The host, she slag the whole book villain

Chapter 279 The host is Sleeping Beauty (31)

Another month later, after Derian formally married Su Ye, the capital of Tegar was moved to Keqisi.

The information that Su also secretly collected was enough for her to piece together the truth that had been hidden for a hundred years in her mind.

It's just that she still has a chance.

It was another full moon night, and the messenger of the white robe god who had been lurking in the dark night sky like a falcon, finally found April's whereabouts.

Wrapping her cloak tightly, April carefully looked around to make sure there was no danger before sneaking into the palace.

She was dusty all over her body, and she looked a little embarrassed.

These days, she has been secretly following a carriage from Tegal. The carriage seems to be very ordinary, with only two old men in white robes guarding it, but after observation, April found that there are still many disguised as businessmen Passers-by are watching the carriage in the dark.

Therefore, she guessed that the carriage should be the witch Medea, who had been missing for a hundred years. Even if it wasn't, the two white-robed god messengers could guard it carefully, which also showed that there was something on the carriage that Derian was very concerned about.

During the daytime, she tracked the carriage into the Keqisi Palace, and she wanted to follow, but the daytime was too dangerous, and it was easy to expose her whereabouts. Coupled with the group of white-robed god messengers, she had no choice but to give up.

No way, she can only release the carrier pigeon, and the direction of the next thing is beyond her control.

Keqisi's secret prison is not as direct as Tegal's, but is roundabout like a maze, but Derian is very familiar with it.

He hung the two dense skeletons in front of Medea, and looked at Medea with a strange smile in his eyes:

"Do you know who these two skeletons belong to?"

Medea was escorted to Keqisi by the envoy of the white robe god today, and the exhaustion of the boat made her a little sick, but even in the past, she didn't want to pay any attention to Derian.

With a cold glance at Derian, Medea closed her eyes, ignoring his existence.

In the past hundred years, Derian has tried his best to torture and humiliate her, and she has long been used to the pain he inflicted on her.

Seeing that Medea ignored him, Derian smiled ferociously, grabbed a long whip on the wall, cracked it, and slammed it heavily on the bones.

The skeleton couldn't bear the force of the whip, and some joints fell off the ground.

Medea didn't understand what Derian was going crazy again, but all this had nothing to do with her, she didn't care.

Rolling up the long whip and grabbing it in his hand, Derian walked slowly in front of Medea, his lips curled up in a ferocious arc, and the voice sounded like a devil from hell, with mocking malice:

"You know, when Jason and his wife died, I hung their corpses in the prison cell, and ordered people to beat them a hundred times a day, until the corpses were covered with maggots, and then I ordered people to peel their flesh. Come down and chop it up and feed it to the dogs."

"These two bones, I have waited for a hundred years, and finally I can let you take another look at them!"

As he spoke, he walked to the joints of the fallen bones and stepped on them. The joints cracked and shattered.

However, his words and actions did not make Medea pay attention:

"impossible"

"Why not?"

Derian's eyes were harsh, he tore off the skeleton's arm, and handed that arm to Medea:
"Jason's arm was cut by someone, did you see the scar, this is his arm!"

Staring at the skeleton in front of her eyes and seeing the scars on the skeleton clearly, Medea believed it.

(End of this chapter)