, and it is only applicable to the majority of capable people, and it is not an authoritative standard. In this world full of hanging B, there is always a large group of monsters with extraordinary talents, invincible at the same level, and murderous monsters at the same level.

For example, 'Shadow Body' Morgan, if he has the opportunity to obtain a harm-level organ and can carry it, then when he enters the school, he will have the ability to kill the level. And a lucky person like Cesar, who has a scar of sin, four talents, and a variety of inheritances, can also be regarded as a member of the bottom of the B army. There is nothing wrong with the fat man's idea.

At this time, the inside of the prison was already filled with green dead air, and the visibility was greatly reduced. The fat man shook his palm, dispelled the dead air in front of him, and decided to give Cesara another heavy blow, completely removing the threat posed by this strange little fellow, and leaving it to his fate whether he would live or die.

Just as the fat man raised his palm and was about to attack Cesar, Em, the military uniform man in the third right next door, finally spoke: "Enough!"

The fat man hesitated and confiscated his hand. The feeling that this kid gives him is getting weirder and more dangerous!

At the moment when the fat man was about to make a move, Cesar on the ground finally erupted, and a large amount of dead air spurted out of his body, enveloping his body. The curtain on the right side next door was opened, the gentleman in the opposite cell rubbed his eyes, and Em, who was third from the right, also raised his head, but unfortunately the second right was green and quiet, and he couldn't see anything.

Peanut inside the cell waved his arms in an effort to dispel the dead smoke in front of him. Looking in the direction where Cesar was, a vague figure could be vaguely seen, compared to the previous boy, this figure was even taller, and the momentum exuded was even more terrifying, it was completely a hazard level! Although he only had the energy of the lower rank, it gave him a sense of threat from the upper position.

On the other side, Cesar, who opened his eyes again, had an extremely strange feeling.

It's like watching someone else play a game, and although it's a first-person perspective, the body is completely uncontrollable, as if it's being controlled by another consciousness. And your own brain, your own consciousness, completely belong to yourself, you can clearly feel every move of the body, the trajectory of blood and energy circulation in the body, but it is like sublimation, you can detach from the body and think for yourself.

In short, he can't control his own actions, he can only follow his eyes to see what he can see, listen to what he can hear, and feel every move his body makes, but he can't interfere, he can't speak, he can't turn his eyes, but he can ignore a qiē and think independently.

The body is charged!

Cesar's heart was furious, and he could not control his fear.

The next moment, he felt that his heart was filled with irrepressible ecstasy, and his whole soul trembled!

"Dare to bully my little, don't you want to live?" Fat pig!" (to be continued......)

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