Seeing that he was so sinister, Guan Qianjian was about to curse, and then he opened his mouth. The drop of feces fell at this moment. The track was not high from the roof, and the feces were just two or three inches away from the tray in the blink of an eye. He was so panicked that he shut up, took a quick breath, and sprayed out with a "sniff". The feces were impacted, turned and fell on the edge of the tray, just in time to avoid the meal.

While Guan Qianjian was glad, he couldn't help but smile at the old man. The old man pulled down his face, and his hands alternated and pulled the rope several times, and he couldn't help but feel ruthless: "Fight with me, see what benefits you can get!"

Guan Qianjian was stunned. He finally avoided the dinner with three drops of feces, and returned the same way and left him!

The old man pulled the tray back to the beginning, letting it stop, waiting for the newly-created feces there to drip.

"You are immortal, you are impatient! Why don't you die earlier? You are a thief. You are cut into pieces by thousands of knives..." Although Guan Qianjian was so hungry that he was dizzy, he still scolded the old man that one Buddha was born and the other Buddhas ascended to heaven.

When the old man saw that the other party was angry, he became happy. He laughed and sat down cross-legged. While he was interested, he waited for the four drops of feces to fall into the bowl, and then he delivered the food to Guan Qianjian.

...

Guan Qianjian was hungry for three days and was already dying.

"Crazy, crazy." Someone walked towards him with the feces.

Smelling the fragrance of white rice, Guan Qianjian was excited, tremblingly raised his head and opened a crack in his eyes.

White, thick, steaming...

What a clean and delicious bowl of porridge!

"Um..." He made a voice in his throat, and the chains began to shake uneasyly. He was obviously excited.

"Hahahaha... Look at his anxious look. He was a starving ghost in his previous life..." The familiar voice was Zhang Liuqi.

At this moment, a ray of Qingming appeared in Guan Qianjian's mind: You can't eat, you can't eat, you have to go on a hunger strike to the end! - If you want to get out of this predicament, you can't eat their things. If you eat, you will be trapped here for the rest of your life!

Yes, if you are willing to live a life of seduction and urine, over time, you will lose the ambition and courage to get out of this situation, and you will rot...

He resolutely lowered his head, as if he had died.

The fragrance was getting closer and the heat penetrated straight into his nose. Then the mouth of the bowl was sent to his lips and touched his teeth. However, his teeth were clenched.

"Don't you eat? I'll give it to me if I don't eat!" An older voice was Zhou Sifang. Their brothers and brothers issued orders in a clean place, and only sent a young fellow disciple to wade in the water to serve Guan Qianjian.

Guan Qianjian's cheeks were held by a big hand, and he squeezed them hard and opened his mouth. He wanted to roar and scream, but he was filled with porridge and made only a vague sound.

The porridge spread out from the corner of his mouth, and the man let go of his hand.

"Puff--" Guan Qianjian squirted his head and face.

The man was furious, cursed, and punched him hard in his temple, making Guan Qianjian spin.

"What are you doing!" Zhou Sifang hurriedly stopped, "Beat him to death, are you here to be the head of Liuru Sect?"

"Hahahaha," Zhang Liuqi laughed, "Yes, he is the successor appointed by the old leader. How can you be so rude?"

"Who told him not to eat?" The young disciple also knew that the two of them were not really protecting the prisoner, and he smiled and defended: "I am also doing this for his own good, what if I starve to death?"
Chapter completed!