The arrival of Liu Xiaosi and the tall and thin young man attracted the attention of many people. The flying guards were used to it, and turned their heads in a more upright manner, while others looked at it with their arms in great interest, but no one came forward to dissuade them.

Many of the madmen present looked at this side. They were in a state of madness or were addicted to their own world and could not extricate themselves. After all, they were mostly normal for most of the time and had a small number of illnesses. After being here for a long time, they understood what Liu Xiaosi was. I don’t know how many young men who looked and looked younger had missed.

Tang Sanzang was not old and looked extremely handsome. When a woman saw her, she would definitely be moved. Those who like Liu Xiaosi and the tall and thin young man were naturally regarded as the best.

The young monk just entered the mad asylum today and was about to be killed. Although some people were angry and felt pitiful, who would dare to resist in this mad asylum?

Although the city lord has ordered that Feiwei should not abuse the lunatics in the madhouse, even if he is not beaten to death, he will just starve you for a few days, usually put on small shoes and just come to have two sticks, which will be enough for you.

Therefore, Feiwei has a great deterrent to the lunatics in the asylum. Unless he is sick, his relatives will not recognize him, otherwise these lunatics will be very well-behaved.

"This little monk is probably still sick now, and he doesn't know what will happen next."

"These guys who are killed in heaven will be retribution sooner or later. My undead army is already on the road. When I build a time and space node here and flatten the mad asylum, I must also lock these guys in the mad asylum for ten or eight years."

"What is the undead army? My fleet is already on the road. Then let you see my ship girls and keep your drooling."

The madmen were talking softly. Of course, their conversation was much more exciting than normal people's conversations, and they did not have any positive thoughts about Tang Sanzang's fate.

"It's quite an interesting newcomer." Most of the madmen in the critically ill area who were isolated in the distance were sitting on the ground. Mei Jiesi, who was standing alone, looked at Tang Sanzang and smiled slightly, with a look of curiosity in his eyes.

Sitting on the ground, Old Man Qiu leaning against the mound of soil, also staring at Tang Sanzang, his turbid eyes were wondering what he was thinking.

Liu Xiaosi was stunned when he heard Tang Sanzang's words, but it was not surprising that Tang Sanzang was a madman, even if he said this, he looked quite cooperative and had a good temperament, but it was easy to train. The smile on his face became more and more obscene, and his hands were already thinking about Tang Sanzang's head, "Okay, then you have to serve me well."

"There is also my uncle." The tall and thin young man next to him also said with a smile, touching Tang Sanzang's butt with one hand.

"You don't have to be polite." Tang Sanzang's voice was slightly cold. Before the two dirty hands were touched, he took a step back, raised his hands and grabbed the two of them.

Liu Xiaosi and the tall and thin young man were both caught empty, and their hair was held in the hands of Tang Sanzang. His face changed slightly, and Liu Xiaosi's voice suddenly increased by eight degrees, "What are you doing!"

The madman watching the side showed surprise when he saw this. Tang Sanzang was provoking Feiwei now, but he, a guy who had just entered the madhouse, dared to do this.

Gui Qianxie had seen Tang Sanzang easily defeat Fei Bullow and the other two before. He knew that Tang Sanzang was not a cowardly person, but a smart person, so he did not show any surprises.

"Don't you like bald heads? Then turn it into bald heads." Tang Sanzang closed his hands in, and the sound of his hair falling off his scalp was accompanied by two screams, and finally stopped because of a dull collision.

The originally lively yard became quiet in an instant. Everyone looked at Tang Sanzang who threw the bloody hair in his hands aside, Liu Xiaosi and the tall and thin young man who were covered in blood on the ground, all of whom were shocked.

Tang Sanzang actually pulled out the hair of the two flying guards, and it seemed that even his scalp was pulled off.

"Quick! Tie him up!" A little flying guard leader shouted sternly, pulling out the long sword from his waist, and the three flying guards on the side pulled off the ropes from their waists and surrounded Tang Sanzang with a look of alert.

"I want to kill you! I will make you die a bad death!" Liu Xiaosi shouted resentfully, covering his head with one hand and pointing at Tang Sanzang with the other hand. Unexpectedly, what Xiao Li said before turned out to be a word. Now he was not pecked by an eagle, but his hair was gone.

"You just lost your hair and are not considered monks. Don't insult these two words in the future." Tang Sanzang seemed not to see the flying guards surrounding him. He looked at Liu Xiaosi and the tall and thin young man on the ground and said calmly, then raised his legs and stepped on their crotch in the horrified eyes.

Two tragic screams could be heard outside the high wall. Tang Sanzang took two steps back and looked at the pool of blood under his crotch, his face pale as paper, and rolling on his wail, "I will have to pay it back sooner or later when I come out to play."

The madman could not be reasoned, and the quiet lasted for a while. The madman who had originally dug the soil began to sprinkle yellow soil to celebrate under the leadership of the short and fat young man. He took care of the flying guards without any intention or intentional, and the shouts and laughter mixed together. The yellow dust caught everyone's eyes and completely triggered a riot.

"Get up! People who don't want to be crazy! Build our flesh and blood into a thread..." A loud song came from a distance, sounding like a bell, as if it was about to penetrate the eardrums.

There were hundreds of madmen locked up here, and stimulated by blood and the sound, they all fell ill in a real and fake way. A few people caught the flying guard and beat him up.

The rapid bells remembered from the high walls. The gate of the madhouse slowly opened. Two rows of more than a hundred sword-wielding guards rushed in from outside the door. There were eight flying guards carrying big gongs in the middle. They knocked on the dongdong, which successfully scared many madmen and hurriedly hid towards the corner of the wall.

Several flying guards at least squeezed to Tang Sanzang. Tang Sanzang easily resolved a few sweeping legs and fists that he wanted to kick him, but he did not resist them putting the rope on his body.

"Put the shackles and throw them into the critically ill area. I will ask the Chief Secretary for Disposal tomorrow." The little leader looked at Tang Sanzang deeply and said in a deep voice.

Tang Sanzang was escorted by two flying guards and walked towards the gray-white house. He turned his head and looked at the critically ill-tempered madmen who were escorted by more than a dozen flying guards with a nervous expression. His eyes just met Mei Jiesi. The two looked at each other and smiled and turned their eyes away at the same time.

The thick iron door of the passage was opened, and Tang Sanzang was pushed in. There was no dense door in the third long corridor, only a thick iron door with a triple lock.
Chapter completed!