Chapter 822: Fanwai: Qing Yunxiao is in prison

Life imprisonment, for a prisoner who can help him move around, is equivalent to leaving the prison alive.
Staying in the room where the sun is not there, Qing Yunxiao is very clear that the branches of the Qing family will not come to save him at all, let alone spend money to run relationships for him, and his son saves him ... More unlikely.
But he still had a hope in his heart. He stayed silent in this eight-person prison, and secretly wanted to drill a leak in the law.
However, it was only a few days after An ’s birthday. In the beginning, everyone did n’t touch him, thinking about his previous background. When the verdict was over, Qing Yunxiao ’s nightmare came.
Labor reform, regardless of who has been pampered, high-intensity physical work, daily meals that are not enough to eat, and after a few days, Qing Yunxiao loses weight.
Then it was time to take a bath together.
Before being out of prison, Qing Yunxiao had heard about some chicken incidents in prison.
Said to be in jail, those who have a better figure and a lighter skin will be stared at as if they were being crushed.
A pair of eyes stared at him, as if he had been pressed down ten million times by them without clothes, the creepy feeling made Qing Yunxiao's hair rushed up, and then quickly left the bathroom.
But the weather is hot and sweats every day.
So Qing Yunxiao knew that he was being watched, and every time he went to find someone when he was no one, but if he was delusional, he could avoid those who had long been planning, then he thought wrong.
No one, it's better to start.
While he was flushing, five or six people came out and pressed his shoulders and arms, and pressed Qing Yunxiao there, unable to move, and someone behind him slapped a few slappings on his hips.
"It feels good." Qing Yunxiao felt ashamed and struggling, trying to get rid of this miserable situation.
"Boss, hurry up, can't wait." Hehe smiled, and someone said.
Someone touched something randomly, smeared his hips, and then mounted a gun.
The whole body was cracked, as if it were exploded, and as if it was directly inserted into the body with a stick, Qing Yunxiao struggled to grit his teeth, and finally took a few steps forward when the people on both sides were relaxed.
"Don't!" The man behind him broke a swear word.
The crippled Qing Yunxiao did not take a few steps, and was directly dragged back and withdrawn. He slaps his head and covered his face with a slap, slaps him, making him dizzy and unable to find the north.
This time, he protected his head and finally saw the man behind him.
Bronze skin, thin and lean body, a scar on the face all the way to the neck.
Qing Yunxiao knew the man and was the "mixed head" of these cells. He heard that the murderer had entered and postponed the shooting.
The thin man was naked, and Dang Erlang walked towards him. The thing under him also wobbled. Although the body was thin, the thing under the man was not small.
The beaten dizziness, Qing Yunxiao was pressed to the ground again, the torn pain exploded again, the heavy stick went back and forth in the body, there was no bit of pleasure, only the numbness to the extreme humiliation and pain!
That day, Qing Yunxiao didn't know how he got back. He was half dead.
"Hey, boss, this guy seems to be incompetent, you see, the front is soft!" Unscrupulous evaluation of his fruit body, but also the bathroom, that "mixed head" blocked Qing Yunxiao again.
A crowd of laughter, while they were not prepared, Qing Yunxiao rushed forward, knocked the mocking man with a punch.
But then it was a beating and .
Inadvertently inserting Liuliu Chengyin, the days in jail were not one or two days. After a few months with "mixhead", "mixhead" was pulled out and shot.
With means and deliberations, Qing Yunxiao naturally became a "mixhead" in this prison.
Over time, he also likes the taste slowly. When he was "mixed" with chicken, he can also have some pleasure, and the inexplicable xing dysfunction has disappeared, but only others. When he was there, he could feel this pleasure.
Slowly, the taste in this prison, the delicious taste of these strong flesh, Qing Yunxiao seems to have discovered a new world, the taste of the pulp ...