After Baichi distributed a cigarette to everyone in the room, he returned to his tenth seat and sat down, lit the cigarette with a lighter, and took a nice puff. Regarding the issue of cigarettes, Baichi was not stingy, no matter who it was,

Including the wretched man, General Wang Heping, who forced Zijianglou into prison, was also given one.

"Bai Chi, let's fight!"

While Bai Chi was squinting his eyes to anesthetize himself, a somewhat flattering voice sounded in Bai Chi's ears. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was a wretched man, blinking and looking at him with a pitiful look on his face, and holding a strange weapon in his hand.

The thing looks like something rolled up in newspaper.

Looking around, not only the wretched man, but also the unfamiliar guys around him were looking at Baichi eagerly. They probably hadn't seen the smell of cigarettes in months, and they all stared at Baichi hungrily.

His mouth was full of smoke, but his eyes staring at Bai Chi were a little more grateful and less jealous and resentful.

Bai Chi took out a lighter from the pocket of his trousers without a belt and handed it to the young man named Wei Jiabao next to him. Then he looked at the gadget in the wretched man's hand strangely and asked.

"What's in your hand? A cigarette too?"

The wretched man had a big smile on his face at this time. He handed the thing in his hand to Bai Chi for viewing. At the same time, he took out about two-thirds of the cigarettes from his pocket, which was exactly what Bai Chi had just given to him.

That cigarette. Then he took out an old newspaper from another pocket, then looked at Bai Chi with a resentful look and said

"Didn't I say before that to save money, one cigarette should be smoked as three cigarettes to show the effectiveness. Cigarettes are really expensive in the shop, and you can't buy them even if you have money. The thing you have is called a trumpet

, many people in the club smoke like this."

After saying that, he looked at Bai Chi's stunned eyes and continued with some complacency.

"Don't be stupid. I'll roll one and you can see how it tastes."

As he spoke, he folded the old newspaper, and then neatly tore off a strip of newspaper one inch wide and three inches long. Finally, he cut off the remaining cigarette in half and tore off the outer skin, leaving only

Put the cut tobacco on the paper strip. After doing it for a while, you licked it with the corner of your mouth and stuck it on. The top was also twisted into a small braid. Then it was rolled into a handmade cigarette, commonly known as: Trumpet!

Bai Chi curiously took the horn from the wretched man's hand, and looked at the wretched man doubtfully, meaning to ask: Can this thing be smoked?

The wretched male king Heping saw Bai Chi's confused eyes and said quickly

"You take one puff, and you will know that I am not lying to you. A full tube is more reliable than a whole cigarette in your hand. Hehe! Let me tell you, trumpet rolling is also a skill, and ordinary people can't learn it.

It is not easy to roll the horn without leakage or air blockage."

Bai Chi, who was full of curiosity, put the thin end of the horn on his lips, twisted off the braid on the horn, took the lighter that Wei Jiabao returned, lit it, and took a sip as usual.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough! Damn, it's so fierce!"

The frail Bai Chi was choked by a strong and spicy smell. The smoke poured into his organs and nasal cavity, and tears immediately flowed out.

"Slow down, slow down, take small puffs at first, inhale slowly, then close your eyes and feel the smoke flowing in your lungs, feel the feeling that makes you head up, do you feel good?"

Wang Heping looked at Bai Chi with wonder and asked.

Bai Chi wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, rolled his eyes, and looked at Wang Heping strangely. Can't you tell that this guy is quite seductive? But to be honest, the smell of this speaker is indeed excellent.

The most important thing is that there is a hint of newspaper aroma in the speaker, and the smoke smell is pure. It has a unique flavor when you smoke it and taste it carefully. To be honest, the taste may not be worse than high-priced cigarettes.

[The above speakers are absolutely real. If you don’t believe it, you can test the power of the speakers for yourself. But remember, you must use old newspapers, not the hard-faced ones with colorful advertisements. The white edges of old newspapers are better.

Oh! The mellow smell of smoke will leave you with endless aftertaste. Of course, your skills must pass. Okay, let’s get down to business!]

After taking a few intoxicating puffs, Bai Chi felt dizzy in his mind and temporarily forgot his worries. He couldn't help but think of Wu Zi's words: A cigarette after a meal is better than a living god!

After a long time, Bai Chi slowly opened his eyes and looked at the wretched male Wang Heping who had returned to the General Building. He couldn't help but feel a little fondness for him in his heart. The prisoner can be quite cute sometimes! Thinking of this, Bai Chi took some money from his pocket.

He took out two cigarettes and walked to Wang Heping and said

"Come on, I just smoked your horn, these two cigarettes are compensation for you. Take it!"

Wang Heping looked startled, his voice suddenly trembled when he spoke, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist. He took the cigarette from Bai Chi with both hands and said gratefully.

"Thank you, Brother Bai!"

Wang Heping's gratitude at this time was not unreasonable. He had lived an inhumane life in 308 for several months. Everyone beat and scolded him and never treated him as a human being. He slept next to the toilet.

On top of that, the food is also the least and worst.

Sometimes he even had to be robbed of half of his share of the food. These things were bearable, but what was unbearable was that he was often asked to tell stories, telling stories about how he forced his convicts to seduce women as a joke.

It doesn't matter if you say it's okay, the problem is that those bastards demand detailed explanations of how to do it, how to take it off, how to get in, and how to lick it.

Those people enjoyed it and never tired of it, asking him to tell stories day after day. He himself remembered that in just a few months, he had been asked to tell at least hundreds of women's stories, those with human bodies and animal brains.

The guy didn't even think about it, he was not a prostitute? How could he have had so many women? There were so many that he was afraid of being shot a hundred times.

But there is nothing I can do. I can't beat myself. I can only learn from the previous Japanese AV movies and replace the male protagonist with myself. The women will have to make do with the Japanese ones. Then there will be endless stories. No

Fa, this is all forced by life, you evil prison boss!

I just feel sorry for those AV actresses in Japan. Everyone in cell 308 was laughed at by everyone in cell 308, ten thousand times, ten thousand times! It was too miserable to look at!

Damn you, why do these people have so much energy? In the middle of the night, they had to rub themselves until their balls hurt. The five girls even scratched their skins and couldn’t stop. They also had to use the Baiqueling hand cream.

Rub it on your hands, and it is said to increase the feel and lubrication. Damn it, I don’t know who is the pervert?

This is still good. The big and thick robber who left last time actually wanted to play with his anus by himself? I am really a beast. Labor and management are prostitutes after all. They even don’t let go of labor and management’s anus.

Thinking of this, Wang Heping couldn't help but feel sad. The guy named Bai Chi in front of him was reliable. He finally let himself taste the smell of cigarettes. He seemed to be an honest man.

Bai Chi looked puzzled at the wretched male king Heping's somewhat resentful eyes, as if he were a resentful woman. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his body, and quickly said

"You're welcome, no. Just call me...call me...idiot."

My parents, why did you give me such a name? It’s so deceiving!

ps: Ballet has participated in the Urban Essay Contest and needs all kinds of support! This is the first time I’m speaking. If you like it, don’t be stingy. Wave your tickets high and knock me out! I really like being beaten.

It’s so smashing! Well, you can’t miss various collection rewards!
Chapter completed!