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

Everyone, including the wretched man, Wang Heping, the general who forced the prisoner into the general building, was 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 turned out to be a wretched man. He blinked and looked at him with a pitiful look on his face, and he was 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 thing on the wretched man's penis strangely and asked.

"What are you talking about? Is it also cigarettes?"

The wretched man had a big smile on his face at this time. He handed the stuffed thing to Bai Chi for viewing while taking out about two-thirds of the cigarettes from his pocket. It was exactly the one Bai Chi had just given to him.

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

"Didn't I say before that in order 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 buy is called a trumpet.

That’s how many people in the house smoke.”

Wan looked at Bai Chi's stunned eyes and continued with some complacency.

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

While folding the old newspaper, he then neatly tore off a strip of newspaper one inch wide and three inches long. Finally, he took off the remaining cigarette in half and tore off the outer skin, leaving only the shredded tobacco.

On the paper, I made various mistakes and finally licked it with the corner of my mouth to stick it on, and the top was twisted into a small braid. Then it was rolled into an industrial cigarette, commonly known as: trumpet!

Bai Chi curiously took over the speaker from the wretched man, 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 quickly said

"You take one puff, and you will know that I am not lying to you. The tube is more reliable than the whole cigarette you smoke. Hehe! Let me tell you, rolling a trumpet is also a skill. Most people can't learn it. Trumpet

It’s not easy to roll it 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, and feel the feeling that makes you go 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 see that this guy is quite seductive? But really, the smell of this speaker is indeed excellent. Finally

The main 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 carefully. To be honest, the taste may not be worse than high-priced cigarettes.

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 was startled, and his voice suddenly trembled when he spoke, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist. He took the cigarette from Bai Chi 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 the past few 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 has to be robbed of half of his share of food. These are still bearable. What is unbearable is that he is often asked to tell stories and use the stories about how he forced his convicts to seduce women as a joke. It doesn't matter at all.

, the problem is that those bastards ask for details, how to do it, how to take it off, how to enter it, how to lick it must be explained clearly.

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 pity those AV actresses in Japan. Everyone in cell 308 was fucked by everyone in cell 308 with their mouths full of lustful smiles, ten thousand times, ten thousand times! It’s too miserable to watch!

Damn you, why do you guys have such good energy? In the middle of the night, you still have to rub yourself in pain. The five girls even scratched their skins and couldn't stop. They also have to wipe off the Baiqueling Cream.

Above, it’s called increasing sensitivity and lubrication. *****, 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 smoke. He seemed to be an honest man.

Bai Chi looked at the wretched male king Heping's eyes with some resentment, as if he were a resentful woman. He couldn't help feeling a chill in his body, and he 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 have spoken. If you like it, don’t be stingy. Wave your tickets high and knock me out! I like being hit so much.
Chapter completed!