The severe heart-wrenching pain came from the feet, which made it difficult to move forward, but the satisfaction and excitement obtained by stepping up to the fourth floor made Yan Jiuzheng fade away the pain.

He experienced the pain of a star-like starry eyes, and he was supported by his willpower to move forward, but in this extreme physical pain, it seemed that he could see a beam of light, just the kind of light that hits the hero when he appears, and only hits the hero.

Although it hurts, this satisfaction is really good.

Yan Jiucheng smiled and speeded up.

The people below are right. The Gate of Hell has completely different levels from the fourth floor. From the first to the fourth floor, there are only three gangs living on it. Although there are many people in each gang, the total number is only half of the third floor. In this way, everyone's living environment will be more spacious.

The most important thing is that each room has an electric fan, which can cool down in summer, and there are bunks, so there are no need to pile them up and down. The room on the Touer Niu Tou is even worse than the room on the third floor. There is a clean bed in the room of ten square meters, and a dilapidated clock hanging on the walls. This allows people who live like a year to know when they are in. In addition to a radio that broadcasts outside messages in real time, there is a mirror.

Mirrors are a luxury in the gates of hell. Who can still care about their appearance? It would be great if you can care about your life.

The beer was quietly placed beside the bed and wiped cleanly. Yan Jiuzheng could even imagine the man who was about 1.9 meters tall beer next to him and fell asleep happily at night with the beer.

Before coming to the Gate of Hell, he would not be greedy after drinking farewell wine. However, he could hear the sound of the cowhead swallowing beside him clearly, so he felt that the cowhead would be reluctant to leave and would not open it and drink it together.

"Boss George gave it to me." Niu Tou walked to the bed and picked up the beer gently. His eyes seemed to treat his lover who had not seen for a long time, full of pity: "Drink with you brother tonight."

As he said that, he opened the beer and pointed to the ground.

This made Yan Jiucheng feel a little admiration. Although this bullhead is an unforgivable evil person, he actually said so trustworthy.

"So polite." Yan Jiucheng sat on the ground.

"I agreed." Niu Tou also sat on the ground and waved to the little brothers who were swallowing behind him to signal them to go out.

"Boss, dagger..." The younger brothers pointed to Yan Jiucheng's dagger that was always there.

A newcomer who is not aware of the details and is still a little nervous when he is with his boss alone. Although the boss is very good at fighting, something like a knife can be fatal if it goes down in one go, and it will be bad if it is not careful.

"I'm not afraid." Niu Tou sneered. In his opinion, Yan Jiucheng was simply a little grasshopper, not to mention that he also had a knife.

With a clang sound.

The knife was thrown out of Yan Jiucheng's hand and threw it to his younger brother's feet.

"You are just a few people, you are talking nonsense, you really can't reuse it." Yan Jiuzheng was too lazy to turn his head back and waved his hand: "Get out."

The younger brothers did not expect that Yan Jiucheng would throw out the knife so easily, and picked it up and rolled out quickly. Niu Tou smiled at Yan Jiucheng even more admiringly.

"Brother, I've been in the Gate of Hell for three years. You are the first one who can hand over a dagger so easily." Niuta raised his wine glass, raised his head and took a sip, and the sound of the wine was rumbling, and then a long and extremely satisfied harsh sound.

It seemed like I had been thirsty for several months, and finally took a sip of water.

"Only those who have lost can understand it." Niu Tou stretched out his hand and handed the bottle to Yan Jiuzheng.

Yan Jiucheng smiled, took it, raised his head and took a sip, but he deliberately pressed his tongue against the bottle and asked himself to drink less. The happiness that Niu Tou had just finished drinking made him unable to bear to drink too much, and how could he escape this scene too early and practiced Niu Tou's eyes, which were instinctive to observe his expression and expression at the gate of hell?

"You..." Niu Tou's face changed slightly.

Yan Jiucheng didn't expect that his subtle movements would be seen by this rough-looking man. He handed the bottle to Niuta with a little embarrassed and said, "Don't get me wrong. When I came in today, the prison guard gave me some wine and wanted to leave more for you."

Unexpectedly, the common words he explained, the bull head seemed to have been touched. He quickly looked away, raised his head and took a sip.

"It's a coincidence." Niu Tou smiled: "My mother was like this when she was a child. She said she didn't like eating beef and asked me to eat it. Your words reminded me of my mother."

"We have formed an alliance, it's brothers. It's just a sip of wine, it's nothing." Yan Jiucheng smiled: "Besides, our country and your country are also in alliance, and we are brothers."

When Niu Tou heard this, he smiled and shook his head: "In the gate of hell, it is different from the outside world."

Here, it has nothing to do with nationality. Whoever is cruel and whoever has the means is the one who is on the front.

"I think it's the same." Yan Jiucheng disagreed with Niu Tou's view. He stretched out his finger and pointed to the location in the east: "The gang on the other end is white, and the other end is also white. You are the only black man on the fourth floor. Once, there was a yellow man. Look, the white man in the outside world discriminates against us yellow man and black man. When he arrived at this gate of hell, isn't it still the same?"

This made Niuto stunned.

If you think about it carefully, it is true.

Although there was not much wine, and Yan Jiuzheng took off his dagger, he was very sensible. The two of them couldn't bear to drink it. You sipped in small sips and I sipped in small sips. After half an hour of chatting, Niu Tou and Yan Jiuzheng were already sitting next to each other and had a chat.

\t "I listen to the news on the radio. Your country is now strong and there is no war. I heard that it is safe and very happy." Niu Tou took a breath of envy, and then pointed to his nose with self-deprecating words: "To be honest, scumbags like me should be locked in the gate of hell. If I were the leader of the country, I would also lock scumbags like me at the gate of hell."

Yan Jiucheng nodded in agreement.

He knew in his heart that he was not a scumbag, and he knew that the one who sat beside him was a scumbag who was full of evil. But for some reason, he liked Niu Tou very much, with the chivalrous spirit we mentioned. Niu Tou obviously had a good chat with Yan Jiucheng, and the two of them could indeed make friends.

"Is there any good song in your country?" said Niu Tou, a black man who loves music, turned his head and looked at Yan Jiucheng.

Yan Jiucheng thought for a while: "Peking Opera is our national treasure. Have you ever heard of it?"

The bull's head shook his head.

"I'll sing a piece for you." Yan Jiucheng stood up, cleared his throat, and said that he still knows some Peking Opera. He also learned a song about Pear Blossoms when he was a child.

A song about the Pear Blossom Song came from the fourth floor. The gate of Hell that was fighting and killing did not feel abrupt, but instead made the people around him quiet down.

Pear blossoms bloom, spring rain

Pear blossoms fall, spring enters the mud

...

After the song was sung, the bull head was stunned. He looked at Yan Jiucheng with an incredible face: "You...you are a man, how do you make a woman's voice? You...you sing again."

Only for one person in this life

He said that he is also crazy about the king

After singing again, the bull head was stunned again, and he raised his thumbs up and cursed a few swear words: "I...%...%￥...%￥ nice!"

Yan Jiucheng was also very surprised. Many young people in China don’t like Peking Opera. Although they always say that no one in this world will not like Peking Opera. People who don’t like Peking Opera just don’t know they will like it, but why did a foreigner like it so much when he heard it? But when he thought about it carefully, maybe this place was too boring and had no spiritual pleasure, and suddenly he heard the national treasures of the Eastern powers and was shocked by nature.

Even if 90% of the songs are really good.

"I like it!" Niuta slapped his thigh.

"I like it, I will teach you." Yan Jiucheng stood up: "My bottom is too noisy. If you like it, I will come up to teach you tomorrow."

When Niu Tou heard this, his face changed slightly, and his eyes became slight: "Come on again? I said Jiuyan, you are not just to teach me Peking Opera, right? I treat you as a brother. If you treat me as a springboard, you will die miserably."

It’s a lot to talk, but in order to sing Peking Opera, a leader on the third floor always goes to the fourth floor, which is ridiculous.

Yan Jiucheng did not hide anything, turned his head to look at Niu Tou, then walked forward and walked two steps to approach him, whispering: "Of course it's not to teach you Peking Opera. Come to the fourth floor. I want to kill someone, otherwise how can I live there?"

As he said that, he stretched out his hand.

With a puff.

"This is also our national treasure, you feel it."

Niu Tou's face changed instantly.
Chapter completed!