[Sword III] Collection System

During the last part of the journey, Fang Xi was sent in blindfolded, and the ticking in his ears didn't know whether it was water or some other liquid. It was deadly quiet, and a damp, stagnant bloody smell came to his nostrils, which didn't smell good at all. , he began to hate his overly keen sense of smell.

"go in."

The voice of the guard escorting him sounded very strange, as if he deliberately suppressed his voice to the bottom of his throat.

With a light in front of his eyes, the blindfold was removed, and the "prison cell" in front of him made him sigh how he could win the favor of Nanzhao King, and even the place where he was restricted was equipped with a five-star configuration.

Much better than expected, although the environment is not very good, but the chairs and bedding inside are all brand new, and tea is served, if not for the pair of shackles on the hands, I am afraid it would be better than the environment in the Valley of the Wicked. [I feel sorry for Wicked Valley for a second.

Of course, Fang Xi is not planning to squat here until the progress of the dungeon is over, but there is no other way to escape from this prison except to cut off his meridians. The reason is that the king of Nanzhao 'specially' prepared for him. Yan is just like a child's play house toy, but now that the pair in his hand is seamless, he can't even find a keyhole, and his internal energy is sealed the moment he puts it on. It is almost in the state of fish meat knives.

"Excuse me."

Fang Xi stopped the guard who was leaving:

"Where are you keeping Chang'er?"

The guard didn't look back because of this, nor did he answer his words.

Fang Xi looked at his back and felt vaguely familiar, but then dismissed the idea. If someone could sneak into the prison dressed as a Nanzhao army, he would have been rescued long ago. Why bother? Trying not to let him go.

Tick, tick.

The water droplets continued to drip, becoming the only sound in the silent prison.

Fang Xi's middle finger was bent, barely touching the edge of the shackles. The blood-stained shackles gave him a different kind of touch. The weird animal face totem on it was lifelike, staring at him without blinking.

【Bone Sorrow】

This is its name.

This should be something taught by Tianyi, why does it appear here?

While meditating, there was a commotion outside, but a corner of the armor not far away still had no intention of leaving.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" Fang Xi asked.

"It's not my responsibility." The deep and rigid voice sounded again.

"Then what is your duty? Guard me?" Fang Qi asked again.

"..."

He was answered by endless silence.

[Secret Chat] Lie Yan Indian Monk: Lord, Lord, tell me something, it’s almost over, where are you? ! !

[Secret Chat] Lie Yan Indian Monk: Lord, Lord, tell me something, it’s almost over, where are you? ! !

[Secret Chat] Lie Yan Indian Monk: Lord, Lord, tell me something, it’s almost over, where are you? ! !

……

Facing the series of cheap calls, Fang Xi didn't bother to go back, because it was unnecessary, and the puppeteer who pulled the thread didn't even mind exposing his true face, and his struggle and resistance were meaningless.

"Are you going to lock me up like this until the end of the game?" The cold voice floated through the prison, unhurriedly outside the door.

"..." The man turned around: "No."

Step forward.

"I……"

Take another step forward.

"I do not want……"

Prison door, stand still.

The faint candlelight reflected an extremely familiar handsome face, which accompanied him for countless days and nights, so familiar that he couldn't be with a familiar person.

"I don't want to... do this..."

He was stunned, with a confused and contradictory expression, like a well-functioning machine, where human consciousness suddenly sprouted from something originally inorganic.

Fang Xi's hand went through the iron bars, and caressed his bewildered face.

"You didn't lie to me, did you?"

He said.

For an instant.

The humble seed buried deep in my heart germinated and turned into a towering tree breaking through the ground with lightning speed.

His eyes widened, and he was almost not sure that the words came from the mouth of the person in front of him.

Fang Qi looked at his charming purple eyes and repeated:

"You never lied to me, did you?"

The answer is certainly yes.

Ding dong.

He grabbed the puppet thread, the puppet thread that was always entangled around his body.

Everything clears up.

Just as Truman found the record in the elevator door, he also found his own Shi Weiya.

"Before they find out, I still have things to do." Under the candlelight, the man's eyes were burning, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"You will help me."

And he paused for a second, then bowed his head.

"As you... wish."

****

【Nanzhao Chamber】

"Heroes save me!"

The imperial concubine, who was still complacent before, suddenly jumped and threw herself into the arms of a monk with a strange appearance.

Miss Pao: "Huh?"

Cheap (cold sweat): "Wait, I'm not, I don't, my dear, listen to me..."

"Two knights, please escort the imperial concubine to the Patriarch Duan's side safely. Let us handle this." Li Fu held his fan forward, blocking Li Tan's probing sight for them.

Cheap black question mark, what kind of development is this? Does the Nanzhao Palace have this kind of plot?

Sister Pao tugged at him, meaning he should leave quickly. It was the first time she had been rewarded with so many seniority points since time travel. It doesn't matter if she is not greedy to hide the achievements of the sixth child.

"But..." The cheap, warm and fragrant nephrite's scalp felt numb for a while, because of her love, the Widowmaker was laughing, and it felt like the next second, my brother-in-law would drive him with the studio number of the four regiments and press him down. Rubbing on the ground.

So he obediently shut up.

"Both of you, please come with the servant's house." The imperial concubine covered her lips with a chuckle, pulled out the golden hairpin on her head and stuck it into the hole in the wall, only to hear a click, and a secret door opened.

"That imperial concubine, my little monk would take the liberty to ask who you are..." Qianjian was still at a loss.

"My slave's name is Pei Lan, and he was originally from the Duan family in Dali." The imperial concubine said.

"There is an exit ahead!" Sister Pao tugged at Qingyuan's sleeve.

The words were interrupted for a while, and Jianjian didn't go into it any further. This secret road leads directly to the Hurricane Garden, which is different from the heavily guarded atmosphere when he came here before. It was clean, and the fiery red lanterns and soft silk were also smashed to pieces by the iron hoofs.

"There seems to be no one." Jianjian poked her head out secretly.

Miss Pao moved her ears, and pushed back his big bald head.

"Did you find him?!"

A steady, slightly anxious male voice sounded.

"The subordinate is incompetent, and has not been able to find the trace of the young master." The figure suspected of his subordinate said.

"Senior Brother Lin, Senior Brother Lin, is what you said true, Xiao Qi'er is really..."

"Stop talking about this, junior sister, have you seen the conductor?" the man called Senior Brother Lin asked.

"Brother Xi disappeared just now, maybe he went out with the leader... By the way, Master Ju Ming also disappeared..." The female voice hesitated.

They walked farther and farther away, gradually losing their voice.

"It seems to be someone from the Haoqi League." Sister Pao said in a deep voice.

"So why do we have to hide?" Jianjian was puzzled.

Sister Pao thought, yes, why did they have to hide.

"Sister!"

A man in a Chinese suit rushed over quickly with his men, and grabbed the hand of the imperial concubine empress.

Jianjian looked at the vicissitudes of the middle-aged uncle's face of the Patriarch of the Duan family, and then at the beautiful face of the imperial concubine and empress, but she couldn't get the two people's names together.

"Shensi, I haven't seen you for many years." The imperial concubine laughed.

"Sister, why do you have to take the risk yourself, I said there will be a way." The head of the Duan family frowned, but his tone softened.

"The king of Nanzhao personally sent it to the door, how could I miss this opportunity..." The imperial concubine suddenly remembered something, turned around and bowed:

"Thank you two guardians, you can just send it here, and the slave family will go back with brother."

The husband and wife nodded foolishly. They were stunned by a large number of task rewards just now, and they haven't recovered yet.

"You two stay here, I have something to tell you." Duan Shensi called to stop the dizzy two who were about to lift their feet, and beckoned the people behind to get out of the way.

"???" The couple turned their heads in doubt.

A path was opened among the crowd behind Patriarch Duan, and a sister Miao in exotic costumes came over carrying someone. They were shocked when they saw that person's bloody face.

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