Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2857 Step by step Jinghong: Since ancient times, love the emperor's family (1)

  Pictures of ghosts dazzled before my eyes, dim, blurry, and unrealistic.

  A strong smell of blood wafts in the air, which is very pungent.

   "It seems to be faint."

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

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

   Among them, the cold guard in black clothes on the seventh day, holding a long sword in his hand, looked at the unconscious person blankly, and finally vomited: "put it back first."

   Very indifferent, without waves.

  There were a few sounds in her ears, and then it seemed to loosen her grip.

   Dye Bai was taken back to the dungeon.

  Yes.

  This is a dungeon.

Ran Bai is now alone in a cell. The air is damp and cold. Looking out through the iron gate, there is endless darkness, as if there is a sleeping beast dormant at the end of the darkness. Once awakened, it will tear people apart. Get a piece of armor without leaving.

  The girl was leaning against the corner of the wall, her eyes lowered, her expression unclear, the darkness surrounded her, her face was too pale, without the slightest trace of blood.

I only wore a thin night clothes on his body, which was dark black, mixed with blood. The blood had dried up and condensed into a dark brown, which looked inconspicuous. The whole body was covered with large and small wounds, swords and whips. Injuries, all kinds of injuries.

  Yan Bai's face looked at this body expressionlessly.

  In terms of the current situation,

   Terrible.

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

  There are still many **** whiplashes on the body now, there should be barbs on the whip, otherwise it is impossible to form such a wound.

  What is the identity of the original owner,

  Assassin?

  Failed to be arrested and tortured?

The girl closed her eyes and licked her pale and chapped lips with the tip of her tongue. Her consciousness was dizzy and heavy, as if she could pass out in the next second, but the burning pain in her whole body was constantly torturing her nerves. Can't faint either.

  A bad start. This is.

Dyeing white with her eyes closed, her long black hair half covering her pale face, she couldn't see her expression, and the darkness enveloped her. If she didn't still breathe, I would think that such a calm and dead girl who doesn't cry or make trouble is not alive. People.

  "Master, man is inside—"

   Half conscious and half awake,

  Ranbai heard the indifferent voice she heard before.

  Her memory has always been excellent, but in the blink of an eye she could tell that this voice was the person who had just said that she had taken it down.

  It’s just that, compared to the pure indifference just now, there is a bit more respectful emotion mixed now.

  Ranbai is a little interested in the master in his mouth.

  This is the dark prison of the third prince’s mansion. The person who can enter here and is called the master...

  The possibility of that one is very high.

   is the sound of the iron lock being opened as a sound, which is particularly abrupt and harsh in the deadly dungeon.

  But dyeing white was not affected at all, she closed her eyes, recharged.

  The original owner can't do anything with this body now, and she doesn't bother to waste energy.

  And in the cell,

The slender figure stepped through the darkness, striding unhurriedly, and the boots embroidered with light gold patterns stepped on the ground not lightly or heavily, but there was no sound, but during that step, it seemed like Walk on the apex of people's hearts.

  He is wearing a black brocade robe with gold patterns and a dark belt around his waist. He outlines the thin waist of a man. The golden lines from light to dark are like flowing water, appearing deep and lazy.

Looking up, it is a face that is so beautiful that it is beyond words, the facial features are deep and cold, and the curvature from the brow bone to the eyelashes is very confusing. Under the long eyelashes are a pair of long and narrow Danfeng eyes, but they are extremely sharp. The happiness and anger are hidden in those eyes, and there is an invisible danger.

The bridge of the nose is high, the lips are thin, and the dim light outlines his beautiful and delicate profile. The torches on the walls of the dungeon emit the light of flames, and the light and flicker flicker, and there seems to be a light and shadow in his eyes. , But fell into darkness fleetingly.

The young prince walked in carelessly. He lowered his head on the seventh day of the day, stood at the entrance of the cell respectfully and fearfully, not daring to take any further, but silently holding a cold light long sword in his arms, staying there, not allowed Anyone's approach.

  Such a scene and atmosphere,

  , however, did not make the girl in the corner of the wall whose life or death was unknown to move half way.

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

The man stopped at a distance of one meter. He had never stepped forward. He seemed to be a little disgusted with such an environment. He stood there condescendingly, his temperament appeared calm, noble and arrogant, and his head was everything. Some indifferent sense of evil.

  The dignity and danger belonging to the superiors are vividly interpreted in him.

  A person who resembled a god, gave birth to a face like a Zhang Xian, but he was cruel and cold.

  He took a look at the girl, and his deep, pitch-black eyes seemed to be staring at a cold object or a corpse, leaving no waves in his eyes.

  Mo Liyan could hear the steady and shallow breathing sound at a normal frequency.

  "Not dead yet?"

This is the first sentence he said when he came here. The low, magnetic voice overflowed from his thin lips, and it seemed to be smeared with wicked smiles, but when he listened carefully, he didn't even laugh at all. It sounds very good. .

  This tone seemed to be a pity.

  Mo Liyan just glanced at it casually, didn't care, narrowed Ling Xia's eyes slightly, and asked casually, like asking a trivial gadget: "Have you recruited?"

  "Wizeng." The seventh day guarding the door held the sword and bowed his head slightly.

   Mo Yue stayed quiet for a few seconds, the curvature of Mo Liyan’s thin lips became slightly deeper, and he lazily commented: "Yes."

   means something unknown.

  Ranbai has been listening to these few words quietly and indifferently, but she doesn't think they are compliments.

  The girl opened her eyes slightly, her jet-black pupils half hidden under her long eyelashes, her pupils are extremely far-reaching, like splashing ink.

From her perspective, you can see the black boots with gold patterns on the floor of the cell, and the hanging hem. The moiré patterns on them are layered on top of each other, which is abnormally beautiful and incompatible with the environment of the cell. Farewell.

   is very particular about the precious existence.

"Continue to interrogate." After Mo Liyan said such a sentence slowly, he turned around, and the ring pendant hanging from his waist clinked. The voice was a bit cold and crisp in the dungeon. After that, it became white. He then added indifferently, the words seemed to be a trivial toy, "Don't kill it."

  "Yes." On the seventh day of the month, he immediately responded, and he turned to his side, letting out the position of the exit, respectfully waiting for the master.

  Mo Liyan just took three steps, but suddenly he stopped, as if thinking of something, turned around lightly.

  (End of this chapter)