Zhou Sen bit into the greasy chicken legs, poured himself a drink, and laughed.

The cell was filled with the mouth-watering aroma of meat and wine, and in the darkness, there was a sound of swallowing.

"Boy, throw some chicken legs over here to satisfy your craving!" A pair of eyes appeared from the window opposite, and a rough voice came.

"I don't know you." Zhou Sen sneered and deliberately poured some wine on the ground. Immediately, the entire cell was filled with a strong aroma of wine.

"I'm Ran Bo...come here...you can't finish eating anyway..." the guy begged with a flattering smile on his face.

"Well, Ran Bo, right?"

"Yes, yes..." Ran Bo nodded quickly.

"That's right, the name sounds pleasant to my ears, let's go on." Zhou Sen vaguely remembered that the name was a bit familiar, and it should be the same name as a famous person.

Zhou Sen flicked his arm lightly, and the chicken leg flew out of the iron window and shot towards the iron window on the opposite side. Immediately, a dirty hand came out from behind the iron window. Like lightning, it grabbed the chicken leg tightly and treated it as that hand.

After grabbing the chicken leg, it seemed as if it suddenly froze, and then there was another tremor, and then, from behind the iron window, a whimpering sound came from behind. The crying sound was extremely miserable and heartbreaking.

"What are you doing?"

"I almost forgot the taste of meat... Oooh... delicious... delicious... delicious... little brother... can you have some wine?"

"This wine jar is too big..."

"It's okay, can you teleport? As long as we cooperate with each other, I can drink it..."

"Won't."

"...Ahem...what...what...but what should I do? How about I teach you now...no, no, no...you won't be able to learn in ten or eight years..." Ran Bo said with a frustrated look.

"Hey, brother, he can't drink because he doesn't have the ability. I can drink. Can you give me some wine?" An old voice came from the distance.

"Why do you drink?" Zhou Sen was stunned and asked curiously.

"You put the wine under the door, and the chicken legs..."

"……All right."

Zhou Sen looked at the half-eaten chicken leg, put it into the rice bowl, and placed the wine jar at the iron gate.

An amazing scene appeared.

A surging force surged into Zhou Sen's room. The chicken legs that looked like they had been chewed up slowly flew up and flew out from the gap under the door. Then, the wine in the wine jar suddenly boiled, like a frying pan.

Like water, gradually, the boiling wine in the wine jar rose into the air and condensed into a thin water column, like a fountain.

The wine that condensed into water columns began to swirl in the small room, like a living pocket dragon. The wine dragon began to try to get out from the crack in the door. At first, it seemed that it was not very successful. However, after several failures, it

The wine dragon, which was as thick as a finger, flew out from the crack of the door smoothly without any waste...

"Hahaha...good wine, good wine...haha..."

A burst of wild laughter sounded in the prison, like the devil in hell.

"Boss, you don't leave any for me either." Zhou Sen was secretly shocked, and a chill ran down his spine. This old guy's strength is probably on par with that of the Dragon Map God.

"Ah... I was not careful, I was not careful... Hehe..." The rough voice did not have the aura of a superior person at all, and he smiled humbly, for fear that Zhou Sen would be angry.

"Hey, little brother, are there any chicken legs? I can be like him."

"No, just a few fruits."

"Fruits...Fruits are fine too, let's try some. The door gap is too small, take it in your hand and hold it up to the window, right..."
Chapter completed!