Chapter 1330 Contaminated (5)
Because of the particularity of Yin Ci's identity, when he was brought back, An Yao directly placed him in the innermost and most secure place of the prison.
There are copper walls and iron walls on all sides, leaving only a small window for ventilation.
Yun Si walked through the long passage, and the cells on both sides were empty, and those who were captured had already been separated, so it seemed extremely quiet here.
Dark Elf leads the way.
Soon, the arrested disciple of Qiankunzong appeared in sight.
Outer disciples with low martial arts were put together, while inner disciples and direct disciples were separated.
One by one, they all sat on the ground and meditated.
It wasn't until they saw her appear that they quickly stood up one by one, staring at her with strong killing intent.
I can't wait to cut her into pieces immediately and throw her into the oil pan for frying.
"Devil! You have finally appeared! You bloodthirsty thing, shameless bitch!"
"Bullying the weak, what are you! Let us out if you have the ability! Let's fight one-on-one!"
"You Fusang Palace are a bunch of scheming beasts! Female devil, I curse you to die!"
"I bah! Despicable woman!"
The Mistress of the Palace, who was scolded as the head of the female devil, had a cold face and fixed eyes.
It seems that he doesn't pay much attention to those ugly words of abuse.
She folded her hands, and the gorgeous gauze skirt on her body bloomed like coquettish blood.
Three thousand flowing clouds wind and pour down the hair on the temples, the stunning beauty penetrates into the bones, and the charm is natural.
Passing by the group of people who were abusing and clamoring, she stopped and looked back with a half-smile.
His eyes are thin and cold, his eyes are cold, and his smile is treacherous, like a bloodthirsty fairy.
In front of them, she snorted and raised her fair and delicate hand.
An Yao immediately agreed and walked out.
Looking at each other, they couldn't figure out what this female devil meant.
The female devil in a red dress continued walking along the long passage into the depths of the prison without saying anything.
Passed through the cages next to each other, and finally, she stopped in front of one of the cages.
The faint eyes drooped slightly.
A blood-phoenix tassel hairpin on the temple, swaying gently, with a beautiful arc and a compelling fragrance.
She stood in front of the cage and quietly looked at the people in the cage.
In the cage, a thin man huddled in a corner.
The clothes are torn and torn, and the body is also dirty, covered in black mud.
He curled up like an insecure little beast, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Under the messy hair, a pair of extremely clear eyes stared at her like a pure deer.
There is no sound at all, it is quiet.
The glamorous Palace Master narrowed his eyes, folded his hands, and stood there, staring at him steadfastly.
In the silent prison, the sound of cursing became louder, there seemed to be the sound of pulling, whipping and screaming.
The severe whip, with sharp barbs, slammed down hard with a snap.
Accompanied by the yelling and screaming, the man shrunk in the corner also seemed to tremble.
As if a whip had hit him, he couldn't help hiding.
Trembling, pitiful.
The Lord Palace Mistress calmly closed his eyes, and the expression in the bottom of his eyes was suppressed.
Standing quietly for a while, soon, An Yao strode forward, came behind her, and clasped her fists.
"Palace Master."
Seeing the stunningly charming Palace Master in front of him, he raised his chin slightly, gestured to the person in the cage, and asked, "Who is he?"
"Why are you here?"
(end of this chapter)