The soldier was taken back to the cell, and the guy who was not a prisoner at all was smoking with the other soldiers, which was unimaginable.

As this group of prisoners was purified, he also entered Xiang Du's room with the support of the soldiers.

Ke Yi's mind was still echoing Xiang Du's words just now. In the years when entering the church, no one except the older generation of messengers and maids spoke to themselves in this educational tone, and believers treated themselves respectfully.

The door opened again, and this time there was no soldiers escorting him. Mr. Bu stood under the open door frame and his eyes focused on Ke Yi.

But it was like waking up from a dream and greeted Mr. Bu: "Hello."

"Ah, hello."

Mr. Bu staggered and sat down opposite Ke Yi, his eyes never left from beginning to end.

But he also recited poems according to the usual practice. Mr. Bu continued to listen to them word by word. He did not listen to the specific content at all, but just listened to the sound.

As he listened, Mr. Bu suddenly reached out and grabbed Ke Yi's wrist. The latter was trembling all over his body, and instantly pulled back his hand, and issued a warning: "I am a handmaid, please respect yourself."

"I'm sorry, I'm so excited." Mr. Bu looked at his empty hands dryly, "You look very much like my wife. We haven't seen each other in many years."

This sentence sounds like Ke Yi, which is clearly flirting. She closed the scriptures, closed her eyes and prayed silently for herself.

Mr. Bu said to himself: "A maid like you should have no contact with his family."

"You misunderstood, I have a mother."

"Oh, yes, how is she doing? Do you visit her often? Is your mother as beautiful as you?"

"Please don't talk about my mother like this. It's rude. Moreover, my mother has passed away, so you should stop thinking too much."

Mr. Bu was struck by lightning. He had paid attention to the situation of the mother and daughter. His wife has always been healthy.

"The maid cannot lie."

"I didn't lie. My mother often went to take care of some patients and was infected with some diseases. The disease broke out very suddenly. Ten days ago... In short, my mother is a very good person and I don't want to hear anything blasphemous words in your mouth."

"Oh, that's it." Mr. Bu gradually felt sad and lost, and he slowly got up and walked out of the room.

The door was gently closed, but opened her eyes and tears flowed down her cheeks on both sides. She lay on the table, allowing her already dull heart to vent her sadness unscrupulously.

Obviously, his mother passed away, she still had to show a peaceful appearance, and the prisoner still used vulgar language to thrust her heart.

After leaving the room, Mr. Bu's face changed instantly, and he quickly got along with the soldiers. With laughter and joy, he took out a stack of money from his pocket and stuffed it into the hands of the highest-level guy here.

"Take your brothers and have a good meal, I'm back."

"Mr. Bu is such a noble man."

Mr. Bu laughed loudly and was also supported to return to his cell.

Xiang Du looked at the prisoner who didn't look like a prisoner and led the soldiers into the cell, then turned his back to the prison door after the soldiers left.

Several prisoners laughed and discussed a certain maid, which made the prisoner who had never seen him very jealous.

They also claimed that if they could have been with such a woman last time, they would have no regrets in their lives.

Mr. Bu's body trembled slightly, and he slowly turned around and wrote the faces of all the prisoners who were talking about this in his mind one by one.

The moment Xiang Du touched Mr. Bu's eyes, it seemed to be exposed to a row of neat blades. He had never seen such a terrifying look before.

The prisoners were still talking and laughing, and some even shouted at a fabricated name, making obscene moves on their lower body.

Half an hour later, these prisoners were also tired of making trouble, and the little fun in their boring life was infinitely magnified on their side.

A white figure appeared in the prison, but in an environment that was not commensurate with me, she was looking for one cell after another under huge psychological pressure.

In my ears are the strange tone of the prisoners.

She finally stopped outside Xiangdu's cell and whispered to Xiangdu: "When you leave this place, I hope to talk to you again."

Xiang Du was about to respond, but was interrupted by a prisoner's loud shout: "Baby! Come to Dad! Dad will give you care!"

But as much as possible, she filtered the obscene clichés in her ears, she asked Xiang Du again: "Can you promise me?"

"Okay, I will go, you'd better leave quickly." Xiang Du nodded.

“Thank you very much.”

But he also covered the hood on the white cloak and quickly left the cell.

Mr. Bu's eyes spit out flames, and when he turned his back again, those vicious words still echoed in his ears.

The two big and thick men beside him looked at their boss's ups and downs, and looked at each other nodded.

As night came, soldiers on night knocked on the prison door with sticks, and the prisoners were awakened from their sleep.

The soldier opened the cell, looked around, and pointed at Xiang Du: "You! Come out!"

Xiang Du had already adapted to his current life. He stood up and lowered his head, and said with a flattering expression that had never appeared since he was born: "Sir, I did nothing wrong. I have transformed it well and I prayed to the gods before going to bed."

"What are you talking about? A scumbag comes out!"

Xiang Du heard this harsh scum, and had no temper, so he was locked onto a chain and followed obediently.

The anklet was dragged onto the ground, and the sound echoed in the quiet prison.

He thought he had done nothing wrong, but who knows, he would be beaten if he found a reason.

The soldier took him outside the house where he was purified during the day, squatted down and unblocked the chains for him, then pointed to the door and said, "You go in, I'll wait for you outside."

The sudden change shocked Xiang Du. He was uneasy and pushed open the door and went in.

The room was burning with lights, and Mr. Bu and his two entourages were waiting for him here.

"Here you come." Mr. Bu pointed to the chair opposite and said, "Sit."

Xiang Duluo was relieved. He thought he had never offended this person.

Mr. Bu's follower poured tea to Xiang Du, and the rising steam filled the light from the oil lamp.

Xiang Du is no longer surprised that this person can receive such preferential treatment.

Mr. Bu smiled kindly. Now, this place is like his home, and he can do whatever he wants.

"Are you curious about why I am so different from you when I am in jail?" Mr. Bu said with a smile, "Money, my child, money. As long as you have money, you can be like me, it depends on whether you want to."

Xiang Du didn't reply, holding the teacup in both hands to keep warm.

Mr. Bu continued: "I have investigated your affairs, but it is not actually an investigation. I just need to ask the soldiers under my care here and anyone can know the news.

But you are different. I have put a lot of effort into you. From your birth to today's jail, everything has been imprinted in my mind. It can be seen that you are a good person, at least you don't have any bad intentions."

"I do not understand."

"I can give you money, a lot of money, and the tax you owed is a drop in the bucket compared to this money."

"What do you want me to do?" Xiangdu looked at Mr. Bu vigilantly, "I won't kill anyone, even if it's a prisoner."

"You have a very detailed observation, which is good. But I don't want to kill someone and you, so you can rest assured." Mr. Bu clapped his palms, "I need you to get close to someone. So far, you are the most qualified."

A follower took out a box behind the table, and he brought it to Xiang Dushen, and then opened it.

Sometimes, money really shines, at least in Xiangdu's opinion.

The box of paper money and a few gold coins.

The entourage closed the box and stepped aside, and Mr. Bu asked, "Do you accept it?"

"Why is it me?"

"Because you can talk to her, I have never heard of her taking the initiative to ask someone for a conversation, especially a man. Of course, the most important thing is that you are short of money."

Xiang Du's heart was pounding. Isn't this just that money has dropped from heaven? Anyone will be moved.

"Is it that handmaid?"

"Yes, it's her."

Xiang Du had a wonderful guess, and he asked Mr. Bu: "Do you like her?"

This sentence is followed by it, about the ages of two people who are not commensurate, but don’t say this sentence.
Chapter completed!