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Chapter 52 Brother Feng, Are You Unwell?
The next day,

In the cell on the first floor of Tianlao, Li Qingfeng, accompanied by Zhang Ting, inspected each cell carefully.

Whenever he came to a cell where prisoners were being held, Li Qingfeng would stop in front of the cell for a dozen or so breaths.

Zhang Ting followed behind, watching Li Qingfeng's side face intently, but his eyes were obviously in a trance, as if he was fabricating some happy story in his little mind.

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Zhang Ting: "En!"

In less than three hours, Li Qingfeng infused all the prisoners on the first floor of the prison with true energy, increasing the arrest participation rate to 5.00%.

And in the process, seven new prisoners who were only imprisoned in the past few days were collected by infusing true energy into the air.

I glanced at the prison book.

"The total income has been as high as [-] cultivation bases per hour, and the total income of [-] cultivation bases in one day..."

"But there are still not many!"

"Promoting to the Baodan Realm requires more than 500 million cultivation bases, [-] a day, and it will take more than two months..."

When Li Qingfeng was thinking this way, Zhang Ting looked at Li Qingfeng with concern, and asked worriedly, "Brother Feng, are you feeling well?"

"Why are you sweating so much? His face has turned a little pale..."

As she spoke, she took out a towel to help Li Qingfeng wipe off the sweat from his forehead.

"Why don't you go to the medical center in the city? I heard from my mother that there is a genius doctor in Nancheng who can cure any disease."

Li Qingfeng waved his hand: "It's okay."

He just consumed too much qi.

This day, there were more than 200 prisoners on the first floor of the prison, and even if a prisoner only needed to infuse a small amount of true energy to increase his capture participation rate to 5.00%, the accumulation of nearly 300 people still consumed as much as [-]% of his true energy.

Zhang Ting looked at Li Qingfeng, and quickly dodged the moment his eyes met: "Then go to my dormitory to rest for a while?"

Li Qingfeng was thinking elsewhere, didn't notice Zhang Ting's dodging eyes, just nodded slightly, and followed Zhang Ting into Zhang Ting's dormitory.

"Aren't you home yet?"

Zhang Ting: "Well, as soon as I go back, many people go to my house to propose marriage, and they are afraid that the prison will find out about my daughter, so they seldom go home..."

Li Qingfeng asked with a light smile, "Is there no match?"

Zhang Ting lowered his eyebrows slightly, hesitant to speak at that moment, which made her look a bit special when she was dressed as a man.

"I don't want to marry..."

"I think...I think..."

She couldn't say the words behind, and her neck was involuntarily flushed.

Slightly nervous, afraid that Li Qingfeng would discover her thoughts, she quickly said: "I want to continue working in the prison, maybe I can go to the second floor of the prison in the future, so I can help Brother Feng."

Li Qingfeng: "The second floor of the prison is very dangerous."

Zhang Ting felt relieved: "Then I'm going to the second floor of the prison! Otherwise, brother Feng is there alone and there is no one to help, how dangerous is that?"

Li Qingfeng smiled and rubbed Zhang Ting's head: "Let's talk."

"Let's eat first."

Zhang Ting also quickly changed the subject. She quickly ran a few steps in front of Li Qingfeng, then turned around, faced Li Qingfeng, fixed her eyes on Li Qingfeng, and said while walking backwards: "I recently found a very delicious restaurant in Jin'an Lane. His roast duck and steamed buns are delicious."

"Shall we go to Jin'an Lane to eat roast duck?"

Li Qingfeng nodded with a chuckle: "Okay! Now you are the host, you have the final say."

The people coming and going in Jin'an Lane, the yelling of traffickers and pawns, and the noise in the streets made Li Qingfeng, who had been in the dungeon for a long time, feel like returning to the world.

The roast duck is also delicious.

But the way of eating it is not his previous life's way of eating duck meat, shredded cucumber, shredded green onion, shredded potato and then dipping it in sauce, but the same way of eating as roasted chicken and roasted rabbit.

"Remember to buy a roast duck for Chinese New Year. I'll make a kind of sauce later, and I'll give you, your mother and your grandma a taste of a different roast duck."

"kindness!"

Li Qingfeng rubbed Zhang Ting's head again: "Then I'm leaving."

"Martial arts still can't be neglected. The sixth level of blood energy is really not bad on the first floor of the prison, but if you really encounter any riots, your strength is still not enough."

"kindness!"

Li Qingfeng turned around, walked a few steps, and waved his right hand.

Zhang Ting suddenly shouted: "Brother Feng!"

"kindness?"

"Can you go to eat together every time you rest on the fifth day?"

"I always feel uncomfortable when I go alone..."

Li Qingfeng was stunned.

He also felt this way in his previous life. When he went to a restaurant to eat, other people were in groups, but he was alone, so he would eat very cramped and flustered...

I even gradually developed feelings of disgust and fear of going out to eat.

"Okay!"

"En! Then I will wait for you at the exit on the second floor every Wuri!"

Zhang Ting still watched Li Qingfeng completely disappear from the entrance on the second floor, and then left bouncing away.

……

After returning to the second floor of the prison, Li Qingfeng picked up the flute again and started playing.

The sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves once again resounded throughout the second floor of the dungeon.

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Countless jailers wanted to scold their mothers, but knowing that it was Li Qingfeng who played the flute, they could only endure it, and when they met other jailers, they had to involuntarily praise Mr. Li for playing the flute so beautifully, it was a natural sound.

Even when a prisoner muttered that the sound of the flute was unpleasant, the guards would beat the prisoner violently.

Accompanied by the sound of the flute, Li Qingfeng simultaneously cast the magic power of [Echo Search].

The picture of the first floor of the dungeon came to his mind through magical feedback, and the sound and image were completely restored.

Everything is normal except that Zhang Ting keeps giggling.

Li Qingfeng turned to look at the second floor of the dungeon with his supernatural powers. When he saw a jailer beating a prisoner with an unpleasant whistle, the corners of Li Qingfeng's mouth could not help but twitch.

Then the supernatural powers turned to enter the third floor of the dungeon.

Everything is as usual, and Chen Gang is still on duty with Lao Huang.

"This guy……"

"Look at this guy's whereabouts tonight, maybe we can get more news, maybe even know the true strength of that 'Moon God'..."

Time soon came to night.

When the flute sounded again, Chen Gang said goodbye to Lao Huang, but instead of leaving, he turned around and walked towards the C-brand.

He went all the way to Cell No. 27, No. C.

The prisoner in this cell is Zhou Tong from the Demon Sword Society.

Li Qingfeng, who was playing the flute in the dormitory, was slightly focused.

In the screen that was fed back, Zhou Tong raised his eyes and looked around, and saw that there was only Chen Gang and no other jailers, and he knelt down respectfully: "My subordinate Zhou Tong will pay homage to the young master next time!"

Chen Gang said softly: "Now we people in the sky prison, even if we contribute [-]% of our true energy to Master, Master may only recover [-]% to [-]% of our strength."

Speaking of this, Chen Gang looked straight at Zhou Tong who was kneeling in the cell: "Outside, is there anyone you can trust?"

Zhou Tong was slightly taken aback: "Return to my son! There are seven other confidantes under my command, but five of them are only at the Qi gathering level and cannot enter the second floor of the prison."

"Tell me their contact information, this matter must be foolproof."

Zhou Tong immediately opened his mouth softly and revealed the whereabouts of the two henchmen in the first level of the Mortal Transformation Realm and the contact code that only Zhou Tong knew.

Chen Gang nodded and said: "When Shizun leaves the prison, he will definitely remember Sectional Master Zhou's contributions and achievements!"

Zhou Tong: "For the moon god! The subordinates will die!"

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