Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

Li Changtian squatted in the iron cage, trying to break his head and didn't understand why he was so unlucky.

When others cross the line, it is either a prince or an emperor, or a knight or a master. No matter how bad it is, he is also a villain who can call the wind and call the rain. Although he may go through ups and downs, he can always reach the peak of life in the end.

And he.

anyhow.

Dressed as a prisoner who everyone shouts and beats?

He was kicked involuntarily by someone just now. Hearing that person's tone, it was estimated that his life could not be saved.

I just don't know what kind of suffering I have to suffer before burping.

That's horrible.

In his previous life, he worked diligently and honestly. Except for copying homework, stealing melons, and fighting chickens when he was a child, he never did bad things again!

Li Changtian couldn't figure it out.

If he hadn't sacrificed because of the mission in his previous life, he should be wearing a red flower on his chest and receiving a medal now.

Now it has fallen to this point.

Do you just have to wait to die?

"Hey..." Li Changtian sighed, his lower abdomen still aching from the kick, he curled up miserably, trying to suppress the dull pain, and continued to think.

Just wear it, I don't have the memory of this body before, and I don't know if the poor girl died because of herself.

In fact, Li Changtian didn't blame the people who beat him at all. If the girl was really persecuted by this person, then this person's death would not be a pity.

But the key to suffering is yourself!

What the **** is this called!

Li Changtian was depressed, walked into the prison alone, took out the key from his waist and opened the door of the iron cage.

The guard held the shackles in his hands and probed his brain outside the iron cage, as if he was afraid that Li Changtian would rush over to beat him, or struggle to escape.

Li Changtian waited for a while, and found that the guard was still timidly hiding outside the iron cage, thinking about how to put a good shackle on himself, Li Changtian said helplessly: "Come here, I won't struggle, let you torture."

The guard froze for a moment and said, "You can speak."

Li Changtian made fun of the bitterness, and sneered: "I am a fool, and I am not dumb."

The guard nodded: "Oh, yes." He walked to Li Changtian with the shackles, put the heavy chain on Li Changtian's neck and wrist, and closed two wooden boards.

Li Changtian said that if he didn't struggle, he wouldn't struggle, and let the guards tie him up.

The guard put on the shackles, tugged at the iron chains on Li Changtian's neck, and said, "Stand up and go."

Li Changtian staggered to his feet, and suddenly grinned: "Brother, do you know there is a word called triangular strangulation?"

Guard: "Huh? What is it? What are you chewing? What is that?"

Li Changtian stood up and said, "A type of fighting style. When the hands and neck are bound, the opponent can also be strangled with the strength of the feet and knees, causing the opponent to suffocate to death."

The guard didn't understand, so he pushed Li Changtian: "What are you talking about, hurry up."

Li Changtian was pushed to a stagger, sighed, and muttered: "It's boring, oh, big brother, where are you taking me?"

Magistrate's Office, Southwest Hospital.

Li Changtian was locked in the livestock and poultry shed, which was leaking air and rain. It was a cool autumn, and the night was cold and frosty, and people were shivering from the cold. It was not as good as a prison with stone walls on all sides.

Li Changtian couldn't help but let out a long sigh. There were iron chains hanging from his neck and wrists. The other end of the chain was turned twice on the wooden pillars of the livestock and poultry shed, and then locked with a palm-sized iron lock.

The chains around his neck were very heavy, forcing Li Changtian to be unable to lift his head. He had no choice but to hold the chains with his hands to give his fragile neck a chance to breathe.

Li Changtian found a corner that was barely dry, and just sat down, a pair of moiré ink-colored soap boots suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was the one who kicked him yesterday.

Li Changtian raised his head abruptly, but before he could see the figure clearly, his soap boots lifted up and stepped on the iron chain around his neck.

The chain suddenly tightened, and Li Changtian's neck was stressed, and he was pulled forward.

Yan Shu didn't care whether the chain would strangle Li Changtian's neck or not, he reached out his hand calmly, and tugged at both ends.

The tug just now almost didn't strangle Li Changtian. He squatted on the ground, covered his lips and coughed, his neck and wrists were all red marks from the chains, which was embarrassing and embarrassing.

Although it is better to die than live, but this hopeless, Li Changtian can't stand it, he slowed down, half joking and half serious.

"Hey, brother, give me a treat, won't you?"