A series of ghost shadows shone in front of my eyes, dim, blurry, and unreal.

There was a strong smell of blood floating in the air, which was very pungent.

"It seems like I'm fainting."

"It's been a few days now, I won't say it."

"The bones are quite hard, I don't know if I can withstand it next."

Among them, Chu Qi, a cold-clad secret guard in black, held a long sword in his hand, looked at the unconscious person expressionlessly, and finally said, "Put it back first."

Very cold, uninteresting.

There were a few sounds in my ears, and then it seemed that I had released my clamp.

Ranbai was taken back to the dungeon.

That's right.

This is a dungeon.

Ranbai is now alone in a cell, with the air damp and cold. Looking out through the iron door, it is boundless darkness, as if a sleeping beast is dormant at the end of the darkness. Once it wakes up, it will tear the person away without leaving any armor.

The girl leaned against the corner of the wall, lowered her eyes, unable to see her expression clearly, and the darkness surrounded her, her face was too pale and without any blood.

He was wearing only a thin night clothes, which was dark black. It was mixed with blood. The blood had already dried up and condensed into dark brown. It didn't look conspicuous. He was covered with wounds of all sizes, including swords, whips, and all kinds of injuries.

Ranbai's face looked at this body expressionlessly.

As for the current situation,

Extremely bad.

Except for the sword, everything else should be left by the criminal law.

There are still many bloody whips on the body now, and there should be barbs on the whip, otherwise such wounds will not be formed.

What is the original owner's identity?

assassin?

Arrested for failure, torture?

The girl closed her eyes, poked out her tongue and gently licked her pale and cracked lips. Her consciousness was dizzy and felt as if she could faint in the next second, but her body was full of harsh pain and tormenting her nerves at all times, and she could not faint at all.

It's a miserable start.

Ranbai closed his eyes, his long black hair half covered his pale face, and he couldn't see his expression, and the dimness enveloped her. If he hadn't breathed, he would probably think that such a girl who didn't cry or make a fuss, was not a living person.

"Master, man is inside-"

Half dusk and half awake,

Ranbai heard the cold voice he had heard before again.

Her memory has always been excellent, but in the blink of an eye she could tell that this voice was the person she had just said to take her.

However, compared to the pure indifference just now, there is a bit of respect now.

Ranbai was a little interested in the master he mentioned.

This is the dark prison of the Third Prince's mansion, and the person who can enter here and is called the master...

That one is very likely.

It was the sound of the iron lock being opened, which seemed particularly abrupt and harsh in the originally dead dungeon.

But Ranbai was not affected at all. She closed her eyes and regained her energy.

The original owner can't do anything with his body now, and she is too lazy to waste her energy.

And in the cell,

The slender figure broke through the darkness, and took slow steps, and the long boots embroidered with light gold patterns stepped on the ground, without making any sound, but step by step, it seemed to be walking on the top of a person's heart.

He was wearing a black brocade robe with a dark belt and a waistband, outlining the man's thin waist. The golden pattern from shallow to deep spread like flowing water, looking deep and lazy.

Looking up, there is a face that is so handsome that it is indescribable, with deep and cold facial features, and the curve from the eyebrow bones to the eyebrows is very confusing. Under the long eyelashes are a pair of long phoenix eyes, but they are extremely sharp. Joy and anger are hidden in those eyes, which contain the danger of being unseen.

The bridge of his nose is high and straight, the thin lips are light and the dim light outlines his handsome and exquisite side face. The torches on the walls in the dungeon emit the light of flames, and they are shining brightly. In his eyes, a ray of light seems to be swaying through his eyes, but they are swiftly falling into darkness.

The young prince walked in casually. Chu Qi lowered his head and stood at the entrance of the cell respectfully and fearfully, not daring to take any further steps. He just silently held a long sword with a cold light in his arms, guarding there, and no one was allowed to approach.

Such a scene and atmosphere,

But it has never made the girl who is unknown in the corner of the wall move at all.

"Tick, tick..." The subtle sound of blood falling became the only sound in the cell at this moment, and gradually gathered on the ground into shocking dark red blood.

The man stopped a meter away and had never taken a step forward. He seemed to be a little disgusted with such an environment. He stood there condescendingly, with his temperament seemingly light and light, noble and arrogant, as if he was arrogant, and he was a little indifferent to evil.

The dignity and danger of the superiors are fully interpreted in him.

A person who is like a god gave birth to Zhang's face like an immortal, but he was cruel and cold.

He looked at the girl, and his deep and dark eyes seemed to be staring at a cold object or a corpse, leaving no trace of turmoil in his eyes.

Mo Liyan could hear the smooth and shallow breathing sound, the most normal frequency.

"Never died yet?"

This is the first sentence he said when he came here. His low and magnetic voice overflowed from his thin lips, as if he was stained with a trace of evil smile, but when he heard it carefully, he didn't have any smiles at all. It sounded very nice.

This tone seems like a pity.

Mo Liyan just glanced at it casually, and didn't care. He narrowed Ling Na's eyes slightly and asked casually, as if he was asking a gadget that was not worth mentioning: "Have you asked?"

"Never." Chu Qi, who was guarding the door, held the sword and lowered his head slightly.

Mo Yue was quiet for a few seconds, and the curve of Mo Liyan's thin lips deepened slightly, and he lazily commented: "Not bad."

Unidentified words.

Ranbai kept listening to these few words quietly and indifferently, and she didn't think it was a compliment.

The girl opened her eyes slightly, her dark pupils half-covered under her long eyelashes, and her pupils were extremely deep, like ink splashing.

From her perspective, we can see that the black boots with gold patterns stepped on the floor of the cell and the hanging hem of the clothes. The cloud patterns on them were layered, which was extremely evil and beautiful, and it seemed out of place with the environment of the cell, which was very different.

It pays great attention to the existence of nobleness.

"Continue to judge." After Mo Liyan said this slowly, he turned around and the ring hanging from his waist jingled. The sound was a little cold and crisp in the dungeon. Later, Ran Bai heard him add indifferently, and the words seemed to be talking about the insignificant toy, "Don't kill it."

"Yes." Chu Qi immediately responded, and he turned sideways, letting the exit open, and waiting respectfully for the master.

Mo Liyan had just taken three steps, but suddenly stopped, as if he had thought of something and turned around slowly.
Chapter completed!